Alisha is a new ballerina to the Opera Populair yet has heard enough about the strange goings on of the House. Her friend, Christine, is at the center of the wild rumors circulating around the city. Alisha has heard the horror stories surrounding the Opera Ghost, but she believes there is good in him, can she prove everyone, and eventually herself that that faith is true?
"On the wall, girls. Come on. Stretch yourselves." Mmd. Giry walked past the ballerinas correcting their stances and scolding one or two for goofing off. "Another second of this and I might just fall apart." Joked one. The petite blond next to her, also known as Meg Giry, giggled, drawing her mothers disapproving glare. Meg looked back at her friend quickly before focusing straight ahead again. "Your going to get us in trouble, Alisha. With all your troublemaking."
"As I remember it, you were right there with me, causing the same trouble." Meg grinned as she remembered their last night pranks on M. Firmont and M. Andre. After Christine had gone prima dona, Alisha had found that Meg was especially lonely, so because it could no longer be the three of them, they caused extra trouble in Christines name. Mmd. Giry slammed her cane on the bar just in front of Alisha's hand. "Are you a ballerina Alisha? Then practice!" Alisha and Meg settled down after that and continued their parctices.
"Oh. My feet." Alisha groaned as she slipped off her slippers and rubbed her feet. Sitting alone in her room, she grabbed her candle and threw on a thin chemise. She cautiously peeked out her door and slipped out. Walking silently through the halls till she reached the back stage. Setting the candle down on the front of the stage and stepped up to the edge. She breathed in-
"In sleep he sang to me
in dreams he came
that voice which calls to me
and speaks my name…"
She smiled and looked around, believing no one was there she breathed again.
"Think of me
think of me fondly
when we've said goodbye
remember me
once in a while
please promise me you'll try
when you find that once again you long
to take your heart back and be free
please promise me that sometimes you will think of me?" Her voice had built up in awe as she felt the sensation of elation as the music flowed through her. When a hand suddenly wrapped itself around her throat and waist. "Foolish child." The cold voice and sudden handling made her gasp as she was suddenly whipped around. There before her stood the man of legend and fear. The Phantom of the Opera.