A/N Okay I had to write this one. I HAD to. It may seem stupid or out there to you, but my fantasy, for the longest time has been to be a part of that great and wonderful story of the Phantom of the Opera, so in writing this story about another girl living my fantasy, I can live it vicariously through her. So my muses say anyway. Anyway, I don't have a title yet, so any suggestions would be appreciated. I want something that plays off from the movie...
So now without further ado, I give you my currently untitled story...
Prologue
Gwenivyre Igraine Chanay (pronounced Shaun-yay, French, not chain a like the American's say) sat on the dusty, decrepit old stage, staring in awe at the once beautiful chandelier that now lay shattered before her. How was it that the legend that had haunted her for years had been true?
She reflected on the events that had led her here. The main factor being her huge obsession with the Phantom, whose voice she heard with every breath. Gwen sighed and thought back to when she'd first heard his voice. That fateful moment had been when she was eight and first heard her grandfather's CD, The Phantom of the Opera Original Broadway Cast. She loved Michael Crawford's portrayal of the man whose soul was dark, even darker than her own had been the summer of her thirteenth year, when her father had taken his own life. That summer she'd gone out and bought the book and since then had worn its pages by reading it countless times, that book had fueled an obsession with the Phantom, the Angel of Music, and it had filled the void which her father's death had left. She'd gone through several CD soundtracks from the movie and Broadway production and several DVD copies of the movie. She'd spent vast amounts of money on her obsession, and many people thought she was crazy. She'd researched the myths and cursed Christine Daaé innumerable times for being so foolish as to deny the Phantom's love. This trip to the very place that the Phantom, one Erik Destler, had been a senior gift from her over indulging family, who had been so good to her since her father had died. Gwen wiped a silent tear that fell down her cheek as she was overcome the sadness that still possessed her when she thought of he beloved father.
This trip had been wonderful; she'd even found the DeChagny family cemetery. She had seen the graves of Christine, Rauol, and their descendents. Gwen sighed and resigned herself to the fact that she could never travel back in time and win Erik's heart and save him from the eternal darkness that followed his dangerous obsession (yes Gwen had realized that she was being completely contradictory, but she had loved Erik and all his deformities since she'd been old enough to know what love was). Now she was eighteen and she felt like singing, on this very stage where so much tragedy and drama had occurred. Gwen stood up on the stage and moved to the center. She took a deep breath and let her voice loose.
"Angel of music guide and guardian, bring to me your glory," her voice was pure and sweet, it was also so deceiving, hard as lighting, soft as candlelight. "Angel of music hide no longer come to me strange angel!" A tear slid down her check (again) as she sang the words that would never come true, so she sang something else instead. Something more true...
"Little Lotte let her mind wonder, Little Lotte thought; am I fonder of dolls or of goblins or frocks...or of chocolate... No what I love best Lotte said is when I'm a sleep in my bed, and the Angel of music sings songs in my head, the angel of music sings songs in my head..." Gwen sighed and then remembered something one of her science teachers had told her on a rare day when she had actually been paying attention and not day dreaming about The Phantom of the Opera.
"Some scientists, the radically outspoken ones," he had said, "believe that people can create rifts in the time space continuum by sheer force of will or an over flow of emotion..." and then he had gone into equations that supposedly proved the theory and Gwen had drifted back into her dream world.
Gwen smiled sadly, she certainly had the will to go back and her emotions were flowing. She wasn't sure how the scientists had proposed to get through the supposed rift but as for her, she would merely jump from the stage.
"Pitiful creature of darkness...god give me courage to show you, you are not alone!" Gwen's voice soared as she ran across the stage and she closed her eyes as she leapt from the stage or rather tried to. She slipped at the last minute and fell; she caught her head on the edge of the stage...
I am your angel, come to the Angel of music...
The haunting sound filled her head as she fell for what seemed like all eternity. When she landed flat on her back her head cracking against the cold floor she lay there for a moment stunned as the pain shot through her head. God I'm an idiot and this the price, what was I thinking jumping from the stage like that!
When Gwen opened her eyes she found her self staring into the concerned eyes of three women who looked very familiar. Then it hit her; Madame Giry, her daughter Meg and the famous Christine Daaé...
A/N Okay so I've decided to temporarily call this Endless Longing, from the line Christine sings in the graveyard, 'Angel of music what endless longing echoes in this whisper!' yeah sad isn't it... any way I just looked under the Misc. category... and Marching band was listed! I totally have to write a Marching Band fan fic! Why you ask? Because I'm an obsessive Band geek, band is my life I have sold my soul to it...
Any I way I know it's a bit of a cliff hanger but I have chap. 1 in head and after the stupid cliff hanger on Lost tonight I wanted to make others share my pain (grins evilly) I know I'm a loser but whatever... so anyway, please, please review! I need reviews to speed up my writing! Trust I'm slow about it this is my fourth fic and I haven't finished any yet... not enough reviews...