Raoul made his way through the crowds backstage to where her dressing room was. Everything after the successful gala was pandemonium as ballerinas, stage hands, and costume ladies bustled about congratulating each other and going about their jobs. Just because the show is over doesn't mean their work is.
Raoul excitedly remembered how young they were when they last met. He recalls a red scarf that he had rescued from the sea when she was a little girl, dancing in the sand to her father's violin music.
M. Firmin and M. Andre intercepted him just as he found the door to her dressing room.
"Ah, Vicomte! Vicomte!" they called after him, stopping him from proceeding.
Raoul smiled politely at them.
"It would appear we've made quite the discovery with Miss Daae. Perhaps we could present her to you, dear Vicomte?" they exclaimed, hoping to further the young and rich nobleman's financial interest in the opera with a pleasing young mistress.
"Gentlemen, if you don't mind. This is ONE visit I would prefer to make, unaccompanied. Thank you," he replied, taking a large bouquet of flowers from Andre's hands.
Firmin smirked, "It would appear they've met before."
"Yes," Andre replied.
His hand closed around the brass handle of the heavy door and he nervously swung it open. What was he to say? Then he remembered the old stories of Little Lotte that they were both so fond of hearing from Christine's father when they were young. Surely she would remember who he was from these.
"Little Lotte, let her mind wander. Little Lotte thought, am I fonder of…"
"AUUUGHHHHH! GET OUT! I'M NOT DRESSED YET!" she screamed at him, covering herself up with her robe and throwing the nearest shoe in his direction, just missing him as it thumped dully off the wall.
"…dolls, or of goblins of shoes…"
"DIDN'T YOU HEAR ME? PERVERT! I SAID GET OUT!" Christine ran at him, wearing only a skimpy chemise, brandishing a hairbrush which she proceeded to beat him senselessly over the head with!
"Ouch! Quit it!" he yelped between blows, "I was just trying to… OUCH!"
Christine shoved him out of the dressing room and slammed the door behind her.
Firmin and Andre still stood in the hallway with a bewildered look on their faces.
Raoul shrugged, rubbing his head with one hand as he walked away.
"I guess they HAVE met before," Firmin laughed.