Literature
The Phantom of the Opera (Anime Edition) - Ch. 2
Monsieur Makarov Dreyar, a man who seemed far smaller than the authority he wielded, marched through the sea of tulle and timber. He clapped his hands with a rhythmic finality that even the most stubborn stagehand couldn't ignore.
"Monsieur Kuchiki! Madame Haruno!" Makarov barked, his voice straining against the high ceilings. "Everyone, if you please! A moment of your time, unless you wish to perform for an empty house."
The music died a sudden death. Byakuya lowered his baton, his expression one of icy patience, while Sakura Haruno stepped forward, her posture as rigid as a spear. In the center of the stage, Malty Melromarc didn’t so much stand as she did occupy the space, her hands perched haughtily on her hips. Beside her, James adjusted his plumed helmet, looking every bit the weary soldier.
"As many of you have no doubt whispered behind my back," Makarov began, standing center stage with a tired but dignified smile, "the rumors of my departure are no longer rumors. I am