This story and its sequel is inspired by the 2004 movie: The Phantom of the Opera, with a Duckula twist.
Some notes:
Christine: A beautiful blonde nightingale who can't sing to save her life. That's why she's never the main star, Erik _;
Growl: Handsome lion that was Christine's childhood friend, now sweetheart. Raoul and Growl XD
I have a funny feeling people will despise me when they read this story's sequel; since it reflects my thoughts on the Phantom/ Christine/ Raoul love triangle.
Oh my, only two sentence that have dialogue?
The neck-breaking speed of this story was inspired by the 2004 movie of the Phantom. Man, I still have whiplash...
Characters (c) Cosgrove Hall Original Christine & Raoul (c) Gaston Leroux Story, my version of Christine & Growl (c) to me, Steffie
Enjoy
My Angel of Music
A thin, dark shadow quietly sneaked into the opera house, making sure Madame Giry wouldn't notice him as she gave words of encouragement to one of the performers. The shadow then took his usual spot; the one that was always reserved for the Opera Ghost.
The moment the lights were dimmed as the red curtain was pulled up, Erik felt his heart thump loudly in his rib cage as the lights were brightened; hoping that they have finally realized her talent. Rage filled his entire being when he noticed that no; she was playing her usual, tiny role. That role had only one sentence. How dare they?! She deserves to be in the main role, not that plump hen!
Despite his disappointment, The Phantom watched the entire show. He was so focused on watching Christine's every single movement that he didn't even hear his faithful servant Cruel approach him from behind. The budgie inwardly groaned as he read his master's body language. Foolishly head over heels in love over a stupid blonde nightingale that was already dating a lion named Growl. Why couldn't he fall in love with someone that wasn't taken; and why were all the women his master fell in love named Christine?
The moment they show was over, the Phantom and Cruel both went back to their usual hideout. The budgie felt quite annoyed when he discovered that his master was staring at a certain mirror in his bedroom; a mirror that allowed him to peek into Christine's bedroom without that girl even noticing him; and would even allow him to somehow enter into the room. Cruel's amazed that his master never tried doing just that.
At that moment, Erik's hands were balled into tight fists as Growl was talking Christine. "That does it!" Erik snarled and leaped through the mirror. He grabbed Christine and carried her bridal-style as he jumped through the mirror back to his hideout. Growl was as white as a sheet. One couldn't blame him though; The Phantom did give off the impression that he is his namesake.
The Phantom quickly gave the fear-struck Christine a beautiful wedding dress that he had made for her a few weeks ago. After the girl got dressed into the dress, she approached the tall flamingo with fear in her eyes. Erik, however, hasn't noticed. Cruel took the role of the priest as Erik took Christine's hand and placed a gorgeous wedding ring on her finger.
Before Cruel could even matter anything, the snarling Growl suddenly barged in and pounced the flamingo.
"Unhand her, you beast!"
To Be Continued in Christine's Choice