I'm a Christ Follower, writer, reader, hope-"ful" romantic, nerd, geek, love old movies, singing, music, dancing, I want to be a teacher. I'm rather silly and not all that good at summaries (I go on and on and on).
*Does a little dance* *Trips*
I am the Swan Queen.
Feel free to talk to me anytime!
Aww! Well, it’s my personal belief that every person is equally beautiful in their own unique way (especially when you take into account that there will never be another person just like them again - they are a living, breathing masterpiece and their every nuance should be treasured and dubbed as immensely precious).
Oh, good! I’m glad if my virtual hugs can help/comfort even in the tiniest bit. *MORE HUGS* :)
Hm, he seems like he was a truly unpleasant character indeed! I should like to think that Erik is exceptionally more sophisticated than that. Yes, threatening to blow up an entire opera house for the sake of a woman’s hand is fairly immature and equally insane but at least it is not without a semblance of… panache, shall we say? Eating test papers on the other hand, well, that can only be described as annoying and simply barbarous.
I could see Erik stealing things from Christine though - if only little trinkets she wouldn’t cast more than a second glance to (like a misplaced hairpin, or a rarely-used ribbon, or a near-empty and forgotten bottle of perfume) that he might treasure as his own. Maybe in a more established relationship he’d be additionally mischievous and (eager to get her attention) would blatantly take a thing here and there to tease her, but I don’t think he’d want it to be seen as malevolent (not counting his actions at the end of the novel - he’s pretty adamant about being seen as malevolent and mocking there).
You know, personally, I’ve never liked the idea of Erik being a drug addict/abuser either. I believe music is his preferred choice of “intoxication” and none other. Now he may indulge in the occasional glass of exquisitely refined liquor (of which he has an astoundingly impressive selection in his anything-but-humble wine cellar), but otherwise he does not approve of inebriation nor the status of impaired sense/utter idiocy that inevitably follows: “For how can one wholly appreciate the honeyed bouquet of a nobly aged Sauternes or the cordial burn of a superlative brandy if one is too busy bumbling about like some brainless buffoon? The answer is extraordinarily simple: one cannot. Thereby I verify that if ever there is alcohol to be had, it is either to be revered for the work of art that it is or it is not to be had at all!”
Said he to the daroga before he accidentally got absolutely hammered.
[“Whatever happened to ‘if ever there is alcohol to be had, it is either to be revered for the work of art that it is or it is not to be had at all!’ hm?”
"Oh, do shut up, daroga! I shall have you know that I am perfectly in control of all of my senses, actions, and various bodily functions, thank you very much!" Hiccough! An eyebrow raises, "Stop looking at me like that, you great big booby, and leave before I decide to rid myself of you in a decidedly less congenial manner!" Hiccough! Groan. Sudden collapse to floor, "Why… daroga, when…" Hiccough! "When did you get here? Do you see those odd little chickens flying above my head? What curious things they are! Oh! They don’t have heads!" Hiccough! "How fascinating!"
"I do believe it’s time for a nap, Erik. Come on, up you go!"
"Nap time… yes. Yes, you know, that sounds quite nice. Where are my compositions? I should like to sleep in a cocoon of them! Is that not a brilliant idea? The best idea I’ve ever had!" Hiccough! "Daroga… " Groan, "remind me… to never drink again… I do think… I am about to dispel the contents of my stomach now, if you will excuse me." Erik-stomach-contents everywhere, most especially on the daroga’s shoes. Poor, unhappy daroga.]
But I digress! Yes, luckily he didn’t look like Erik.
One Fine Day performed by Hayley Westenra from Puccini’s Madama Butterfly
Hello, my dear Christine anon! And no, I didn’t seem to get a reply earlier (but then Tumblr can be rather fickle with me at times - if you send a message and I don’t respond within a day, never hesitate to send another, it’s very likely Tumblr has just devoured it out of jealousy for my communicating with others). From what I can tell, you seem like a very sweet and lovely person! Awww, thank you so much for saying I sound pretty, I bet you’re just as if not more! ^_^
You’re welcome, hun. I know virtual hugs and kind words may not seem like much but they’re all I have to offer and so I will offer them in abundance! <3
Yeeeah, I suspect being kidnapped probably wouldn’t be a great experience. Ugh *shivers* that sounds horrible. I’m sorry you had to deal with that! I’ve had a couple of “Erik-figures” (in the controlling-personality sense, not the genius-virtuoso or physical sense, ahem, that would certainly be interesting) before in my life, only they’ve never been quite so discomforting as that.
and then I found out that apparently Hugh Panaro provides background vocals on several tracks (most notably, it appears, for “Deliver Us”) from the animated masterpiece The Prince of Egypt