Belle put the diary down, and wiped the tears from her eyes. She couldn’t even begin to fathom the pain her Mother felt. Just a few weeks पूर्व Belle had thought she herself was pregnant. Words couldn’t express the joy she felt. She told Mrs. Potts the exciting news first, and then they were going to plan a special रात का खाना so she could tell Adam and her Papa. But unfortunately, the morning of the big dinner, Mother Nature brought Belle an unexpected and unwanted surprise. She wasn’t pregnant.
She had felt guilty for the longest time for not telling Adam about it, but she hadn’t wanted to hurt him. Besides, she had plenty of hope and faith that one दिन they would have a baby. But her poor Mother. Going nine months, thinking everything was ok, and then at the very end, everything went wrong. Belle didn’t think she would be able to take it. But at least in her Mothers case things eventually got better, didn’t they? She met Belle’s Father along the way somehow, and they got married and had Belle. Belle sipped her चाय and continued reading.
Dear Diary.
My family thought it would be best for me to get out of Paris for a while. They sent me to a quiet village in the country. I’m staying with my cousin Marie. She is sweet, but she is also the town gossip. I’m almost positive the entire community knows what happened to me. Everywhere I go I get looks of concern and pity. I don’t want their pity; I want to be treated normal and forget that awful thing that happened to me and my family. Here lately I find myself thinking of Auguste quite frequently. Poor dear. He just couldn’t take the heartache of losing our daughter.
The morning after I gave birth, the family priest came द्वारा to begin making funeral arrangements. He asked me what her name was. Before I could even think, the name Noële came out of my mouth. Auguste and I had thought that name was beautiful, and since the baby was going to be born around क्रिस्मस it just fit. Noële’s funeral was one of the darkest moments of my life. Watching the tiny wooden casket being lowered to the earth, knowing my baby was in there alone and cold. I felt like dying right there. I actually prayed and begged God to take me; to make my दिल stop beating. But he didn’t.
When we got घर Auguste secluded himself in his study, and wouldn’t let anyone in. It didn’t bother me. I wished to be alone as well, so I went upstairs. I went into the nursery and lay on the floor. I cried for what seemed like hours. I must have fallen asleep because when I came to it was dark outside. I went downstairs to find that most of the family had gone घर for the evening. I felt a small amount of relief. I had my feel of family for the past couple of days. My Father sat in the drawing room, smoking his pipe. I went to open the door to the study, but Auguste had put a piece of furniture in front of it to keep people out. I asked him to हटाइए it…but he didn’t answer me. I assumed he had drunk himself to sleep. I कहा his name a few times, thinking I might wake him up, but I didn’t have any luck. I went and got my Father and asked him to help me open the door. I was beginning to get worried. My Father called his name before we tried to make our way through the door, but he still wouldn’t answer. I felt a dark chill go over my body. Something was not right here.
It took us a few good pushes to get the door open, दिया my Fathers age, and my weakness from not eating the past few days. As I made my way around the किताबों की अलमारी that was in front of the door, my knees gave out when I saw him. My Father caught me just in time before I hit the floor, and he quickly picked me up and carried me out of the room, just the same as he used to when I was a little girl and would fall and hurt myself. I felt so small again in my Fathers arms, like a child. He sat me down on the सोफ़ा, सोफे and went to get the butler. Then it began to fully register; what I had seen.
I thought I was grieving. How selfish I was…thinking I was alone in the loss of our daughter. But he was there, the whole time, grieving with me, hurting just as bad, या maybe more. Auguste had locked himself in his study to drink…but not to drink himself into his usual stupor. He was preparing himself. I had written before that when I was on बिस्तर rest that he let me teach him how to knit. Well, together, we knitted a गुलाबी and blue blanket. It was गुलाबी AND blue because he was so sure the baby was going to be a boy, but I knew she was a girl. Anyways, when I came around the bookcase, I saw him, hanging from the chandelier, द्वारा that very same blanket. So now I had another funeral to arrange. Now I was a widow.
She had felt guilty for the longest time for not telling Adam about it, but she hadn’t wanted to hurt him. Besides, she had plenty of hope and faith that one दिन they would have a baby. But her poor Mother. Going nine months, thinking everything was ok, and then at the very end, everything went wrong. Belle didn’t think she would be able to take it. But at least in her Mothers case things eventually got better, didn’t they? She met Belle’s Father along the way somehow, and they got married and had Belle. Belle sipped her चाय and continued reading.
Dear Diary.
