A passerby covered her ears as Sire Prima Donna boastfully let out a tune with the Opera House doors opened. The chords of the violins could be heard across the streets of Paris. Some enjoyed the tune, others wished their drivers would move faster. This building had stood for over four hundred years; No one would ever believe that the Opera would one day fall.
One of Opera Popularies new managers paced back and forth, biting on the tips of his fingers. Monsieur Shin was at his wits end, his black hair bouncing as he paced on the stone outside the Opera House.
Would you quit that? His partner in business commanded, grabbing Shin by his coat collar.
Monsieur Kurt tried hard not to follow in Shins footsteps, but kept his bearings. He took his hand off of Monsieur Shin and let out a loud sigh.
He will be he any minute, Sire Lucien will sing as always, and everything will be fine
Oh why didnt the past manager get all of this handled before? Le