AN: HALLO! What to say what to say...well I'll start by introducing myself and telling you why I'm here, as well as what to expect from my writing.
My name is Annika, I'm a teenager, and I love...food :)
I'm here because two years ago, I watched the 2004 movie with my mom (bonding!), and I liked the movie. Therefore, when she asked if I wanted to see the musical two years later, I was interested (and thank God I was). This past Saturday, I saw the Phantom of the Opera (the musical in Times Square), and let me tell you; IT. IS. AMAZING. If you haven't seen it, but you want to, pay that $142 per ticket because I assure you it's more than worth it. After seeing the musical and falling in love with it (aka growing a deep obsession for it), I bought the movie on itunes, and since then, I've watched it a kajillion times. I'm not gonna lie, yes the story's awesome, but after reading a few fanfics I hate Raoul and ship Erik and Christine 100%. Why am I here? To simply entertain myself with what I want :)
Lastly, as for what to expect from my writing, let me start by saying that I myself am amazed at how sophisticated this author note sounds (at least I think it does). I don't believe my writing is really...good, and I will usually say in the chapters ahead something like "Get ready for the horribleness that is my writing!" or something like that.
Okay...I think that's all I have to say! Oh! One last thing; for any questions, comments, requests, suggestions, or even praise (that keeps me going!) you have for me, review review review! Also if you think my writing sucks...hold your tongue :)
*Just so you're aware, singing is in italics, which there will be a lot of!*
See you at the bottom!
Help me say goodbye
Help me say goodbye
Sitting on the stairs, ignoring the cold and the snow, Christine stared at her father's grave, tears blurring her vision.
Wandering child so lost, so helpless
Yearning for my guidance
She sang back to the soft voice, unsure of what to believe who or what the voice had come from.
Angel or father? Friend or phantom?
Who is it there, staring?
Have you forgotten your angel?
Angel, oh, speak, what endless longings
Echo in this whisper
Christine stood up, off the cold, snow-covered steps, and faced her father's grave. As her angel sang again, a light in the crypt appeared and the gate slowly opened, inviting her inside.
Too long you've wandered in winter
Far from my fathering gaze
Wildly my mind beats against you
You resist
Yet the soul obeys
Christine, mesmerized by her angel, slowly ascended the steps toward the crypt.
Angel of Music, I denied you
Turning from true beauty
Angel of Music, my protector
Come to me strange Angel
Her Angel of Music began to summon her
I am your Angel of Music
Come to me, Angel of Music
I am your Angel of Music
Come to me, Angel of Music
Christine reached the top step, and, after a moment, walked into the crypt. A door in the wall slid open before her eyes, and fog covered the floor. She didn't think; she was almost hypnotized by her angel's singing. She stepped forward, through the door and into the darkness ahead. The last thing she saw was the door sliding closed behind her before being immersed in darkness.
Cliffhanger? No? Too bad. I'm making the next chapter now :) I'm sorry this one was so short, but you're going to have to get used to that, because I tend to make my chapters short unfortunately.
Until Chapter 2!
- Annika ;D