Chapter 1
"Hurry up, Siobhan!" I yelled as our sandals pounded against the cobblestone streets. "I'm coming! Luela, I swear to God if my clothes get dirty, I'll kill you! I have a date with Ethan tonight, don't forget!" She yelled back. Siobhan's father owned a house in Paris and this winter vacation; she invited me and her boyfriend, Ethan, to come with her. Now, we were racing down the street to the Opera Populaire. "Siobhan please just hurry! It's our last chance!" I wailed. The Opera was going to be taken down tomorrow because, first, it had been cleaned out of all its treasures and, secondly, because of the O.G. incident in 1890.
Eventually, we reached the Opera. We pulled at the door handles which, surprisingly, were unlocked. Siobhan squealed like a chipmunk on helium or something like that. "Oh my god! We're actually in the Phantom's opera!" She squeaked. We stole a glance at each other than bolted to the stage! I struck pose and began singing "Don Juan Triumphant". "Past the point of no return!" I sang. Siobhan ran to one of the dusty yet still royally red velvet curtains and wrapped it around herself. She batted her eyelashes and dramatically twirled out of her enclosure. As Siobhan did cartwheels across the stage, something caught my eye. It was a single red rose with a purple ribbon wrapped around it. Seeing it as just a rose, I ignored it. But it was like it was calling me, saying "Come to me, I'm yours". "Siobhan, look" I said and pointed at the flower. She walked over and a smile broke across her face. "Pick it up" She said. "I want to see what happens". So I did. We both looked around frantically, as if waiting for the Phantom himself to appear. "Huh" I shrugged. "Nothing happened- WHAT THE!?" I shrieked as an enormous gust of wind nearly knocked me off my feet. Suddenly, a song we both knew very well blasted at us. It was the Phantom of the Opera's theme song! Then the impossible happened. A chandelier came out of NOWHERE and started floating to the ceiling. Yes you heard me correctly. A FLOATING CHANDELIER! "What's happening!?" Siobhan shrieked. The music died down and the wind disappeared. "Well I'll be a toilet full of you-know-what! That was crazy!" I shrieked! I opened my eyes and I was met with a blast of light. The opera was lit and… in use?! Yes, people were bustling around like they had no idea the opera was going to be destroyed tomorrow. I turned around to see Siobhan talking with a young and tall boy. I recognized him immediately. "Ethan?! I yelled. "What are you doing here?!" Ethan greeted me with warm eyes. "Luela! Pleasure to see you again, mademoiselle! I just dropped by to wish my Siobhan good luck at the Opera show tonight!" He responded. I was completely flabbergasted. Since when had Ethan acted like such gentleman? He had never shown much liking towards me. And since when was Siobhan in an opera tonight? Siobhan must've sensed my confusion because she pulled me aside and started talking to me in a low voice. "Listen Luela" She started. "I've figured it out. When you picked up the rose, music started playing and a chandelier started FLOATING. It's crazy but… I think we're back in 1890!" I stared at her as all that information began to sink in. "You mean…" I sputtered. "You mean… we're in…" She nodded happily. "Yes Luela. Welcome to the Phantom of the Opera!"