AN: This is my first modern day! It does have mentions of real people, that I am fans of. It also has real places in it too which I do not own. This takes place in NY because I live there and know a lot about it! Much more that any other state... This is just a short chapter to get the story started... An exposition !
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Disclaimer: I do not own The Phantom of the Opera or any of the real people whose names I mentioned!

Chapter 1
The lights were blinding as the rest of the chorus and I ran out to take our bows. The applause was low , but polite, for we were not any of the main people. After a few people came we all turned and split in half to make way for Santino. The applause was loud and the audience even gave him a standing ovation. He deserved as he has a lovely voice and was so sweet to the rest of us. The crowd went wild when Laura came out and she smiled broadly. The curtains closed and all of us took a breath.

"Great job guys," Laura said sadly. It was her last show and we were all upset to see her and Santino leave. They each hugged everyone of us saying nice words. Laura got to me and smiled kindly.

" You have a beautiful voice, Christine, I know you will have a leading role one day, " Laura said to me.

"Thank you Laura," I said before going to the chorus dressing room to get ready to meet my best friend Meg Giry.
I had texted her a few minutes before telling her to meet me at Broadway Dance Center, we were both big fans of ballet, having taken classes from her mother since we were six, and they offered drop in classes you could take that day.
I gathered my things in the surprisingly empty room and brushed my unruly hair into a bun. The brush fell from my fingers when I heard a strange voice. It was smooth and silky with a rough undertone. I ignored it and blotted my face, it was too sweaty. I assumed I was hearing things due to my tiredness and went to open the door.

" Ah, my dear, you choose to ignore me," the voice said again.
I grasped the door handle and pulled it. It wouldn't open! Feeling threatened I went to look for any weapon that I could find and ending up grabbing the hair brush. I slowly turned in a circle looking for the source of the ominous voice. It seemed to be coming from all around and it wrapped around me like an unwelcome hug.

"So feisty," the voice said. I shivered it sounded even closer this time. I closed my eyes for a few moments to gather my courage.

" Who are you," I asked, such a simple statement yet it took me minutes to be brave enough say it.

" My dear, this isn't about who I am, it is about who you could be, " the voice said laughing a little. This confused me. Who I could be ? What does he , I guess, mean ? It wouldn't hurt to ask...

"What do you mean, " I asked confused.

" Imagine the lights shining on you as you sing your solo, your name one people will remember , tourists coming from all over just to see you. I could help you become a star, my dear. I can do many things just for you," the voice said, raising in anticipation. I liked the sound of that. Christine Daae, a Broadway diva, leading lady on the stage. The crowd giving me a standing ovation and loud applause as they did for Laura. Crowds coming from from different countries intending to see me. Suitors standing at my big dressing roommate begging to see me! This was the life I had always wanted. I wonder how the voice knew that .

" What am I to do," I asked the voice smiling broadly.

" Come to this address every day and I will make you a star, " the voice said just as a piece of paper fluttered down to the floor.
I picked up the post it and opened it. 417 Park Avenue. Park Avenue ! Who was this person and how could they afford to live on Park Ave. I could hardly afford the small apartment Meg and I shared. I entered the address on my phone and set a reminder. I then stuffed the note in my jean pocket. It was getting late. Meg is most likely freaking out.

" That sounds great," I said, " and what should I call you ? "

"You may call me Erik."