Can Dreams Come True?

Chapter 1

Authors Notes: Alrighty… this is my first Phiction! This is in first person, but it's not exactly ME… although I wish it was… that would be awesome. Anyways! Um, enjoy! This is only chapter one… I do intend on have multiple chapters. It will follow the general storyline of the movie though… with a few modifications! I have no idea how I'm going to do this though… oh well:) I hope you all enjoy this!

"There you are my dear!" a low, deep voice spoke. A large smile crept across my face as I stood up from the couch and dashed towards the window where the shadowed figure stood. "Did you miss me?" He said once more, as his gloved hand came up and caressed my cheek. Laughing, I playfully lunged at him with a hug. Losing his balance, we both fell back and landed on the ground below the window. Luckily, it was on the first floor, and the fall was merely a trip. Giggling, I slightly sat up, staring down at him. The hood of his cape had come off, and his black mask clearly visible. His piercing yellow eyes shown out from behind the black mask like gold as he sat up and started to tickle my sides. "You silly little vixen! Come on; let's go before we awaken to many people… You know I don't like to be around this area" he said, then helped me up. Holding onto his hand, he led me to a black stallion that was tied to a nearby bench. Mounting the horse, the both of us rode off.

"Why do you only come at night?" I asked him softly, as we continued to ride. The horse sped up rapidly as to retreat to our secret spot quicker.

"I can not come for you during the day… the risk is inevitably to grand" He spoke from behind me, controlling the large beast of which we rode nightly. I sighed softly, enjoying the sight of the stars dancing around the moon. Without noticing, the horse started to stop and he hopped off then held out his hand to help me down. Still staring at the stars, he tapped my shoulder. I looked down, and blushed lightly as I hopped off… with his assistance. Smiling, he wrapped one arm around my waist and walked to a river dimly lit by moonlight. We then faced each other, and started to lean in slowly…

"Wake up! Wake up! Get your lazy behind out of bed little missy!" A loud voice echoed through my room as the door was banged upon.

I rolled in my bed and groaned loudly. "Not yet…good dream… sleep…. more?" I spoke with my face buried in my pillow.

"No, breakfast is ready! Come on! You have to get your chores done or else I'll give your Il Muto Ticket to someone else!" the voice shouted again, this time I noticed it was my mothers.

"Alright! Alright!" I shouted as I attempted to scamper out of bed, but ended up crashing to the floor with a thud. Groaning I got up and changed quickly. Looking through all my dresses, I struggled to find one that was appropriate for tonight's Opera. Hearing my mother call once more, I ignored the need for the dress selection for now and retreated downstairs.

"I heard rumours that the Opera Ghost is going to do something horrible if Christine Daae doesn't sing! Ooooh I wonder if it's true!" My mother squealed to herself as she ate her breakfast.

As I pulled out a chair for myself, the only maid we had offered me breakfast. I nodded my head politely as I sat down, staring at my mother whose head was obviously consumed in gossip. I rolled my eyes and then started to eat the breakfast placed in front of me by the maid.

"So… what was this dream that you didn't want to be awaken from?" My mother asked inattentively.

Slightly blushing I said "Nothing… just a silly dream" and went back to eating.

Constantly throughout the day, I had flash backs of this dream that seemed to be part of a sequence… since I'd be having nearly similar ones all week. Each of them was incomplete, and continued with the next dream. My chores were done with half attention, causing mistakes to occur and repeats being done. The day was long and irritable as finally I found time to retreat to my room.

I carefully started to select a dress to wear, I liked to dress similar to the costumes if possible… but I hadn't the opportunity to sneak a peak of the ones that were going to be worn tonight. I sighed and picked up a very slimming black dress that hung nicely around my curved figure. I held it in front of myself as I stood before my mirror. I twirled around and laughed lightly as the voice from my dreams echoed through my ears. It was a soft… soothing voice, which also held great power. A captivating voice indeed that sent chills up my spine. Sighing softly, I walked backwards and lie on my bed and shut my eyes to attempt to remember the dream clearly. Unintentionally I fell asleep, as the dream I had last night repeated.

