Notes

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André hadn't known Firmin long. They had only known just met a few months ago. They now coowned the "Paris Opera House" which was supposedly haunted by an "opera ghost". Madame Giry, the ballet instructor wasn't afraid of him but André was horrified. He'd almost killed the leading soprano as soon as they'd gotten there. André refused to walk in the building without someone's company, though he preferred Firmin's. He loved his rich earthy smell, his husky voice. It brought him comfort.
There was no one in the theatre with him now, he felt uneasy. Where was Firmin? He paced back and forth. Just then a booming laugh came from no where. André jumped from his skin and bolted to his office, which he shared with Firmin.
Firmin gave him a strange look. André probably looked like a madman. His eyes wide. His body tense and shaky. Sweat beading on his forehead.
"André? What's wrong? Is everything alright?."