Belle-Erik, with brown hair and blue eyes

Charles-Christine, with short brown hair and brown eyes

Rachel-Raoul, with blackish-brown hair and brown eyes

Carlos-Charlotta, with black hair and amber eyes. Piangia-Piangi, with red hair and green eyes

Matthew-Meg, blonde hair and blue eyes

(Most of the other original characters are still intact, and do not belong to me. I may change them a bit to fit my story, but they are mostly the same)

Disclaimer:If I owned POTO and all its respective parts, I would probably be the most hated Phan by all the others. So safe to say, and I'm only going to say this once so I don't have to repeat my self, I DO NOT own The Phantom, Erik (boy, I wish I did), or anything else 'sob'

Enjoy, this is my first Phanfic!

Chapter 1

As the music to Hannibal drifted into the rafters, Belle leaned over the ropes to pear down upon the actors rehearsing. Suddenly the music stops and Monsieur LeFevre walks onto the stage guiding two strangers. Those must be the new managers, Belle thought. Well, they better listen to my instructions or it will be their misfortune. Belle cringed as Carlos was introducing himself and his partner, Piangia, to the new managers. That toad, oh how I hate that man. Closing her eyes,she pinched the bridge of her nose and thought, careful not to loosen her half mask as she did so. I'm not to fond of that woman that follows him around, praising his name in his wake. What a witch, not to mention drama queen! She opened her eyes as she saw the managers asking Carlos to sing. No! As he started the first notes, terribly, Belle loosened a backdrop and grinned as it pinned the tenor under its weight. Take that, Toad. Every one screamed.

One of the male dancers looked around. "She's here, the Phantom of the Opera!" Belle stifled a giggle at the new managers, Monsieur Firmin and Monsieur Andre, tried to calm the little Diva down.

"Senora, these things do happen!"

"For the past three years these things appened, to me and to Carlos! And did you stop them from appening," she asked as Piangia pointed at Monsieur LeFevre, "No! And you two, you're as bad as im," she pointed at the new managers. "'These things do appen' Mah, no! So until you stop these things from appening, these things don't appen!" She pointed to herself and Carlos. "Bye-bye!" The Diva, the Toad, and their assistants filed out the door. All the cast, along with the managers, Madame Giry, and Monsieur Reyes, watched as they all left.

Monsieur LeFevre turned to the other managers. "Gentlemen, good luck. If you need me, I shall be in Australia!" And he departed.

Monsieur Andre looking nervously at Monsieur Reyes. "El Carlos and La Piangia, they will be back, won't they?" Monsieur Reyes shrugged and held up his handkerchief.

"You think so, Monsieur. I have a note, from the Opera Ghost."Madame Giry was holding a parchment envelope with a skull wax seal.

" Oh God in heaven, you're all obsessed!" Monsieur Firmin said exasperated.

"She merely welcomes you to her opera house-"

Monsieur Firmin gasps. "Her opera house?"

"-and commands that you continue to leave Box Five empty for her use and reminds you that her salary is due."

"Her salary?"

"Monsieur LeFevre paid her twenty thousand francs a month."

Monsieur Firmin grabbed the envelope from Madame Giry. "Twenty thousand francs?"

"Perhaps you can afford more, with Mademoiselle de Changy, the young Viscountess, as your patron?"

All the cast gasped at the news.

Monsieur Firmin glared at Madame Giry. "Madame, I had hoped to make that announcement myself tonight when the Viscountess was to join us for the gala. Obviously we will have to cancel as it appears we have lost our stars! A full house Andre, we shall have to refund a full house!"

A hushed chatter went through the crowd. Madame Giry stepped towards a young male dancer. "Charles Daae could sing it, Monsieurs." The young dancer looked up nervously, his gaze shifting from Madame Giry to the managers.

Monsieur Andre scoffed. "What, a dancer, don't be silly."

"He has been well taught by a great teacher."

Monsieur Andre looked at Charles. " Who?"

"I don't know, Sir?"

Monsieur Firmin sighed. " Not you as well!"

"Let him sing for you."

Monsieur Andre motioned for Charles to come forward. "Daae, that's an unusual name. Any relation to the Swedish opera singer?"

Charles nodded. "My mother, Monsieur." Shocked gasps echoed in the company.

The managers were as surprised as everyone else, except Madame Giry and her son, Matthew, who already knew.

"From the beginning, young Monsieur." Charles moved to center stage.

Monsieur Firmin leaned towards Monsieur Andre. "Andre, this is doing nothing for my nerv-"

As Charles began to sing his tenor voice echoed through the empty theater, and was like that of a voice of and angel, everyone stopped and listened in amazement. It was like nothing they had ever heard. And from the flies Belle smiled and started off on her way with the swish of her black cape. She did not notice that someones attention was diverted from the tenor and was directed at her as she slipped into the darkness.