Ok, if we did, we would've created Phantom long ago but no; it belongs to ALW, Warner Brothers, and that dead French guy.

Roses

By; The Phanatics

There they are after every performance for her;

A rose with a black satin ribbon…

For her!

I am left with nothing. I was nothing.

Roses mean love right?

And this 'Angel' is out of my grasp.

Does he not know I have what it takes to have as much talent as Christine?

Do I have to degrade myself for the limelight?

Or is this just a dream?

Where Christine is just another pretty face in the world

While I am just another soul cast away in her shadow?

She was my best friend.

Until the night she disappeared with the Vicomte – my love.

And so the years will go by, and she may still get a rose from the 'Angel'.

I have never truly impressed mother, for I am a wobbly kind of dancer.

All I ever wanted besides love is a rose.

A simple, delicate red rose to show that someone appreciates me for who I am and not my physical beauty, which I know I lack.

I may not ever be another Christine Daae

Or a La Carlotta,

A little Jammes,

A La Sorelli,

Or even the most powerful woman in the world.

I was only seen as Madame Giry's shy daughter, never who I truly was.

And now, as these thoughts pour from my mind like a waterfall,

I see a most beautiful light pink rose with a black ribbon after the recent performance of Carmen.

It is indeed all I had ever wanted.

For once, after all these years,

I have finally been noticed.

The Lord is kind to me in the one prayer I had prayed for such a long time.

I now know who I am and who I wish to be.

Meg Giry.

Yes, just Meg Giry.

And nothing more ever…

For someone had given me a rose after my heard work.

Roses…

Roses…

Roses…

A/N: We hoped you liked. After all, Meg is always in the shadow of another.