Hey Guys! Thank you for liking My Father the Phantom! I wanted to write a sequel to that because I just kept thinking about that cliffhanger! What happens after 10 years Kelsey and Gustave got married? Well, review! I will take any questions, comments, or you like it!
-D.O.T.O.G ( Daughter of the Opera Ghost)
Kelsey and Gustave were happily married with a ten year old son, named Erik, named after her Angel of Music. They all lived at the opera house. Kelsey was especially proud to be the new owner of the Opera Populaire. Christine and Erik's ghosts are still lurking, but Kelsey wanted to keep her father's face a secret. As Erik grew, Kelsey saw the resemblance of her father in her son. Kelsey could always hear where he was by following the sound of his playing, and singing to which rehersal room he was in to compose his music.
Kelsey's POV
I could feel the presence of my mother and father in the walls of the Opera Populaire. They always checked up on me; well, they actually live here. Gustave, the people of the opera, and I can see them, feel their presence, and hear them, except my son Erik. I was wandering around the opera house. I walked through the rows of seats until I came to an empty stage, well worn by the tread of many feet. Then, I walked onto the stage. I felt like I was performing like back in the early days, but I haven't sang publicly in years. I am 26 now, but I feel like I am still 16. I was staring up at the rows and rows of empty seats. Then, a spotlight magically came on. I wasn't expecting this, but I sang anyway.
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,
If you ever find a moment,spare a thought of me...
We never said our love was evergreen or as unchanging as the sea,
But if you can still remember, stop and think of me,
Think of all the things we've shared and seen,
Don't think about the way things might have been,
Think of me, think of me waking silent and resigned,
Imagine me, trying too hard to put you from my mind,
Recall those days,look back on all those times,
Think of the things we'll never do,
There will never be a day, that I won't think of you!
Flowers fade,the fruits of summer fade, they have their seasons, so do we,
But please promise me that sometimes,
You will think... oooooof meeeee!
My voice was better than it once was;but much higher than when I was 12. Then, I thought who turned the spotlight on?
"Excuse me, but who was that who shone the spotlight?"
No one answered; just then a voice that I recognized spoke in a ghostly voice.
"Bravo. Bravo Bramissi... I am your Angel of Music Kelsey."
I knew who it was; my father the phantom.