I looked at the audience and I think to myself, they all came for me! This is my chance to put the events of the Paris Opera house behind me. I'm the star! No one else. I prepared for this moment for a long time. I don't care if it's too much. I am Carlotta after all. This will free me, and I'll be back on track. 

(She went on stage and did her performance.) 

Listen to that crowd, why, they've never been so loud. Screaming only for me! 

"Carlotta" said her manager. "And the master must have heard every note and every word" she continued. "Manager, tell me, did he see?" "Carlota, you need to stop it" the manager told her. "Even he will now realize, I'm the only one he'll need. Manager, what's wrong?" she then asked. 

"You are a fool if you think he had any interest in you. I'm afraid you did all that you could" he told her. "You are charming, bright and yet still not enough for him." "What do you mean?" she asked. "How you danced, they're all entranced but sad to say my lady but not the one whose entrancement we sought" he informed her. 

"He wasn't there?" she asked in shocked. "Well, poor girl did you think that he was?" he asked. "He is only there for Jasmine?" she asked. "Dreaming of their son they love" the manager told her. "Too smitten with her thought to even care about how talented you are." "What did you just say?" she asked stunned. "All that you gave him, it's all been a waste" he told her. "Don't say that!" she yelled. "I'm sorry but we have been replaced. He has his precious Jasmine and a son with her at that" he patted her on the shoulder trying to comfort her. 

"No!" she pushed him away. Storming off and grabbing her gun.