Hello and welcome to my Phantom of the opera AU for Miraculous Ladybug! Canon truths will be altered for the purpose of a smooth transition of both stories and a better understanding of it all. LOVE LOVE!

"Rehearsal dismissed!" yelled Miss Bustier. "I expect all dancers to be stretched and ready by 8 o'clock tomorrow morning for final rehearsals!"

I take a deep breath and relax my aching muscles as I crouch down to pick up my small towel, which I promptly use to dab the sweat off my forehead. I turn and walk offstage to find my friends. I wonder to the lounge built specifically for staff and find two familiar faces. "Alya! Nino!"

The two look up from their conversation and smile at me as I approach. "Marinette!" says Alya. Her eyes sparkle behind her glasses and her white teeth shine against her brown skin. "How was rehearsal?"

"The usual. Tiring and repetitive. Chloe, however, was worse and kept complaining about how we were going to take away from her spotlight." All three of us rolled our eyes. Chloe had been the head soprano for three years and felt like she owned the place. Her father was a very wealthy man who supported the theatre and shared his wealth to keep it up-to-date, as long as his daughter was happy with the roles she was given.

"That bitch is never happy is she? Did she threaten to leave again?" added Nino. He rested his head on his fist and scrunched his nose which disrupted the position of his glasses.

"Six times!" I exclaimed. "I counted." That brought a laugh to our small group. Chloe had never liked our specific group of friends and was always extremely rude. She didn't like how well we got along even with our skin colors differed. It aggravated me that while Chloe, with such a small heart, wears silver gowns and jewelry my friends, with hearts of gold, wore patched cotton trousers. They had it better than most because I helped them out with a portion of my salary.

Rose, a small petite girl who dances with me, barges into the room out of breath. "Important... News... Go to the stage now!"

I look over to Alya and Nino and they shrug, not knowing what the acclaimed important news was. We stand up from our seats and swiftly walk to the stage where the owner, Mr. Damocles, stands next to two men. He clears his throat and addresses the crowd, "There have been rumors that I plan on retiring from the theatre, and I regret to say that those rumors are true" The murmur that rushed through the crowd was quickly hushed at he continued. "I will be handing off the keys to these two men, Monsieur Couffaine and his son Luka. I wish the best for all of you, and farewell." He shakes the new owners hands and walks off with tears in his eyes.

Chloe promptly gathered her extravagant dress into her hands an addressed them with a curtsy while most others cleared the stage. Alya, Nino, and I stayed to watch Chloe's kind performance. She held out her hand expectantly and Monsieur Couffaine quickly kisses it and gives it back to her.

"It is a pleasure to meet the famous Chloe Bourgeois," he says with a smile. I take in his looks and smile. His hair is gray and thinning and his smile is calm and kind, a perfect dad look. As he converses with Chloe, I look to his son. Luka has black hair that seems to have blue tints at the ends. His eyes match his suit color and shine a striking blue and I get entranced. I don't notice I'm staring until he meets my gaze and I instinctively freeze. He raises an eyebrow and his lips pull up into a smirk as he refuses to look away. It becomes a silent staring contest, with him winning. Im frozen in my spot with my cheeks burning with a red blush while he stands calm and collected in his spot.

"Marinette? Earth to Marinette," Alya nudges me with her elbow.

"Huh?"

"What are you doing?"

Alya traces my gaze and chuckles when she spots who I'm furiously blushing at. She pats me on the shoulder and whispers, "Good luck," before grabbing Nino's hand and walking off. Leaving me to fend for myself. Being my stubborn self, I stay put and continue the small contest between us. It isn't long after Alya leaves that Chloe begins pulling Monsieur Couffaine offstage. He speaks to Luka, and words were shared before the monsieur is forced to leave. Luke, however surprising, continues to stand with a smirk.

After a small while, he approaches me. It takes me by surprise and I instinctively take a small step back and my cheeks blush a brighter red. Once he gets close enough, he stops and continues to eyes me down. Clumsily, I drop down into a curtsey.

"M-M-Monsieur, pleasure it is; I mean! It's a pleasure to meet you."

With a small chuckle and slight bow, he replies. "The pleasure, madam, is all mine."

"Congratulations on owning the Opera House, I do hope you take care of it."

"Well, my father is the true owner. I am here to merely assist." He smiles. "May I ask your name madam?"

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

"Beautiful name for a beautiful host." He smirks as I blush. "What is your role in the theatre?"

"I merely dance and help with costumes, sir. Nothing special."

"I do hope to see you on stage during your next performance."

"I do hope to see you in the audience, mons-"

I was cut off by Chloe's loud laugh as she directed the older Monsieur Couffaine back onto the stage.

"Thank you Miss Bourgeois. Allow me to formally introduce my son," he motions to Luka, "Luka come here please."

Luka looks to me and rolls his eyes, then gives a smile and winks. He walks back over to his father and I walk back to my soon as my door closes I slide to the floor and start to giggle. "He called me beautiful."

