THE BEST MODERN VERSION OF PHANTOM OF THE OPERA TO EVER EXIST.
Once upon a time, a young girl named Christine Daae was rehearsing for the high school play. She was sixteen years old, and just not good enough to get a lead role. But she was happy being chorus.
She knew, she could get a lead. She would be greater than miss Carlotta, the girl who'd gotten the lead since her freshman year! She'd been practicing her singing, after all.
Backstage, alone, she would sing. And there would be some voice telling her to open her mouth wider, sing from the diaphragm.
One day, she decided to question the voices. "Who are you? Am I fucking insane?"
A man stepped out of the shadows. He was much older than her, and his face was that of a skull. The skin was paper-thin, the nose was missing.
Christine screamed. "Omigod get away from me you perv!"
"Erik is not a pervert!" the man cried.
Christine ran away from the crazy perverted old stalker. She fell in love with the hot jock with the great hair, Raoul.
The end.
(I don't own Phantom of the Opera. This is a parody not intented to make fun of any specific story.)