*Kara's jaw clenches at his comment; she is torn in two and she is not one who's emotions surface...what is happening lately? Probably the drugs Tommy's given her, yes, thats it, the Heroin is laced with emotions.

She says nothing, but in her polite nature she curtsies to him, bidding him fare-well.

She knows that deep in the marrow of her bones, that the crude 'map' she drew was almost impossible to desipher for all sides looked the same, more or less. One would have to be a friggen genius to understand it. Even though she is almost certain he understood jack-squat she cannot help but worry...for he is after her little psycho friend...a friend who, she is sure of, has just messed up her life more than it already is. She does not need this. But here it is. Deal with it Kara.

She lingers on the stage contemplating this long after Zaine has left her Opera House. The night falls heavy over her domain, over her very being, then suddenly the Opera House darkens and she walks backstage through the silent black.*

As Kara walks backstage, Solomon drops his obfuscate, appearing before her.

"Are you alright sister?"

*Her gaze falls upon Somomon as he appears in the dark, she wonders how long he's been here but she doubts it's not been too long.* Yes...*she replies very softly, hoping he will believe her for no, she does not feel too all right.* Someone was in my Opera House whom I prefered them not to be...*she casts a look to the side then continues* but...now he is gone. I don't think he will be back.

"Yes, the sheriff . I do not like him. He is brash and violent, lacking all the subtly and finesse one of his station should have... I do not think him a just man of righteous intent... If he harasses you again, we will have words... and action may follow... but I hope that does not come to pass"  

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I know you will come to my aid if need be, brother *she gently touches his arm with the very tips of her fingers then adds* but I do not want any blood-shed of anysorts in my Opera House...even his *she too believes that Zaine's intents may never be righteous...or good...or fair.* I don't think he will bother me again, I gave him what he wanted...*then her morbid looking face lights up a touch, like a spark in the dark she smiles*...well...sort of.

Solomon takes a few steps away, rubbing his mask.

"Enough of this dreary talk..."

He turns towards his sister, locking eyes with her.

"Since I am here... might I beg a song of you."

He smiles warmly, though it does not show through his iron prison.

*She nods, she's had enough of Sherrif Zaine talk to last her a thousand years.* Agreed...

*she offers him a pretty smile when he asks for her to sing* Well this is the most perfect place for a song, brother...*she pauses* have you got anything in perticular you would like to hear...or will you allow me to choose a song for you?

"Whatever you like..."

He bows to her, then walks off the stage, taking a seat in the audience.

*The shadows in the Opera House seam to glisten like dust mights caught in the light. She moves to center stage as Solomon steps down to take a seat.

A phantom breeze sweeps through the nearly vacent place casting whispers that almost sound like words; perhaps the ghosts of the audience of long ago have decided to come for tonights private show....after all, it is one of the most well-know productions.

Her eyes move slowly over the make-believe crowd; if you listen very, very closely perhaps you could make out some phantom harpischord playing in the marrow of your bones; her lips part and a divine sound is expelled forth.*

In sleep he sang to me...In dreams he came. That voice which calls to me and speaks my name. And do I dream again? For now I find ...The phantom of the opera is there, inside my mind... *Slender hands lift, pale fingertips touching her temple, her eyes flutter shut.*

Those who have seen your face draw back in fear...I am the mask you wear. *Her lashes quiver as they lift up baring sky-blues. Kara stares out into the seats, yet her eyes fall upon her masked brother as she continues her song.*

Your spirit and my voice, in one combined.The phantom of the opera is there ...inside my mind. *Long arms out-streach before her as she pours her voice out, rich and powerful, not a note lacking anything but perfection.*

Is that the phantom of the opera? *a step forward, slow and timid, all part of the show.*

Beware the phantom of the opera... *eyes open, vividly wide, glazed in some believable fear; perhaps some phantom is there, haunting her.*

And in this labrinth where night is blind. The Phantom of the opera is here...*another step forward, slowly she falls to her knees, clutching the space over where her heart should be and pauses just enough to place sparrow-like, trmbling hands over her head, her eyes burning into Solomon.*...Inside my mind

*Quicker than a blink she is up on her feet, running swiftly, like a Maiden in distress towards the center of the stage. Head tilted Heavenward, eyes wild. She brings the song to its dramatic end.* He's there, the Phantom of the Opera ...

*And then she crumbles to the floor, like a broken doll letting the song sink into the room. Dramatic from tip to toe.*  

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Throughout the performance, Solomon stares, utterly transfixed by the song, by the beautiful voice of his sister. As soon as she collapses, he leaps to his feet, applauding with vigor.

He runs to her, still clapping.

"Bravo, sister! Bravo!"

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*Her head rises softly, a smile spreads over her lips. Kara extends her hand to Solomon and places it in his as he helps her rise to her feet.* Thank you, I do hope you enjoyed it...though it is much better singing it as a duet...sadly I cannot sing the Phantom's part as well. *she chuckles softly,. Zaine forgotten.*

"Unfortunately, I have no voice to speak of..."

He seems resigned for a moment, the cocking his head to the side, look at her.

"Though, perhaps, you could give me lessons."

*She chuckles* You would make the perfect Phantom, I believe *she eyes the mask* Yes, a perfect Phantom...*she echos in a whisper.*

Perhaps I could offer you some singing lessons *she says playfully* though it is very hard work. It takes time, dedication...blood *a flicker of some past memory passes her eyes* blood...lots of blood...*she utters almost inaudibly, seeming to space-out for a moment.*

"I have plenty of dedication... and blood."

He takes her hand.

"But for now, I must go."

and kisses it lightly through his mask.

"Farewell, sister..."

*She wonders, silently, if he would share as much as she did for her Opera, gallons and gallons of it in life and after it, all for the love of the music of the night.*

Farewell, brother, stay safe *she watches as he lightly kisses her hand* till we meet again...