AN: I am back with a Phantom story. The character is based off of me since I live in NY but I do not think I am ugly. Emilie's looks are exactly mine and my name is Emily. Since it is my spring break I will not post much. I hope to post every week..
Disclaimer: Me: Why must you make me say I do not own POTO!
Gaston Leroux, Andrew Lloyd Webber, and many more: because IT BELONGS TO US
Me: not for long *evil laugh* but for now I do not own any characters besides my OC.
Got Phantom?
I put my volume on blast, listening to the glorious Broadway soundtrack of Phantom of the Opera. The sound of Erik's mournful signing in the All I Ask of You Reprise, almost brought me to tears. I really do wish Christine would have chosen Erik, I feel extreme pity and compassion towards him. My parents do not understand my obsession with POTO. I will call myself a "Phan"; I have read the books, saw the Broadway play and movie a thousand times. I also have seen a recording of Love Never Dies; though it is not worthy to be a sequel to Phantom it is truly remarkable as a standalone play.' Little Lotte let her mind wander…'I thought of the line from the movie and book, wow that really does relate to me. I find my mind wandering all the time with my Erik daydreams. I clicked on my iPhone 4s's home button and moved to the internet. I signed into my account,phantomsangel49, and read the EC fan fictions. I chuckled as some of the described Erik as having a soft side. 'Sure, the Opera Ghost has a soft side' I think to myself sarcastically. I cannot imagine that. Moving on to the music again I skipped the song Don Juan, it is really not my favorite song and I prefer Point of No Return better. I allowed myself a moment to lay my head down on the express bus chair before starting to lip sing Christine's lines. Instead I imagine myself in her place, with the infamous Opera Ghost singing to me. Instead of pulling off his mask to reveal his deformed face, I accept his proposal and kiss him. Ha, I wish. Apparently I have a very creative or so I have been told. Looking myself in my iPhone camera I come to the conclusion that I a lot uglier than the beautiful Prima Donna Christine Daee. My looks are far by less innocent, less angelic. My sea green eyes are not as soft as the movie Christine's brown ones and the book Christine's blue ones. My long reddish blonde hair is wavy and one of my best features. My hair is one of the only things I am proud of. Erik would not sing for me or love me. The voice I possess is almost as good as Christine's I am proud to say. I have been working on improving my voice like that for 3 years. I wish something would happen to me like in those Erik/OC fan fictions. "Last stop, 57th street" the bus driver says. I groaned. I missed my stop, dang Phantom addiction. As I walked through the empty bus and down the steps, I only thought of one thing. "Where am I?"
I expected to see familiar cement sidewalks but was instead greeted by the sight of beautiful cobblestone. Looking behind me I see the large express bus turned into a gorgeous horse drawn carriage. "Okay, what is going on" I say aloud, meaning only to think it. A well-dressed man steps up to me ,looking to be concerned by my actions. "Êtes-vous d'accord madame(Are you okay,madam)?" he says in perfect French. 'Is this a joke' I think to myself. I recall the lessons I had in French class. Good thing I chose French and not Spanish. For some reason I have a rather odd feeling that I am in Paris in the past. I try to tell him I speak English and ask for the year. "Je vais bien. Quelle est l'année. Je parle l'anglais ni le français(I am fine. What year is it? I speak English not French.)" I tell him. He looks at me rather oddly before replying," C'est bon, je suis désolé mais je ne parle pas français. Il est 1881(That is good. I am sorry I only speak French. It is 1881)". He turns to leave and I thank him. The man kisses my hand a gives me a little bow before walking away. 1881 the year Phantom of the Opera takes place!
I begin to walk soon finding myself in front of the grand and ornate Paris Opera House. Walking to the door, I sneak in and find myself in the ballet dormitories. "Emilie Girad, where have you been?" Madame Giry asks sternly. Woah, she is stricter in person. "I went to the market" I reply in English, since Madame Giry is also speaking English. "Your Angel of Music has been waiting for you, he is not pleased by your sudden disappearance" Madame Giry says. Angel of Music, Christine had the Angel of Music, my angel? Wait, what is going on here!
AN: This all just came to me…. My hands were literally typing this before I even thought of it. I might update sooner like tonight sooner, but right now I have to do homework soo….. Erik will sing to all my reviewers. * Begs Erik to sing and he finally agrees after a long while of me begging* if you review he will sing to you Music of the Night, who wouldn't want that?. Criticism is always accepted.