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 Silence reigned over the Opera Populaire as I sat dismally at my well-used organ. Rehearsals had long since ended, and upon returning to my dank, underground abode, I had planned to attempt making progress on my opera. I was having no such luck, as my inspiration was somewhat lacking that particularly cold December evening. I searched my mind for the illusive notes that were required to completed the passionate duet between Don Juan and the innocent gypsy girl—Aminta. The fleeting times I had been able to visit Christine were probably instrumental in the problem. That old coot Madame Giry had been forcing all of the ballet rats to atten