Disclamer: I do not own the Phantom of the Opera.

AN: This story is co-written with my best friend, Caroline. Dedicated to Brian, who was a big help; and Fred, who resuced me when I died (it's a long story ;P) This story was originaly written in script form and was performed at the Sunset Lake Theater. Enjoy!

The Nightwatcher

The room was dark. Christine sat in the corner, playing the intro music on her piano. When the short song reached its climax, the Phantom of the Opera entered! He strode across the space that seperated him from Christine, looked into her brown eyes, and said...

"Just shut up, will ya?!"

"Fine..." she grumbled.

The Phantom smirked, then turned away from her. "I have come here tonight, out of hiding, to tell you all a very important story. A story of wandering hearts, of betrayal, of hope...and of some pretty awesome music, too!" he added with a smile. Then he scowled again. "And I've canceled two facials and pedicure to be here, so listen and listen good!

"Back before the age of television, the opera house was the center of town, where everyone went to have a good time. I was known as Billy Bob Topaz in those days, and I was the star of the place, and I sung many a song with Christine,"

"I rocked!" Christine said, with a graceful smile, and a not-so-graceful jump from her seat.

"Shut up!" the Phantom yelled. "As I was saying, I composed the operas as well as starred in them. Yes...I was such a hit...anyway, after a few years, the Opera House burned down! They thought everyone got out...except me! I was killed, which ended the days of Billy Bob Topaz, and began the days of the Phantom. I hid in the remains of the opera house, having a fine time living contededly composing and performing my operas for my massive collection of dust bunnies. I was so happy being alone. I've always hated people unless they're praising me." he smiled menacingly.

"Then, one day, some people noticed strange music coming from the ruins. They sent a nightwatcher to find out what exactly was going on. I caught that little snoop searching around through my property! What a little sneak! So the next night as he was making his rounds I snuck up on him."

"'What do you think you're doing?'' the Phantom asked the nightwatcher, who promptly screamed at the sight of the Phantom looming over him.

''Huh?'' he just stammered. ''This is people's property'' the Phantom said slowly.

''Now I better not see you here again!'' I yelled. Boy, it's fun seeing him squirm; the He watched the kid run away as fast as his teenage legs would carry him.

"Hmmm...'' the Phantom thought as he watched his retreating figure. ''I should write an opera about this...'' And with that he turned around and headed inside. He'd have to ask my dust bunnies for permission first.