Plot: Arya is a young girl who has just moved to Paris. After being orphaned she decides to try out for a role in the newly restored Opera House, not knowing the tragic past of it. After a young woman, who was there during the time of the tragedy, tells her the tale of the Opera Ghost Arya longs to know more. When the phantom first sees Arya he believes she is Christine, come back from the dead to love her once more. Arya soon becomes tangled up in the Phantom's story and his need to just be loved.
A/N: You'll have to forgive my aweful writing skills. I've just had this story in my head for a really long time and I just had the need to write it down. I do not own anything except my love for The Phantom Of The Opera.
In Sleep He Sang To Me
Chapter One. Let Your Mind Start A Journey
I slammed the huge, yet intricate and detailed door behind me. I shook off the melting snow that was in my coat and long curly red hair. I was slightly pulling off my coat when a doorman came to my aid and asked to take it from me.
I smiled, then replied "Of course".
I then looked around at the grandeur of the ceiling. Lord, was it breathtaking.
The swirls would almost crash, like waves, into smaller jewel like shapes. Then the jewels would entwine with pictures of cherubs, and beautiful women.
My admiration was put to a halt when the doorman motioned for me to follow him.
He led me up a marble staircase made of solid gold, with statutes carved into the sides of posts.
The doorman opened up, yet another, large door. He then lead me through the gorgeous doors into a massive room, and in the middle of that room was a gigantic stage. The red of the seats and carpet was almost blinding, I had only seen blood that red before. The gold framing of the seats mirrored the stairway's artistic genius.
I glanced up to see that the auditions had already started. There was a woman with long golden hair, pale skin, and eyes the color of the sea. Her facial features were simple yet elegant. It was obvious this woman had once been beautiful, though maybe she had gone through quite a bit of hardship.
She was a dancer. It was that obvious. Her figure was small yet long, most of her body was made up of legs. She would point her toes then squat in a position that looked as if she was about ready to pounce. Then suddenly she would spring upwards and land in a different position then before.
I walked up the aisle of seats towards a man who looked as if he was in charge.
Luckily, he was. His name was Mousier Bouquet. He had owned the opera house ever since the two men who had bought it five years ago had quit. When I asked, he wouldn't tell me why they had quit.
After the blonde girl was done performing he asked me to walk up on stage and sing the chorus of a song. After climbing the wooden stairs up to the stage, I looked at the floor. Then I smoothed out my skirt until it could no longer be smoothed anymore.
Looking aggravated, Mousier Bouquet glance up and said "I don't have all day. Please, would you just sing something!?".
I took a deep breath then started singing an aria from "Hannibal".
When I had finished, I didn't want to look up. I didn't want to see his face, shocked that I could sing so horrendously. I eventually looked up, after dieing of longing.
Surprisingly, his face was the exact opposite. He looked bewildered, in a good way.
Mousier Bouquet stood up, walked towards the stage and said "Congratulations, child. I believe you may have won yourself the lead role."
This was the most terrific day ever. I shook his hand and walked back behind the stage to find out where I was to sleep at night.
I tapped on the shoulder of a young girl. When the girl whirled around I was surprised to see that it was the blonde haired girl who I had seen dancing before.
She then titled her head a bit and said in a light and airy voice "You must be the new girl who's to play the lead now, eh? I'm Meg, it's nice to meet you..." she trailed off "Arya" I replied.
"How suitable." she smiled.
"Am I suppose to ask you where I'm to sleep at night?" I asked softly.
"I believe so." Meg walked off quickly with one of my bags looking paranoid.
I then took my large duffel bag, pillows, and a small round suitcase and quickly tried to catch up.
"May I ask you something, Meg?" I asked quietly. "Yes, of course. As long as you hurry!"
I wasn't entirely sure how to ask her my question. I thought for a moment then said quietly "I noticed that you and Mousier Bouquet are both acting very strange. May I ask why?"
"Lord, um... you know what? This isn't the right place to be talking. I will answer your question when we reach our dorm." She then looked around in various ways to make sure no one had been listening.
After climbing up different flights of stairs and various hallways we eventually reached the actor's dorms. The doors to the dorms were all along one single hallway. My dorm was to be shared with Meg, and our dorm was at the very end of the hallway.
When we reached the dorm, Meg opened the door quickly then shoved me into the room. She glanced around then walked in herself.
"Okay, you mustn't tell anyone I told you this." She said with sincerity.
"I swear I won't tell a thing.". I climbed up onto a rather large bed, then took my very long and curly red hair and began to play with strands of it.
"Have you ever heard about the ghost of the opera house?" Meg asked.
"Ghost? Is this what this is all about? Lord, this is why you and Mousier Bouquet are paranoid?"
"Yes, but we actually have seen him. Well, not Mousier but I have. My best friend almost died because of him. He's a monster. She was gorgeous, she happened to look a ton like you, and she could sing marvelously. The ghost, or I guess we should call him buy his actual name, Erik, had fallen madly in love with her. But she already had a lover and did not return Erik's affections. He sought out to kill her lover, Raoul, and take my friend, Christine, for himself.
After much madness and death, Erik eventually gave in and let them be together. But he never stopped loving her. And the reason we are acting paranoid is because you look so freakishly like her, he could come and take you from your sleep any night!".
When Meg finished her story I was stunned, I was thirsting for more. The story was breathtaking. I was positive there was a lot romance and passion that had gone on during that time, and I being a hopeless romantic would of killed to have some sort of romantic past like that.
After a few moments of pondering through my thoughts, I then asked Meg eagerly "Would it be so wrong as to possibly want Erik to find me?"
"Erik!? To find you!? Are you insane!?" Meg stood up looking almost disturbed.
"I think it would be romantic to have someone with a tragic past love me."
"Don't ever say that again! If he found you... I just don't even want to think about it." Meg looked away from me and turned her head to the clock on the wall. "We should be getting to bed, and I want to make sure you aren't wandering around corridors tonight, okay? Will you promise me that?"
"I promise to not wander around corridors." I replied bluntly.
"Good, now let's get to bed. I shall see you in the morning" she looked at me threateningly.
After I had changed into my night clothes and undid the bed sheets, I climbed in. I rested my head against the pillow and soon drifted softly off to sleep.
I climbed out of bed after making sure everyone was asleep. I climbed down several flights of stairs and hallways until I had reached back behind the stage where the costumes were kept.
I looked around at a few of them trying to find out which costumes could maybe be mine. I found one that had my name on it. It was rather large, and looked very heavy. It was pure white with beading detail on the entire skirt of it. The bodice was strapless and had no beading work on it but was still just as elegant.
I put the dress back then continued down the musty hallway.
I suddenly heard the most gorgeous music I had ever heard.
The soft sway of the piano, the silky smooth voice, and the lyrics were haunting.
I had no idea who was making the music, but I was going to find out. I walked down the hallway hardly knowing where I was going, I was just following the echoes of the music.
The music stopped. I hunched my shoulders in disappointment.
I heard a slight creak in the floor boards, then I took half a step and the floor fell from beneath me.
I was falling, and probably going to die from the hight. I stopped. I was no longer falling, but in the arms of warm and muscular hands.
I looked at the head that belonged to these arms. I gasped in disbelief. The face was rather handsome, on one half.
The other half I couldn't see, but only because it was hidden behind a white, simple, and porcelain mask.
"Crap!" I breathed. I had been sweating because I noticed the bed sheets were wet. "Just a dream..."