Forgive me all.
But i have given into temptation.
I am writing a Modern Day Phantom of the Opera Phan Phiction. Cringe
but I will do it.
Because i like to.
Okay here we go,
background info so we don't ha to start with a cheesy beginning
Characters not in the Kay or Leroux Books.
Amanda: A eighteen year old girl Brown hair, Brown eyes, and has been playing the violin for what seems like forever. She has done some Composing. And also is skilled in Piano and Drawing. She is sweet, adventurous, non judgmental and has an awesome voice. She has taken French since her freshmen year and has a French bloodline
Lauren: A blunt seventeen year old girl who hasn't' seen Amanda since the her mom died. She has no vocal talent, But she does play the fiddle. She is bouncy and will try anything do anything. She is a book worm. And somewhat of a loner. Took three years in French and two in gymnastics,
BACKGROUND:
Amanda and Lauren decided a long time ago that if they ever grew distant they would meet in Paris France in box five at midnight May eighteenth. The day after Lauren graduated high school.
Okay this story will begin with Lauren stepping off the plane into Paris France
Lauren Breathed in the fresh air... okay dirty jet air. But still
"the air of freedom." she sighed.
She Hailed a taxi and climbed inside.
she stuffed the baggage beside her and they began to drive.
"Où à ? " (where to?)
"La maison d'opéra de paris" (the paris opera house.)
He nodded and drove off Before she got out He asked
"D'où vous sont ? L'Amérique ? " (where you from? America?)
She nodded.
"Yeah."
He sighed and gave her a glare. She didn't give him a tip.
She looked up at the monster of beauty before her known to the world as the Paris opera house.
She sighed with bliss and walked in.
Lauren had suddied every angle and corridor of the Opera house since she was thirteen. She knew every Camera. Every crack, every crevice. She walked to the managers office and stepped in with out knocking.
"Hello?" she said loudly.
The man behind the desk waved her to shut up. He was on the Phone.
"Yes my dear" he said when he finished With his accented English
"Hello my good sir!" she said letting her acting take over.
"I am a architect from the University of North Texas!"
"annnd?"
"Oh forgive me sir! Did they not mention my coming?"
"aparrently not."
"oh then Let me introduce myself! My name Is Lauren. I am here to research this magnificent establishment. For my recent science paper I am writing for the Governor!"
"oh! Really!" The man said thrilled.
"Oh yes Sir! This paper is going to be published in three science magazines. Including National Geographic, and four major newspapers! And a copy goes straight to the governor!"
"Oh. Oh my." he said, flustered
"But your so young"
"Oh never let the wonders of American plastic surgery fool you my good man. I am thirty five!"
"Oh! You Americans." he said with a Laugh.
"yes sir!"
"Also what would the Governor be wanting with this paper?"
"we Americans, as you say. Are trying to rebuild Louisiana to her former glory. After the hurricane a few years ago."
"Still?"
"Yes sir! And we are funding this project. But the Good people of Louisiana want some of their native architecture in there new cities. So they sent me sir. To observe, to draw, and to note. They where supposed to contact you. Buuut you know how it goes.." She smiled her white teeth and looked at him with a shy smile. That smile melted his foolish heart.
"Oh yes! Of course my dear! What ever you need! Just ask!"
"oh good!" She said with a grin
"and i would also like to include your name in Mr.-?"
"Julez"
"Mr Julez" she said smiling 'writing' it down in her notebook.
"One more favor." She asked
"Oh yes!" he said.
"May I please Have permission to walk about the establishment unaccompanied?"
"oh.. um, well i suppose so." He said.
"Thank you so much Mr.Julez. The People of Texas thank you." He blushed And waved her off.
She walked out of the office with a smug on her face.
The only reason it worked of course was that Mr. Julez thought that all American women where sluts.
And the Black skin tight shirt that Lauren was wearing wasn't helping. She took off her hat as soon as the office door was shut and let her curly blue hair fall down her back. She then took off her coat that helped hide the hair and dashed to box five.
It was 7:13
When Lauren made it to box five she set about finding the hinge in the pillar to the far right and front. That Leroux himself had found. With that done she set down her bag and slung her fiddle case from her shoulder. And set the fiddle to her chin.
She let the music flow from her, like soft water. Letting it fill the empty box. Letting it sooth her soul letting it make it happy. A small jig escaped her fingers and danced across the bow. She let it carry on as it pleased for almost an hour. But after that she stopped and looked out on the stage. Rehearsals had begun.
She watched the Dancers envying their talent. She had no grace. Never had never will.
Rehearsals ended at almost eleven. Lauren yawned she had forgotten how boring that was. She hadn't sat in the house of a theater since... forever. She let her mind wander. She went to her "happy place" where someone was always holding her. But she was ripped from that place when footsteps rang though the hallway towards her box.
She dashed up and stuffed her stuff under the seat and nearly flew into the pillar, barely stopping herself from slamming the door shut.
A small thin figure entered the box and sat on a chair. The figure began to hum. The high voice stuck a memory in Lauren she flew out of the box and into the arms of the singer.
"AMANDA!" she shrieked.