Hours later, a memorably banging of the door echoed through my room as I heard my mother shout "Wake up! It's time for the Opera!"

My eyes instantly shot open as I noticed I wasn't dressed yet, and hollered back "Hold on I need to change!" I quickly slipped on the v-neck black dress with thin straps. A fishnet fabric was the sleeves and chest/shoulder area of the dress. I adored this dress, but hardly wore it. I put on a simple silver necklace, matching earrings. Rushing down the stairs I noticed, I wasn't wearing shoes! Dashing back up the stairs in a hurry I put on a pair fishnet stockings and a pair of simple black dress shoes. I ran back down the stairs and rushed into the horse and carriage my parents had called for.

The carriage master nodded his head, and tilted his top hat once we all boarded, and flicked the reins for the horses to move. The pair of stallions started to trot off to the Opera Populaire as I stared out the glass window. My mother gasped "Your hair! It's not done!" as she opened her purse, removing a brush and several hairstyle objects as she quickly fixed my hair. I sighed as my hair was pulled, and placed to many times that my mother became frustrated and just left my hair straight with a clip at the back.

"We're here!" The carriage master said as he hopped down then opened the door, and offered his hand to assist in the exiting of the carriage. My mother departed first, then myself, then my father. Standing outside this magnificent building that was completely illuminated I gasped softly from the view. We walked up the steps, and through the grand doors. Everything inside seemed golden, like a palace. My eyes gazed at the twinkling statues of beauty. My mother handed me my ticket that I stuffed in a little black purse that hung over my shoulder.

"Go explore for a little bit, but don't get into trouble… and don't ruin your dress!" My mother proclaimed with a smile. My face lit up as I hugged her, then my father, and dashed off as usual. This was the fifth performance at the Opera Populaire I had been to, and in the little time I obtained to explore I knew a vast majority of the building. This time however, I managed to sneak into the backstage. I avoided getting caught with surprisingly great skill, as I knew Madame Giry would be looking to catch me. She usually was the one who ended my expeditions; it became almost a game at every opera I attended.

Somehow, I managed to sneak up to the top of the stage. It was a balcony at the level of the chandelier. The view was absolutely breath taking. My eyes gazed upon the audience, and the stage directly below. My fingers clung tightly to the railing as I leaned in. My heart began to pound as the orchestra slowly began to play. Looking behind me I noticed a little wooden stool that I pulled to the edge of the balcony and sat on. My arms and chin rests on the golden railing as I watched Il Muto from above. I sighed softly and became lost in the songs and rhythms. Shutting my eyes I remembered when I was little, I had attention singing classes. My teacher claimed I had the voice of a seraph, but as I got older I tired of singing. It had been at least ten years since I last sang, and I was now in my early twenty's. My thoughts of childhood singing shifted into my dreams. The tall, dark shadowy figure stood there with me by the river… but this was different, he had a white half mask on.

Hearing La Carlotta, the lead soprano, hit a high note my eyes shot open back to reality only to see directly across from the curved balcony from me was the figure in my dreams. I gasped silently and stared in awe, as it seemed he was glaring downwards with his fingers clutched on the railing. It didn't seem like he knew I was there as I watched him quietly. Noticing him take a deep breath, I knew he was going to interrupt things.

"Did I not instruct, that box 5 was to be kept empty!" he said loudly. The sound of his voice melted my soul as my hands slid down the support beams beneath the golden railing. Biting my lip softly I knew he was the one that was in my dream.

"Your part is silent little toad!" La Carlotta said, speaking sharply to Christine Daae, then a sheepish almost silent laugh followed.

"A toad madam, perhaps it is you who are the toad" the man spoke almost silently, but I still barely heard it. I went to stand up, but he quickly exited the door of which he entered. I waiting a moment, hearing La Carlotta starting over again, and then departed the same way the man did. In the darkness I looked around as to a possible way he could have gone and thought, Could this man in my dream be the opera ghost? The legendary Phantom of the Opera?

Authors Notes: Alright… how was that first chapter? I think it's decent… please Review! I enjoy reviews… whether positive or negative.