THE MASTER AND THE STUDENT

Christine Daae had always been a very talented young lady. Her father taught her how to read sheet music and enjo the sounds of the world around her. Gustaav Daae the swedish violinist was beloved for his music but when he passed away everyone was distraught. But no one more so than his dear daughter Christine. A woman named Madame Giry had brought her to the paris opera house when her father had passed and she was raised there by Madame Giry along with her daughter, Meg Giry. meg and Christine instantly became the best of friends. As time passed the girls grew up together. The other girls never wanted to play with Christine but Meg would make them. Christine continued with her lessons through the angel of music. A mysterious voice who she once thought was her father. Now Christine is about 17 years old. Shes grown into a fine young woman. Last week something wonderful happened. Her angel revealed himself to her. She sang for him and he introduced himself as Erik. Erik Destler, the angel of music and the phantom of the opera.

Christines POV

Christine had just finished rehersals with Meg and the other girls. Rehersals were always ling and tedious but she had a feeling her Angel was watching. He had told her that he was always watching. He had told her that everynight he expects to see her and that she is not to go out. The angel of music was always very strict and very protective of her. However, today's rehersals was different. Today she saw someone she recognized. The new patron of the opera house. A monseuir Raoul de Chagny. Before her father passed away he and Christine would play together in the countryside. He would call her "Little Lotte". Christine blushed and turned away her cheeks were bright red and the young Vicomte walked by. He smiled at her.

Raouls POV

He smiled at her knowing she recognized him. His "Little Lotte". Goodness how shes grown. He didnt want to stare at her for long. In that slave outfit for the latest showing of hannibal she looked stunning. Her breasts were firmly pushed together in that biege bra. Her curly hair was loose and flowing down to her shoulders. That red skirt and those golden chains to match the costume. Raoul felt a blush creep onto his cheeks almost as red as that of Christine's.

"So you see dear Vicomte, I can assure you this was a good investment. We shall put on a proper good show and you shall see.", the managers said. Raoul snapped out of his trance as they walked across the stage to examine the theatre. Raoul yet couldn't shake the feeling they were hiding something from him. "Gentleman thats all good but there are rumors circulating...about a ghost...I've put quite alot of money into this opera house. I hope im not investing in childish tales of ghouls and goblins" Raoul said to the managers.

"Goodness no. No ghosts here."

A woman in black with a cane chimed in and said "Do not lie to he good Vicomte gentleman. For their is a ghost here. And he has certain rules. If you follow them good sir you will be safe. He only asks that Box 5 is to be left empty for him and that we put on a good show. Nothing more."

"And you might be?" Raoul state quizicly.

"Madame Giry. I run the ballet and raise up our fine chorus girls to the highest of standards. Only the best dancers that the opera has to offers my lord" she curtsied and gave him an eery smile.

"Very well madame. Gentleman. I shall be heading off now. I shall come back for the show, opening night. I expect to he pleased." Raoul walked off the stage and out to the doors to exit the main theatre but not wthout turning back t take one last look at miss Christine Daae. Still so beautiful. He blushed and exited through the large wooden doors, making a loud thud.