Lacrimosa

[Christine Daye]

((a handwritten note, addressed to Maestra, left on the mantelpiece of her and Christine's shared parlour))

Maestra,

Where are you? I am worried sick! Please, please, leave me a note, or something, some sign that you are well!

I got your note - why did you not find me? Had we spoken, I could have rearranged my plans, gone to the House later. You would not have needed to cancel my performances. I am back, and ready to perform... but I cannot... and I do not understand why!

Please - I am sure this is all a terrible misunderstanding that we can sort out if you will just see me. Please Maestra, please, I beg you! I am lost without you.

I pray for you every waking moment. Let me know that you are well, please!

Your devoted Christine

[Christine Daye]

((left on Maestra's bed, a folded piece of sheet music addressed to her.))


Maestra,

Please come back.

Christine

((the lyrics of the piece are as follows:))

Caro mio ben,
Credimi almen,
Senza di te
Languisce il cor.

Il tuo fedel
Sospira ognor.
Cessa, crudel,
Tanto rigor!

[Christine Daye]

((adressed to Lady Leroux, left at the box office of the theatre))

Maestra,

Please - let us talk. Only for a moment, and I am sure all will be well.

Or, if you cannot do that, please, just give me a sign that you are well! A note, a message, anything...

Please, I beg you. My heart is broken.

Christine

[Erika Leroux]

((Addressed to Christine, left upon her bed. The paper has pink tinged tear stains upon it.))

Christine,

I cannot yet. I dare not yet. It is no longer safe for me to stay here, though I miss you dreadfully. I fear we miss each other, passing moments before or behind each other, for I have returned here a number of times, yet have not seen any notes until now, and I then find the sheet music with such words on it and my heart has broken even more.

I wish I could speak with you, that you might listen to what I need to tell you - but I fear that I cannot, for I fear you will not believe it.

Do not doubt my feelings towards you. In everything, they remain a constant.

Your dear Maestra

[Christine Daye]

((written on a screwed up ball of paper, cast carelessly on Maestra's bed))

You gave your word, you said you ne'er would leave
as I knelt, bent and weeping at your feet.
But now you're gone. I can do naught but grieve.
I cry for you. Nothing can e'er be sweet
without you here, to help me and to guide,
through thorny ways, through blackness and through fear
I need your strength, your skill and more beside.
I quail, I shake, I fall without you here.
I've left you words, cast to the winds and sky.
I've cried your name to any and to all.
I've prayed, I've wept, searched for you low and high -
You do not hear, you will not heed my call.
So much I give, but you will not come home.
My heart is crushed. You left me all alone.