This idea came from watching Anastasia, strangely enough. As she's twirling on the dance floor, singing about her past, it made me think how interesting it would be to be guided back into the past and see certain events through another's eyes. And of course, if you had to be guided back in time, then where else would you go besides to visit the Phantom, himself? Hehe! Hope you enjoy the chapter. Sadly, I do not own these characters. But on fanfiction, I can pretend mwahaha! Please review to tell me how you find the first chapter! It will give me lots of inspiration and if you're lucky, you might even get a gold star! ;)

"OH MY GOD, I CAN'T BELIEVE WE'RE ACTUALLY HERE!" I squealed, jumping on the spot. I ignored the looks I was being given. My Mum rolled her eyes as we began to cross a road to the middle. I gaped at the grand building in front, trying to take in the beauty as I reached for my camera to take a picture.

"Charlotte!"

My Mum grabbed me, pulling me from the middle of the road. Cars passed, sounding their horn and making aggravated gestures. I turned back, feeling my cheeks flare with color. "Sorry, I was just…staring."

She huffed. "More like you was in your own little world again."

I shrugged. She had a point. I often zoned out. I'd been imagining what it must have been like to perform here. It was the most famous Opera house in the world: the Palais Garnier.

It was a beautiful day too. The sun reflected my brilliant mood, shining above the rooftops. It was my birthday too.

We finally crossed the road and I headed up the outside staircase, trying to be careful. I ran for the entrance, taking a last look around the building. Every carving and sculpture was designed to perfection, making the building look so much more impressive.

"Oh wow, it's beautiful!" I gasped as I entered the building.

Inside were two marble staircases on each side of the room, a small archway with a sculpture of an angel in the middle. I took to the left, admiring the magnificent ceiling. My fingers clung to the slippery handrail as I almost tripped. It smelt divine in here, a mixture of fresh polish and an old, vintage smell too. As we reached the grand staircase, my breath escaped in a rush. There were golden candelabrums scattered around the staircase, burning with light and held up by a beautiful bronzed sculpture. I tread the staircase whilst glancing around me, trying to implant every detail into my memory. The staircase lead to another on each side, and I eagerly rounded the left.

"Char, wait up!" My Mum called.

I giggled excitedly, pausing to wait, despite wanting to skip quickly, seeing everything there was. We explored the theatre, taking a tour after. It lasted half an hour because of how vast the opera house was. It was incredible though, I could never get bored of a place as beautiful as this.

"To your right, lies the old dressing room. Many sopranos used this room, including the famous Lucienne Bréval." The guide said in front, pointing to a grand oval door to the right. I stopped and stared in fascination, wondering what it would look like from the inside. "I'm afraid it's being used for maintenance work at present, so we won't be able to have a proper look today." He smiled apologetically.

I sighed as we began to move again. I would have loved the opportunity to peek inside. My Mum noticed and squeezed my shoulder, "maybe next time." I nodded as we followed the group.

We headed back to the auditorium after and I paused outside the dressing room. I pursed my lips, wondering if the door was open. It couldn't hurt to take a peek, right? I glanced around me, seeing only my Mum, still climbing the stairs. I slipped between the barriers and moved towards the door.

"Charlotte!"

I giggled, pulling open the door. I peeked, my breathe catching. In the pale light, the room looked mysteriously beautiful. Candles were scattered around the room, creating eerie shadows against the walls. I wondered what work had to be done. From the outside, it looked well kept. I stepped inside, glancing round. My eyes fell to a shadow on the floor, and I blinked, before realizing it was really there.

"Oh my god!" I yelped. The body was sprawled, blood smeared against his torso. It trickled, painting the cream carpet underneath. It took me a second to realize I recognized him. It was the tour guide! His eyes were wide, horrified. I yelped again, pulling my hands over my eyes as I tried to erase the image. I rested one hand on the doorframe, suddenly feeling dizzy. It was like travelling on a carousel, except I was standing still. I tried to move but stumbled backwards. I vaguely heard Mum calling out as blackness enveloped me and I tumbled forwards…