Little Lotte and The Phantom of The Opera

by ThatWeirdGirl183

No, what I love best, Lotte said, is when I'm asleep in my bed, and the Angel of Music sings songs in my head. Christine is a little girl who loves to sing and to be with her beloved father and her best friend, Raoul. But when her Daddy dies she becomes depressed. But will a certain Angel cheer her up? This is the story of Phantom from Christine's POV. Rating subject to change.

1. The Fair

Hello dear readers! This is my third story. I hope you like it!

I am typing this on my iPod, and autocorrect is coming up with really stupid results. I'm not even sure if some of them are real words.

Oh yeah, and I'm not ALW, Leroux, or Kay

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Chapter 1

Hi! My name is Christine Daae! I'm ten years old, and I love performing with my Daddy! I am at a fair now, Daddy says it is right outside Paris! We will perform, which is fun, because the adults love me, and there are other children! I never get to see other children When I am not at the fairs.

"Are you ready, Little Lotte?", asks Daddy. I'm always ready to sing.

"Yes!"

He played his violin fast, while I sang, higher and higher. I loved it. Music is our passion, and I will never stop singing. Ever. Father has been teaching me to sing from a very young age. He said even as a very young child a showed much potential as a musician. Daddy slowed down on his violin to end the song.

We exited the stage and I ran toward the ferris wheel, which Daddy said I could ride on! I saw a boy about my age.

"Hello. What is your name? My name is Christine!"

"My name is Raoul. How are you?"

"I am happy. Thank you!"

"Do you want to ride with me?"

"Yes! Thank you!"

We went on the ferris wheel. When we got off, I introduced him to Daddy.

"This is Raoul, Daddy! I met him on the ferris wheel!"

"Hello Raoul. You're Christine's friend, aren't you?"

"Yes. And you were the violinist, correct?"

"Yes, dear boy, I am."

"Let us go meet my parents, shall we?" asked Raoul

"Of course!"

"Maman, Papa, this is Christine." An older boy and girl were there too.

"Hello, Christine" said the mother. The others just glared at me. I wonder why.

"Do you live in Paris?" I asked Raoul.

"I do. Why?"

"Because Daddy said he got a job in the Paris Opera House orchestra pit! We are moving there!"

"We can see each other!" said Raoul. The older girl groaned.

"I will see you in Paris!" I said, leaving with Raoul to play for the rest of the day.

By the time we had to leave, we were already friends. We were quick to bond, talking and playing games together, like we had known each other for years. It was very hard for our families to separate us.

"Raoul, we have to go!" his brother would yell.

"But, Phillipe, I want to play with Christine! Just a few more minutes?"

"No! Papa said right now!"

"But-" I would quietly protest.

"Christine, it is getting late. We should go." said Daddy. Raoul was still arguing with his brother.

"Raoul, if you don't come right now, I'll tell Papa what really happened to his watch."

"But Phillipe! You promised!"

"Promises can be broken."

"Fine. Goodbye, Christine."

"Goodbye, Raoul."