A/N: Okay, this is my veeeery first attempt at a phan-fic, so please go easy on me. Also, just a few notes before rehearsal st- I mean the story starts. I have read Leroux's novel, I have seen the musical with various casts, and I have seen the movie, so anyone flaming me saying that I'm an ignorant Gerry Phangirl will not be tolerated.
This story will primarily be musical/movie based, you know, with the Phantom having a nose and all, with maybe a few details from the novel thrown in. Though…I really would like to have a Leroux Meg, since she's not the hot little thing that ALW/Joel Schumacher have made her out to be. Anyways!
I will not claim that I am the first person to ever think of this idea, for I know I am not. I know that this is yet again, a cliché plot line, but I really truly hope to manage some originality in it. I also am trying my best to make it seem like a direct flow from the movical (pronounced movie-cul. It's my new word to save form having to say movie/musical). I don't like stories that have no logical connection so I'm going to try my best to make sure that this one does.
For my descriptions of Erik, I will be using Gerry Phantom, just because he's a more permanent movical phantom. I like the musical phantoms, but they change a lot and I was never really close enough to get a good look. Anyways! Enough rambling, on with the story! Review please!
Prologue
Erik sighed heavily, staring at the blank sheet music on his desk. It had been six years since the tragedy at the Populaire Opera House. Six years since he had lost his beloved Christine. Since then, he had managed to find a loft in Paris willing to take payment from a man that would not be seen. He made a living writing operas and selling them to other opera houses with the assistance of a man by the name of Blaise Roux. Blaise wasn't a very strong-tongued man, stuttering quite badly when intimidated, but he got the job done, and never questioned Erik's privacy.
He shook his head. He wasn't inspired now. His last 9 operas had all been about heartbreak, a story he knew all to well. He loved Christine, right? Of course. That's why he let her go. He let her leave with Raoul.
"Of course, right this way, Mademoiselle Girard, Angelique, you said your name was?" Erik heard Madame Rousseau say below him. Erik lived in the top loft, with a window, a door in the floorboards to enter and exit from, and all the privacy he could ask for. Madame Rousseau was the hostess for the boarders who lived in the same boarding house as Erik. He walked over to his door and lifted it slightly to look out at this Mademoiselle Girard.
"Yes, Angelique Marie Girard." She said, smiling. She turned back and looked at the ceiling. It was then she noticed a door there, slightly cracked. "Madame, is that another loft there?" she asked, pointing to the door.
"Oh yes, but I would not go pounding on it. Monsieur is very private. I've never even seen him," she replied.
"Never seen him? Doesn't that worry you at all?" Angelique asked.
"He pays his rent on time, and does not disturb anyone, including me. I could not ask for a better boarder." The old woman smiled with a toothy grin. "This is your room, Mademoiselle. I do hope you will be satisfied here."
"I'm sure I will be. Thank you very much."
Erik watched until Angelique had entered the room, then closed his own door. Angelique was a very lovely young woman, he had to admit, but nowhere near as lovely as Christine. He wondered where she was now. She and Raoul had to be married by now, with at least two or three children. It pained him to think of it. He had given everything for her, and in the end, she repaid him by abandoning him.
Erik's thoughts were interrupted by thumping below him. Angelique's room was right below his work area. She must have been unpacking. 'She better not be too loud,' he thought to himself as he lied down on his bed, attempting to drift off to sleep.
A/N: Allright…that's one chapter down. Review please, but don't flame, okay? Constructive criticism is great, gushing praise is even better, but flames…they hurt where my heart is. Anyways, love you bye!
