The younger woman’s head dipped in modesty, cheeks tinting pink this time for reasons wholly different than embarrassment. A polite bow of her head and a smile followed.
“ You’re much too flattering, madame. Thank you. ” Her speaking voice was a gentle murmur, a stark contrast to the unpolished grace of her singing. What a wonder it was, that such a voice could come from such a petite and docile woman. Unlike La Carlotta, she did not have the flair or pose of a prima donna, she did not give off airs of pretentiousness or ambition. Careful steps carried her forward when the masked woman moved backwards, mirroring her motions.
“ You are a teacher? ” She asked, taking a seat on a stray bench on stage, hands resting casually on her lap, a nonthreatening posture. “ Forgive me, I do not believe I have seen you here before. ” Surely she would have remembered her face if she had? Or at least, what parts of her face she had uncovered. Although she did not think a masked woman would be unforgettable. “ Please, do come forward. ”
Each step of approach the young soprano took send a shock to Esther’s core. What would become of her if she came too close, if she saw too clearly? The Opera Ghost was a creature of the shadows, never meant to be seen under the light. How could these beauteous being look upon her closely? It was a mercy when she stopped to take her seat.
“We have not met.” The words were perhaps a bit too loud, a bit too quick, in the face of a request for Esther to come closer. Even this proximity set the spectre ablaze with anxious energy that found no release, much closer and she might truly start a fire in the theatre. “I do not often meet with people so openly. I came to you specifically because your voice has moved me so.” Her eyes flitted about the room, unable to find focus as she sought the words she so desperately needed.
Without conscious command, her feet carried her up to the conductor’s podium. It put her almost even with, but still slightly below, the young prodigy. “I am a musician--of sorts. I have devoted my life to this opera, and the arts that take place here. I have never taken a student before. I have never wanted to.”
Taking a brief pause, she cleared her throat softly, gathering what thoughts she could. “You do want to sing, yes? Forgive me if I sound presumptuous, but it seemed... In your song, there was a desire to share this gift you possess. Do you not feel it when you sing? The soaring of your heart as music takes its hold upon you?”