Prolog. Narrator speaks.
Her name was Christine Daeé. She had blond hair and blue eyes like the sun and sky. When she was seven years old, her mother died, a few years later her father.
Before he passed away, her father told Christine that he would send her an angel from heaven. An angel of music.
Christine went to live with her Aunt Giry and her redheaded cousin Meg.
Madam Giry was a box keeper at the Palais Garnier, and around the time Christine came, she started needing to spend more and more time at work, and when she couldn't find anyone to take any one to watch over them, she would bring Meg and Christine to work with her. It was one of these times that Christine's life was changed forever.
It was October ninth, Giry had stayed late to clean up a few opera boxes, and Christen, now sixteen, had wandered up on stage, and pretending she was in front of an entire house of people, and sang an old lullaby she remembered from when she was young.
She sounded almost like a group of angels, and her voice echoed through the building, and all through the dark catacombs underneath.
When she finished, singing, she curtsied and was about to run off stage, but was stopped by an unearthly voice.
"You sing almost perfect." The voice said. "Only a few mistakes about your pitch."
"Thanks, I never really had lessons." Christine said and looked around for the man who was speaking to her. "Where are you? Who are you?"
"I am everywhere and yet nowhere at all. I am the echo in this room, and the owner of it as well."
"Are you the Angel of Music my father promised to send to me?"
"If I am, will you let me teach you to sing like an angel?"
"Yes."
"Then I am The Angel of Music."
And so the story begins.