There is nothing as grand and wondrous as an active opera house! The intimate box seats overlooking the expansive audience sections. The talented performers spinning a scene of alternate reality on stage, framed by the elaborate proscenium, as if they were a work of art come to life. The electricity buzzing through the dressing rooms and staging areas beforehand, which seeps into the undercurrent of the conversations upon exit.
My, what a truly magnificent life it would be to own and manage such a place!
Unfortunately, my lot in life does not allow for such indulgences as come with property ownership. Instead, I have found a way to influence the tide of the performance house I frequent so regularly that it may as well be considered my home: I have taken a muse.
Ah, Christine! Such an angelic face has never before been matched by such a remarkable voice and kind spirit.
She will be the star of your next performance, my good men. Or else. Do you understand? And then she will be mine!
Tonight, I will be applauding her performance from my usual seat in Box 5. Gentleman, do not disturb me during the show. I can get quite engrossed in the performance and am easily upset when my requests are not honored.