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Danse Macabre by Muirin007 Danse Macabre by Muirin007
I've always wanted to do a piece based on this fabulous composition: [link]
It's one of my favorites. I absolutely LOVE it. And I think it's perfect for Erik and Christine. Well, mostly for Erik. He oozes creepy.
If I could animate, I would absolutely animate a short film of the two of them dancing to this with a bit of a Burton flair. Can't you picture that? And I'd have them gradually picking up speed as the song gets faster, and there'd be a bunch of shadow...ghost...dancer people in the background. And at that very last dramatic note, Erik would gesture abruptly, and everything would disappear. Then he would bow slowly, and then look up at the "camera," and everything would fade to black except for his glowing yellow eyes....
Yay for hypothetical animation sequences!
It was fun to experiment with color and lighting like this. I used my favorites--colored pencil, marker, and ink. :) This is a terrible scan, though, so I'll upload a better one later.

Stock image used: [link]

Much love to Camille Saint-SaŽns!!
Phantom of the Opera is © Leroux.
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ClippyRed Featured By Owner May 29, 2014   Traditional Artist
Very beautiful. Your Christine sometimes reminds me of a young Linda Eder, when she was in her Jekyll and Hyde days.
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HolyMaiden Featured By Owner Jan 28, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Swirling reds... I keep getting drawn into them..... :D
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Teen-uh7 Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2014  Student General Artist
Again, the coloring on this work is fantastic! It's deep and passionate like their relationship is, and I love it. Good job.
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BlueBearPaw Featured By Owner Dec 25, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
INTENSE!!!! Stop staring into my soul!
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ThePhantomsgirl Featured By Owner May 23, 2013
supprisingly, i learned this song in 4th grade music class at a private school. Never forgot it... always will love it.
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Pentos89 Featured By Owner Apr 21, 2013
Amazing! Whirling, gives me feelings of dizziness and danger and passion! And look at his look!!
Just wow *__*
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ninsennansen Featured By Owner Apr 2, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Beautiful:)
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BeetleJuiceBeetleWut Featured By Owner Mar 30, 2013  Student General Artist
Erik! My soul doesn't need to be looked at, please stop.
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BlackberryFinn Featured By Owner Mar 21, 2013
PLEASE LEARN TO ANIMATE I SHALL HELP YOU WITH THE PROJECT BY HELPING WITH DRAWING THE FRAMES .


Please. This has to be made in my lifetime. It has to.
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boleighbella Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Christine felt her heart speed as she requested, "Dance with me?" He stared at her proffered hands in unhidden bewilderment.

Erik felt his face register the shock her question had inspired. Hoping she hadn't noticed, he concealed his feelings again. He laughed as frigidly as he could, despite the conflicting emotions. "Really, Christine, are you truly asking to dance with the devil?"He spoke the condemning word to remind himself who he was and why he could not have her. Demons had no right to innocent angels.

"No," she answered decisively. "I am asking to dance with Erik, with you."

He glared at her. Did she realize who she was tempting? "Fine," he growled. Walking to the phonograph he switched the songs. Returning to her side he began to circle her speculatively, his eyes roaming her lean figure in a most forward manner. Then with a suddenness that stole her breath, he grabbed her waist and intertwined their hands. With a challenge in his golden eyes, he began to step, turning slowly, but with a powerful movement driving him. The tempo of the introduction was deceptively slow, random staccatos trilling the slow entrance. Each advance made her brush against him. She felt the hardness of his tall figure against her and her hands grasped his tighter.

A great, rising crescendo registered and then they were flying. Christine reveled in the strength of his arms. They begin to waltz with the dizzying tempo. The tune was so complex, so swift, she felt disconcerted and unprepared. Erik's eyes never left hers. A look of dissatisfaction crossed them. "Stop listening," he commanded. "Feel it."

She ceased to try and predict the next steps, only letting the pressure of Erik's hands and the swell and fall of the music guide her. They circled the great ballroom with a natural grace. His form was perfect and her elegant steps mirrored his exactly. He looked above her, trying desperately to avoid the wanting that was plaguing him. This should be, must be a dream, holding her so closely. Dancing, dancing with an angel. Christine could feel the undercurrent of restrained intensity. Though his hands never held her with more than a gentle pressure, she could sense the passion running through him. The music swirled into another vast crescendo, cresting with soaring runs. He spun her out, her long limbs extending gracefully. He couldn't bear even that meager separation, and pulled her quickly back to him.

Suddenly their eyes met and everything was fire. The passion in their bodies was equaled. The rhythm made their hearts speed, the pounding intoxicating them. Erik's stoic expression unraveled, leaving only desire lighting his features. As his hand held the small of her back, she fell back against his support, one arm and leg lifting beautifully in the motion. He stopped fighting himself, and with a huff of defeat he pulled Christine back tightly to his chest. Her body shaped itself to his perfectly and he forgot everything of himself. All that mattered was him and her, together in this moment. She followed him willingly in every movement, allowing him to have her completely with no reservation or regret to come between. Her dress billowed as he spun her. Only his steady arms kept her grounded. At the exact moment his hands guided her hips down then up again, she leapt into the air. His palm caught her waist, the fingers of his other hand curling around her thigh, supporting her as she flew. Spinning her back into his embrace, the flames licked through their fingers. He was passion and she was desire, performing a dangerous dance in each other's arms.

~Lost Love excerpt Chapter 12 entitled: Dancing with the Devil

I wrote that long before I discovered your work, but I've never seen a better depiction of what Erik would have believed them to look like. I like to think Christine's perspective of the scene would resemble your Midnight Waltz. I love both n=and how they can capture two different emotions with the same idea of dancing. One intense and dark, the other innocent and beautiful.

As always much love,
~bo-leigh bella

P.S If you would rather I not comment with quotes like that, feel free to say so. Sorry, I just enjoy sharing the scenes that you seem to capture better than words ever could.
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