"And have my compliments not been enough?"

I freeze. The familiar voice, smooth and angelic that seemed to surround me every time I heard it. "Angel of Music," I breathe.

"This new boy shall not interfere with our lessons, correct?"

"Of course." I stand and look around, however, there is no one to been seen as always.

My father had promised me an Angel of Music before he had died, and here, in the Opera House, I had found mine. He came to me one night while I was singing to myself as I practiced a dance, and has always been with me since. He teaches me how to sing to the best of my ability.

"Now," said my Angel, "Let the lesson begin."

By eight the next morning, I was with my other dancers waiting for Miss Bustier to start rehearsal. Both of the new owners, including Luka, were waiting as well, wanting to see what Mr. Damocles had spoken so highly of. Miss Bustier arrived and we began our dances.

Within the first hour all of us were sweating and growing tired, and were saved when Chloe arrived in a fit of anger.

"What the hell is this?" she screamed. Monsieur Couffaine rushed to the stage and began to question her outburst. "This costume?! It is absolutely horrid! If I am to wear this, I will not be singing!"

"Bu-But Miss Bourgeois!" exclaimed the head designer. "The performance is tomorrow night! We cannot make a dress in that amount of time! We don't have the-"

"My father is going to hear about this!" she interrupted. "He is not going to be pleased!"

"My dear Chloe," Monsieur Couffaine calmly explained. "The audience will not care what dress you wear, for they are only here to listen to your magnificent voice." Chloe smiled at this. "My dear, would you please sing us an excerpt of your main piece?"

"Well. I suppose I could forgive you for this monstrosity and keep my role. Fine! I'll sing for you. If you insist." Chloe then began her solo piece from the musical. Even though I didn't care for her, her voice had high range and was considered a powerhouse. However, she forced her vibrato to the point where her tone always seemed sharp to a good musicians ears. I had never noticed until my Angel had taught me to listen closer. She was nearing the end of the piece when a background prop, strung across a baton high into the ceiling, fell out of no where. People scattered, however, Chloe being strung up in her large dress, couldn't move fast enough, and the heavy fabric pushed her to the ground.

"The Phantom! He is here!" yelled Rose.

"The Opera Ghost?" exclaimed another dancer.

However unharmed, Chloe began to screech. "No no no NO! I will NOT tolerate this!"

"Miss Bourgeois! Are you harmed?" panicked the older owner. "What is the meaning of this? Who did this?"

"It wasn't me sir!" yelled a stage hand from up above. "I wasn't even at my post! Trust me when I say there isn't anyone up there."

"Oh but there is," replied another. "Its the Phantom of the Opera!"

"Stop talking nonsense. These things do happen," growled Luka. "Chloe, are you alright?"

"Im fine just get this garbage off of me! The dress as well as this thing!"

The stage crewmen rushed to the stage to free her and help her up. As soon as she was standing, she stormed off the stage yelling, "For all four years I've sung here 'these things do happen'! Let me make this clear! While these things do happen, this thing," she points to herself, "does not happen!"

Miss Mendeliev, the main manager, comes onto stage holding a black envelope. "Monsieurs, I have a letter from the Opera Ghost."

"My god you all are obsessed!" exclaims the older man as he opens the envelope. He reads what's inside and tears it up. "His monthly salary? Box 5 open? I think not! Whoever this is must be fooling themselves if they think I'll stand for this!"

"My good man, Mr. Damocles followed all his instructions very carefully, bad things happen when you don't. I suggest you do the same."

"Well whatever the case, we will have to cancel the performance considering we have no lead!"

"What? She really isn't coming back?" Luka questioned.

"I would like you to think about that question and keep in mind what just happened, my son."

"What are we to do? Is there an understudy? There must be an understudy!"

"There is no understudy Monsieurs," replied Miss Mendeliev cooly. "However, Marinette knows the part well. She has a great teacher."

"Who is this teacher?" Luka questions.

"I do not know his name," I reply in almost a whisper.

Miss Mendeliev pulls me to the front of the stage. "Go on Marinette, show them you can take the role."

I nod slowly and clear my throat. My Angel told me my time would come one day, however this seemed too soon. I decided to focus on the lyrics that he had taught me and my breathing. I began the piece and the stage goes silent. I push away my fears and remember all the lessons I've learned: keep my posture straight, open my mouth wide, don't let the sound spread, control the pitch and tone, and don't force anything. He had told me my most natural voice was the most beautiful, and I tried to take it to heart.

When I ended with the rolling notes and began to sing the low to high skips, I see Luka stare wide eyed at me. I look straight to keep myself from failing now and end the song with a natural vibrato and fade the note out. Everyone began to clap and it startled me. I looked around and people were smiling, something not seen with Chloe, and they were whistling for me.

By now, my face is bright red and I look to Monsieur Couffaine who is clapping along with everyone else.

"We have found our lead!" he exclaims loudly, earning another round of applause.