The wind and rain beat down against her window of her theater dorm. Paris was silent in the streets below. She sang softly and nodded as her roommate announced her retirement to bed. The clock read midnight. She stretched and thought to herself that maybe she should get to bed too.

This girl's name is Cicely. She's 16, average, and teen like, just as you'd expect. Her hair is wavy and brown and her eyes are misty green. She hummed as she changed to get ready for bed.

Her room was dark and dreary. Mostly because it was nighttime and her light was off. She couldn't help but think she was being watched. She shook such thoughts from her head and flopped onto her bed. Just as she was about to drift off to sleep and booming voice shook her insides:

"Wandering child, so lost, so helpless. Yearning for my guidance!"

Cicely sat straight up in bed. There was an eerie silence. "I'm just hearing things…" she mumbled trying to convince herself. "I have been watching too many movies…" As she lay back down to try and get some sleep the voice came again:

"I am your Angel of Music! Come to me Angel of Music!"

This time Cicely jumped out of bed and turned on her light. Looking around, she appeared to be alone. She was sure that there was no one in the room. "Angel?" the voice called out. Cicely jumped, "Who is there? Who are you?" At first there was only silence and then the voice answered, "Why Cicely, I am your Angel. As you are mine." That last comment freaked her out a bit.

The voice was deep and beautiful, some what hypnotizing. Cicely was spellbound by it, but still afraid. "Where are you, Angel?" she asked, excitement filling her stomach. She turned to find and small crack in her wall that she never noticed before. It moved open and a hand stretched out for hers. Just a hand stuck out, the arm extending into the dark passage way. Cicely hesitates at first, but takes the stranger's hand and walks into the darkness-in pajama pants.

Her eyes weren't completely adjusted to the darkness and could only see the strange man's hand that held hers. His face was in shadow, as was the rest of him. Organ music came from somewhere and she saw his head turn slightly, "You know this song?" he asked. Cicely nodded. She had suddenly lost all grasp on logic and control over her mind.

Then she started to sing. A song that was vaguely familiar to her:

"In sleep he 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 had no idea why she had known the words and why she said 'opera'. They were not in an opera; they were in a dorm building. But again, she had lost all grasp of logic and control of thoughts.

Candle light came into view and the stranger turned to where Cicely could see him as they walked. He had dark hair and blue-green eyes. He was dressed in all black, a cloak and all this old fashioned clothing. A mask covered the right half of his face. Though Cicely had lost all control of thought she couldn't help but think: Why was this man wearing a mask?

"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 here- inside your mind."

Inside her mind indeed; they made their way to a boat. He took her hand and helped her inside. As the boat moved, the song continued:

"Those who have seen your face, draw back in fear… I am the mask you where…"

"It's me they hear…" the man cut in.

"Your/My spirit and your/my voice, in one combined. The Phantom of the Opera is there/here-inside my/your mind" they sang in unison.

The organ music continued to play furiously. "Sing my Angel of Music!" the stranger commanded rather than asked. Cicely sang, as her voice got higher her singing got more extravagant. She ended as the boat hit land. She looked up to see a magnificent lair surrounded by many candelabras. A pipe organ stood at the top of the hill of this man's underground home. Curtains for walls were hanging, covering hidden rooms full of unknown treasures.

The stranger jumped out of the boat, flipping his cloak off to the side. He looked as her expectantly. He seemed to be waiting for something. But then he started to sing again, about his music. Cicely sat in the boat and stared in wonder at this man and his beautiful voice. It made her soul float and her spine tingle. (If her mind had been at all together she would have been questioning how she miraculously ended up in a dress.)

"Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination. Silently the senses abandon their defenses." the stranger started. He paused for a moment. Then leaned toward the boat and took Cicely's hand helping her up.

He continued to sing as he led her up and through the lair:

"Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor… Grasp it, sense it- tremulous and tender…"

Cicely looked around amazed at the sight. "Turn your face away from the garish light of day," he sang moving his fingers to her chin and gently turning her face back towards him. " Turn your thoughts away from cold unfeeling light- and listen to the music of the night…" His voice rose louder as his emotions took flight.

"Close you eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams! Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before! Close you eyes, let you spirit start to soar!" Cicely's eyes were closed and believe it or not she felt as if for the first time her soul was soaring.

"And you'll live as you've never lived before…" The stranger took her hand once more and pulled her closer as he continued singing:

"Softly, deftly music shall caress you. Hear it, feel it secretly possess you…

Open up your mind, let you fantasies unwind, in this darkness which you know you cannot fight- The darkness of the music of the night…"

Cicely's eyes followed him as he walked through his lair speaking, singing of such beautiful unimaginable things.

"Let your mind start a journey through a strange, new world! Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before! Let your soul take you where you long to be!"

He came close again. So close it made Cicely nervous. He could see her shaking and there was this love and comfort in his eyes.

"Only then can you belong to me…." His eyes got sad again.

He turned her around so that her back was to him. He pulled her close.

"Floating, falling sweet intoxication! Touch me, trust me savor each sensation!" As he sang he moved his gentle hands up and down her body making her shake more. Even though she was shaking she couldn't help but feel comfortable.

"Let the dream begin, let you darker side give in to the power of the music that I write- the power of the music of the night…"

He led her over to a wax figure…that looked like her. Cicely fainted from shock but she could still hear the masked man as he finished his song.

"You alone can make my song take flight- Help me make the music of the night…"

It was then that Cicely was awoken by her alarm clock. She sat up in bed so suddenly she almost fell off the bed completely. Her breath was unsteady and her roommate looked at her in confusion, "You alright?"

Cicely's bottom lip quivered, "I don't know"