*How to begin this.
Well, this was trapped in my head, so I'll put it on paper. Type it. Well, type it on my iPod touch. Read on if you will be so kind.*
"Monsieur! Monsieur!" The paparazzi man called after a dark-haired teen in a suit with a tall masked man beside him. "Will you give us a few moments? Some questions?"
"Away from the boy." The man barked, briefly looking back at the paparazzi man. The man backed away from the masked man and the teen, his camera still near him.
"It's alright..." The teen turned around and faced the stranger, catching the masked man off guard. "certainly they want to ask about mother."
"Don't answer anything you don't want to, Gustave..." The man replied with a certain kindness in his voice.
"I won't, papa..."
"Mister Y, correct?" The paparazzi man asked the man with the mask, who nodded. Mister Y kept close to Gustave de Chagny. "You took in Christine Daaé's and Raoul de Chagny's son, took him to your home overlooking your park Phantasma."
"Yes." Mister Y barked, looking from the man to his son. His 'adoptive' son. His secret real son, the boy he had raised to be a man his mother would be proud of. His mother. His Christine. "Now ask anything you need to. We are short on time."
The paparazzi man started asking many questions. "Did you ever find the murderer of the great Christine Daaé, your mother, the famous opera singer?"
"We know who she is, but we haven't found her." Mister Y answered for Gustave, who bit his lip as his father spoke. "But trust me, when I find miss Giry..."
"Meg Giry, the ooh-la-la girl, no?" The paparazzi man asked, this time specifically aimed at the timid teen. "The dancer from Paris."
"She was a close friend of my mother's, I was told." Gustave announced quickly, just trying to get the man off of his case.
"What would you hope happens to Meg Giry now that she's taken your mother's life?" Gustave couldn't count the times people had asked him this question. He now performed in Phantasma, receiving undesired pity from his father's employees. Crowds flocked to hear the Daaé prodigy play piano. But most importantly the phantom his mother called her angel of music, his real father, was very sure to never let him forget how loved Christine Daaé was.
"I..." Gustave received a stern look from his masked father, a look he had gotten for the three years he had lived with the man. "I wish her what she deserves, nothing more and nothing less."
"You wish for her to die?" The paparazzi man asked, greedily rubbing his hands together as the invisible plot thickened.
"I never said that, sir." Gustave explained. "For years I had wished her dead, but then I thought about it. Hoping that she died wouldn't bring my mother back." His father was quite proud of what a wise boy he called a son and his newest music student. "I wish for her to have what she always wanted, given it doesn't involve my father or his park." The boy looked at his masked father, who smiled down at him.
"But since the tragedy..." The paparazzi man asked finally. "what has happened of your father? Monsieur de Chagny?"
"Neither of us have heard from him," Gustave continued, clearly offending the paparazzi man on purpose. "nor do we intend to. He may be the man who helped my mother raise me as a young child, but Mister Y is more a father to me than he ever was."
Mister Y glared at the unsatisfied paparazzi man, holding onto Gustave's shoulder. "Now you've taken enough of our time, we have to run a last errand before the park opens for the summer."
Gustave and Mister Y walked along the sidewalk, away from the man, and disappeared into the sea of New Yorkers. That wasn't what the man wanted at all.