My family thought it would be best for me to get out of Paris for a while. They sent me to a quiet village in the country. I’m staying with my cousin Marie. She is sweet, but she is also the town gossip. I’m almost positive the entire community knows what happened to me. Everywhere I go I get looks of concern and pity. I don’t want their pity; I want to be treated normal and forget that awful thing that happened to me and my family. Here lately I find myself thinking of Auguste quite frequently. Poor dear. He just couldn’t take the heartache of losing our daughter.
The morning after I gave birth, the family priest came द्वारा to begin making funeral arrangements. He asked me what her name was. Before I could even think, the name Noële came out of my mouth. Auguste and I had thought that name was beautiful, and since the baby was going to be born around क्रिस्मस it just fit. Noële’s funeral was one of the darkest moments of my life. Watching the tiny wooden casket being lowered to the earth, knowing my baby was in there alone and cold. I felt like dying right there. I actually prayed and begged God to take me; to make my दिल stop beating. But he didn’t.
When we got घर Auguste secluded himself in his study, and wouldn’t let anyone in. It didn’t bother me. I wished to be alone as well, so I went upstairs. I went into the nursery and lay on the floor. I cried for what seemed like hours. I must have fallen asleep because when I came to it was dark outside. I went downstairs to find that most of the family had gone घर for the evening. I felt a small amount of relief. I had my feel of family for the past couple of days. My Father sat in the drawing room, smoking his pipe. I went to open the door to the study, but Auguste had put a piece of furniture in front of it to keep people out. I asked him to हटाइए it…but he didn’t answer me. I assumed he had drunk himself to sleep. I कहा his name a few times, thinking I might wake him up, but I didn’t have any luck. I went and got my Father and asked him to help me open the door. I was beginning to get worried. My Father called his name before we tried to make our way through the door, but he still wouldn’t answer. I felt a dark chill go over my body. Something was not right here.
It took us a few good pushes to get the door open, दिया my Fathers age, and my weakness from not eating the past few days. As I made my way around the किताबों की अलमारी that was in front of the door, my knees gave out when I saw him. My Father caught me just in time before I hit the floor, and he quickly picked me up and carried me out of the room, just the same as he used to when I was a little girl and would fall and hurt myself. I felt so small again in my Fathers arms, like a child. He sat me down on the सोफ़ा, सोफे and went to get the butler. Then it began to fully register; what I had seen.
I thought I was grieving. How selfish I was…thinking I was alone in the loss of our daughter. But he was there, the whole time, grieving with me, hurting just as bad, या maybe more. Auguste had locked himself in his study to drink…but not to drink himself into his usual stupor. He was preparing himself. I had written before that when I was on बिस्तर rest that he let me teach him how to knit. Well, together, we knitted a गुलाबी and blue blanket. It was गुलाबी AND blue because he was so sure the baby was going to be a boy, but I knew she was a girl. Anyways, when I came around the bookcase, I saw him, hanging from the chandelier, द्वारा that very same blanket. So now I had another funeral to arrange. Now I was a widow.
The Way
Snow White, Cinderella, Aurora and Pocahontas will fit the song, especially when the respective प्यार ones see them for the first time.
Without You
Taken from his 'A Thousand Different Ways' album, originally sung द्वारा Mariah Carey. Eric would sing this when he rescues Ariel and vice versa.
This is the Night
From the Beast's perspective, he reassures himself that this is the night to admit his प्यार for Belle. Including Rapunzel/ Flynn, Aladdin/ चमेली and Anna/ Kristoff.
Here आप Come Again
मूलन and Shang will sing in the finale of the film, they could not hide feelings to each other.
Clay Aiken Fan, Anyone?
Do आप like Clay Aiken and do आप all agree with the choices?
Let Them Have It!
Of course, if डिज़्नी were to make a movie about them together. The fairy godmother will give them a dragon stone that will turn them into ड्रॅगन्स with each special powers! It will make the story interesting.
Don't Take It!
The story will be to dark for a डिज़्नी film, unless if डिज़्नी could tone down the appearance of the ड्रॅगन्स themselves.
Dragon या Not?
Here are my thoughts of this theory, so what do आप think?
Hebrew (Einat Azulay)
Okay, She sounds relatively fresh and young. However, she sounds a bit heavy and stiff at certain parts, especially the first part of the chorus. (Ratings: 8.5/10
Arabic (Shorouq Salah)
I absolutely प्यार Arabic संगीत and their voices, unlike her Hebrew counterpart. She sounds smooth and it makes the audience relax and get along with Anna easily, especially in For the First Time in Forever! (Ratings:10/10)
For the First Time in Forever!
So, only 2 were feature because I'm not really sure who is the Persian actress for Anna sadly to say. Our final destination is the Americas!