A/N: Okay, first off…HI! J Thanks for taking an interest in my PhanFic. Now, before you read any futher, I must warn this….This story is not along the same plot line as the book or movies. I've changed up the characters quite a bit as well. The setting is different, as you will see. The story I'm writing itself was based off a dream I had after I had started reading the Phantom of the Opera. Honestly, it's the Phantom of the Opera in my own perspective. I hope you enjoy! *le fades away to the fifth cellar* -TheseSuppressiveGreenEyes.

Christine's Prospective...

I sighed nervously as I brushed my hair, preparing for my first solo spot in the Opera. We were preforming Faust, a rather popular play. I'd worked long and hard with my tutor...my Angel of Music. Just thinking of him was enough to send me into a flush of embarrassment. A part of me had fallen madly in love with the heavenly voice that tutored me from the shadows.

Though, he thinks he had me fully convinced that he was the angel my father spoke so highly of, I knew better. I wasn't a naive child who'd believe in fairy tales all her life. My field of innocence had been burnt down with my father's death...

"Christine, my dear, something troubles you?" spoke a gentle and soft voice. I shook my head, suddenly becoming aware of the tears trickling down my face. The voice, HIS voice, was the only thing that numbed the throbbing pain my father's death had left. "I'm just nervous, my angel. Terribly nervous..." I trailed off quietly, playing idly with my fingers. I heard a soft chuckle, almost as if in my ear. "You'll do just fine, you've worked so hard..." He stated, a smile was evident in his voice. This praise was enough to flush my skin a scarlet pink, he thought so highly of me. "I have a brilliant teacher to thank for that." I smiled, looking up as if he were standing in front of me. The voice only chuckled in reply and I smiled, his words were more than comforting to me. But yet, it made her uneasy. I was more than a little terrified of disappointing the Voice.

The Voice, no doubtingly seeing my ever so apparent worry -he'd made it clear several times that my "green eyes often betrayed my emotions"- started humming softly, making me more than a little dizzy. It was almost a drug, to hear his soft musical voice. Whether or not he was a man, his voice was certainly from Heaven. A gift from God himself, no doubt. My nervous, as if scared of his voice, where all but gone, and I finished getting ready for the play.

Raoul's Perspective...

Anxious, I paced back and forth. "PHILLIP, COME ON! WE'LL BE LATE!" I called out for what must have been the millionth time, he was taking a painfully long amount of time getting ready. I mumbled incoherently as I paced. My brother and I were taking a vacation in Barcelona, Spain and decided to go to an Opera that night. I felt odd, almost uneasy about going. I wondered if it was jet lag or maybe my own childish fear.

"Finally!" I huffed as my brother made his way down stairs, he merely smirked. "You act as if you're head is on fire." He mumbled as he pulled his jacket on, shaking his head. "And you take longer than our sister to get ready!" I smiled, dodging his hand as he swung. "Now, to the Opera!" Phillip proclaimed with a clap of his hands.

What seemed like a blink of an eye, we were sitting in our box, peering down at the stage. Murmurs of conversations flowed around me, all too quiet to make out. Suddenly the room grew quiet as the lights dimmed and the first act began.

The, as the lead took her spot on stage, I nearly fainted. Could my eyes deceive me? "No..." I thought as the actress started to sing, it was her. Christine Daee.

A/N: So, what do you think? Let me know please. :) I'll have another chapter up ASAP. ^_^