Under His Wing

by phangirlphorever

Erik is a deformed musical genius who grew up in France and escaped to America with the help of Madame Giry. This is where he opened his theme park, Phantasma. Struggling to finish composing his opera, he fears nothing will happen. This is unil Christine shows up with love, inspiration, and a plot-driving backstory.

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1:

Erik's POV:

I sat at my piano composing. I stood up and threw the music across the room, frustrated. I couldn't finish the music. I couldn't find something to inspire it. I usually could rely on The Music of the Night, but this time I couldn't. I decided to take a walk around Phantasma in the shadows. I stood on the high balcony in the theatre watching the rehearsal. Madame Giry's daughter, Meg, was the lead dancer. Many years ago, when I was eighteen, Madame Giry discovered me and my talent.

She helped me escape France and my hardships. We came here to America, and I opened Phantasma on Coney Island. Soon after, Madame Giry fell in love with a man. After he discovered she was pregnant, he abandoned her. I remember the rage I felt when she told me what he did to her. How could anyone ever dare to hurt the woman I call a mother and the unborn child I call a sister? I can't remember any further. It's not that I can't, but that I won't. For my sake.

Meg is now 18 years old. I am 38. I was always a musical genius from my birth. I wrote classical pieces, and I love opera! It's just so beautiful! When I was a child, I used to sneak inside the Paris Opera House and watch from Box Five. That's how I met Madame Giry. She was the attendant of Box Five. I couldn't do anything without my family. That is, except compose that blasted song!

I always wrote Vaudeville for the crowds at Phantasma, but it's opera when I'm at my best. I will probably never find anyone to be able to sing it perfectly. I always knew to accept this fact. Just like to accept the fact that I'll never fall in love. Someone as hideous as I can't fall in love or get married. I knew this to be true, but on the very same day that all changed.

The door slammed open and a gust of autumn air blew inside. The door slammed back shut. The piano stopped and everybody already had their eyes glued to the entrance. "Hello?" I heard a beautifully entrancing voice saying. I looked over the ledge to see a girl about 20 years old walk down the aisle slowly. She had long, chocolate curls and big, blue eyes.

I couldn't help but stare as well. She was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. She walked swiftly to the stage with grace and up to Madame Giry. "I've come here for a job…"