The Feminine Phantom
(A/N Hiya Guys! I don't know if I like this one or not. Mostly because I don't really like the whole Merik thing :/ Christine is Erik, Erik is Christine, Meg is Raoul, Nadir is Meg, Raoul is Madame Giry. Also no one is playing Nadir :/ And I didn't do the chapel scene with Erik, and Nadir. 1. Because I forgot. 2. I was too lazy to add it. So you guys can make up your own version in your head. Ok so anyway, Enjoy!)
"Erik Destler can sing it, Madame. He has been taking lessons from a great teacher." Monsieur Giry commented.
"Whom?" Andre questioned the young man.
"I-I don't know her name, Monsieur." Erik stampered.
"Let him sing for you, Monsieur, he has been well taught." Monsieur Giry grinned at Erik's petrified face.
"Alright." Andre gave in. "Come here, don't be shy." He added.
"From the beginning of the aria then please, Monsieur."
"Andre, this is doing nothing for my nerves." Firmin spat.
"Well, he's quite a dashing young man, is he not?" Andre said while having full attention towards Erik. Firmin nodded in agreement.
Can it be?
Can it be Christine?
Bravo!
Long ago
It seems so long ago
How young
And innocent
We Were
She may not remember me
But I remember her.
Erik's powerful, haunting, voice bounced off the back wall as Andre, and Firmin stared in awe.
"You're in!" They said in unison.
Opening night had gone marvelous. Erik's voice caused the audience to give a ten minute standing ovation while both men, and woman threw roses at the stage. On the way back to his dressing room people were guarding it, asking for autographs, and where he was taught to sing. Erik ignored them. He never really liked crowds even though he loved to perform.
"She is pleased with you." Monsieur Giry handed Erik a rose with a black ribbon tied around it. He stared at it not realizing Monsieur Giry had left. He sat down in front of the vanity to think a little when the door opened.
There she was. His childhood sweetheart, Meg DeChagny. He smiled at her in the mirror.
"Little buddy, let his mind wander." Meg said sweetly to him. Erik turned around at her now noticing a bouquet of roses in her hands.
"Little buddy thought, Am I a fonder or dolls, or goblins, or of shoes." She said while approaching him.
"Meg." Was all he managed to get out of him.
"Or of riddles, or of frocks." She said while placing the flowers on the table.
"Those picnics in the attic." He finally had said a sentence.
"Or of chocolates?" She had a wide grin on her face now.
"Mother playing the violin." He closed his eyes remembering the sweet, innocent times.
"As we read to each other dark stories of the North." She kneeled down to be eye level with me.
"No, what I love best, Buddy said is when I'm asleep in my bed, and the Angel of Music sings songs in my head! He sang.
And the Angel of Music sings songs in my head.
"You sang like an angel tonight." Meg said still staring at me.
"Mother said, When I'm in Heaven child, I will send the Angel of Music to you. Well, my mother is dead, Meg, and I have been visited by the Angel of Music." I said.
"Oh doubt of it! And now we'll go to supper." She said. She obviously didn't understand where he was getting to.
"No, Meg, The Angel of Music is very strict." He said trying to stop her.
"Well, I shan't keep you up late." Meg giggled.
"Meg, no!" He shouted with panic in his voice.
"You must change. I'll order my carriage. Two minutes Little Buddy." She said while turning the doorknob.
"No, Meg, wait!" He said while the door closed in his face. He sighed, and went around the corner to find something presentable to wear. He changed into a black suit. Erik walked out while fixing his bow tie. He took a quick look around the room before he departed the dressing room. That's when he noticed all the candles in the room were being blown out by a mysterious wind. That usually meant his angel was here. He gulped. Her voice filled with anger penetrated the room.
Insolent girl
This slave of fashion
Basking in you glory
Ignorant fool
This brave, young suitress
Sharing in my triumph!
Erik took a deep breathe, and replied to his precious angel.
Angel I hear you
Speak, I listen
Stay by my side
Guide me!
Angel, my soul was weak
Forgive me
Enter at last
Master!
He said turning back into his dressing room.
Flattering child
You shall know me
See why in shadow
I hide
Look at you face in the mirror
I am there inside!
Erik stared into the mirror. He then saw a beautiful, masked woman with brown, bouncy curls staring back at him. I continued with:
Angel of Music
Guide and Guardian!
Grant to me
Your glory!
Angel of Music
Hide no longer!
Come to me
Strange Angel
The masked woman replied.
I am your Angel of Music
Come to me
Angel of Music.
I was now only inches away from the woman. I heard Meg from the outside of the room. The door must have been locked since she was pounding on the door trying to get in.
Whose is that voice?
Who is that in there?
Meg said in her feminine squeak.
I am your Angel of Music.
The mysterious woman commented. Yet, again I heard Meg just outside of the dressing room,
Erik!
Erik!
The masked woman reached her hand out for me.
Come to me
Angel of Music
I slowly grabbed her hand. A loud, soothing melody filled the atmosphere around me. She pulled me through the two way mirror down a dark, corridor. That's when it him. This masked woman was the Phantom of the Opera...
In sleep she sang to me
In dreams he came
That voice which calls to me
And speaks my name
And do I dream again?
For now I find the Phantom of the Opera
Is there inside my mind!
She grinned back at me. We continued through the passage as she replied in song to me.
Sing once again with me
Our strange duet
My power over you
Grows stronger yet
And though you turn from me
To glance behind
The Phantom of the Opera is there
Inside your mind.
We walked down a long hallway. On a lake I could see a gondola on a murky watered lake.
She placed me down into it as she threw to oar over the side gliding us through the underground lake. The silence was haunting so I decided to fill it by singing again.
Those who have seen your face
Draw back fear
I am the mask you wear.
She joined in with me.
It's me they hear
My spirit and my voice
In one combined
The Phantom of the Opera
Is there
Inside my mind.
She once again continued.
In all your fantasies
You always knew
That woman of mystery
Were both in you...
And in this labyrinth
Where night is blind
The Phantom of the Opera
Is there
Inside my mind.
Beware of the Phantom of the Opera
She's there,
The Phantom of the Opera He began to go up his musical scale as the Phantom sang:
Sing my Angel of Music
Sing My Angel
Sing for me
Sing
Sing My Angel
Sing for me!
The gondola had now hit land, and the Phantom was now on the island. She began to sing once again.
I have brought you
To the seat of sweet music's throne
To this kingdom where all must be homaged to music... music.
You have come here
For one purpose
And one alone
Since the moment
I first heard you sing
I have needed you with me
To serve me to sing
For my music
My music...
Then she began to sing...
(A/N Ok so review please! Tell me if I should continue :) Thanks guys)