A really adoreable image from   MortarionLordOfDeath
Even in the far future, everyonne still likes a bit of theatre and now there's a intergalatic empire thingy just think of all the different folks you can get together for the perfect show.
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Beneath the opera house, I know he’s there.
He’s with me on the stage, he’s everywhere.
And when my song begins, I always find,
The phantom of the opera is there, inside my mind

Louie, had always been a perfectionist, theatre was his talent. An actor for many years he finally run his course and then turned to the realm of directing.
That however did not become the smooth drive he wanted. That was not to say it was difficult, what Louie hated was how confined it was… Every play had been played, scenes and characters formulated and the glass had seemed so very full.
Creativity was something that lacked and the new breed of theatrics felt too clinical and academically artisans for his liking.
“New wave emotive performance Loui; it’s chic and modern”
Oh Lord how he hated it, it seemed to lack so much soul.

Then those aliens arrived and like many he was bought by the hysteria, he would not lie nor be arrogant; he too could be fooled to whispering rumours and pressures. Luck however would change that.
He was a lanky man, carrying bundles of books and papers in such a disorganised manner that even Louie could not help but cringe in the man’s presence let alone the horror he felt seeing him approach!
“The library is down the round… This is a theatre boy” Louie joked; with the snide sarcasm he was so well known for.
“Oh yes, yes, I know… You must be Louie Gartlinl; it’s a pleasure I’m Dexter Lart”
As that skinny appendage came forward Louie slightly recoiled, never one to keep such company, less for them to know who he was… Still, less not be rude.
The fox’s hand came forward just about touching the human’s fingers tips in some meek excuse of a hand shake.
“To what do I owe the… company?” Louie held something of a sour smile, while Dexter only smiled. The human quickly pulled his hand back, “I’m told you’re a big director and I just happen to have brought some of the classics of my home world”
“You… Have theatre?” Well of course they would, no civilisation could develop this far and end up having no culture… Louie took some interest, least happy to humour what these aliens could come up with.

The two moved to Louie’s private office as the human unloaded piles of papers and texts. While Louie tried to contain himself, he was unable to hide his odd fascination, “what is your angel?” the fox asked flicking and skimming through one of the scripts.
“I’m just passionate” Dexter explained “and I feel a cultural exchange is always fun, of course adapted if you like?”.
Louie did not respond initially, but something tickled in his brain, the fox gave a polite laugh, “productions from another world”
“Exactly!” Dexter responded, “it will be highly refreshing for your staff and your audience”.
With this in mind the fox nodded his head with a broad smile, his mind mulling over as he slid around papers and text in a quasi – structure of what he would further assess and what he might skip.
“You know, I might also have an even more interesting proposition?” Dexter said
“Hmm?” Louise was half listening now, flicking through some pages.
“I’ve been looking for people from all around this new set up and I have a few talents, I think it could spur even more interest”
Louie only gave a quite snide, something better than my actors… I’d like to see that!

Sing once again with me, our strange duet
My power over you, grows stronger yet
And though you turn from, to glance behind
The Phantom of the opera is there, inside your mind!

The speed in which Dexter was able to both convince and bring this ad-hoc trail together was something to credit. Even if it had proven a failure the human had done well to change much of the fox’s preconceptions, he was even tempted to discuss the idea of a temporary contract… Least to make sure it was not a fluke…

But when the wolf walked on the stage… It was like a door bursting open with angelic light. Louie had scoured the academies for the perfect actors, those who could fit a character in every aspect but life always struggled to meet fiction and many times the creative use of costume, make – up and theatrics tricks had produced something akin to the vision in his mind. The audiences of course loved it and ate it up with a glee that filled seats show, after show, after show. But, like a perfectionist Louie was never satisfied; if he could find the real thing, he would use that first… (Well least without causing death… Though a few shows with live firearms suggested he was willing to walk a knife edge for perfect art)
But this wolf; ever baritone note from real lungs, a stature on real legs, no stilts and thus every movement purposeful and well-timed executions, even a nice earthy thud to each step on the stage which only further perfected the performance… And those eyes, those beautiful eyes.
Why couldn’t he be around any time before this!
So many visions: shows, performances that could have been turned into something even more impressive with a fellow like this.
“Yes, yes, Perfect!”
Louie rose clapping his hands, in the empty theatre space it produces quiet a noise that left both actor and actress to jump at the sound, “you’re perfect, you’re perfect” he continued. The wolf’s character seemed to change, while he could act sombre and mysterious, individually he was quite light, “oh is – is it… I’m quite new to this” his voice was now a light whisper that held on the final spoken vowel.
“New!” Louise mused “and you’re like this, I’m even more impressed… I want you in my roster Mr. I will give you all the experience and opportunity you need”. By this point Louie was on the stage shaking the Lupin’s hand. Dexter could only smile ear to ear, even in his wildest dreams, he never thought it would go this well.
“What did you think Viera?” Louie turned around to face the vixen, she was a professional, quite the high-strung type, a talent which came at a lot of maintenances; it reminded Louie so much of himself. So, if she liked him, he knew it was a good choice.
Viera only stared, silent, a clear sign she was impressed… Very impressed. He eyes assessed the wolf. It even seemed to intimidate him, “I’d support it…”
"Great it's sorted; I'll get this production ready and you two will be our main stars!"