I do not own phantom of the opera but i do own my lovely trio VIP
Ch1 The Cerise Theater
It was a sunny breezy spring day in a town called Cerise. Like many other towns around it, it's got good people and nice hotels. Unfortunately since because it's the best vacation spot that's near the lakes, many tourists over crowded the once so peaceful place. This meant more hotels to build. Three girls stood before an abandoned theater, many real estate posters with cheesy looking pictures of business men and women were stuck on the door. Some barely sticking at all and were about to fly off.
Vanessa flipped her highlighted black hair away from her eyes as she stared at the empty Cerise Theater.
"I can't believe this!" Vanessa exclaimed loudly her gray eyes ablaze. "They're gonna tear down our beloved theater!" she put her hands on her hips and looked at her two friends.
A girl with honey brown hair could only sigh and cross her arms over her chest, she was calm like but had an intense look . "Well if it was historical they wouldn't have to tear it down." she ripped the estate agency poster from the door and shredded it, mumbling "Stupid real estates."
"Irma." another girl said with a soft voice, she had reddish hair and seemed quite innocent. "Maybe we could research on it to see if it has some sort of…important fact to it y'know?"
Vanessa the most vivacious one chimed brightly, "That's a great idea Priscilla! Maybe a play, or oh! I know! A special event or something!" She jumped excitedly.
"Well if it's our community play Love you Forever it certainly won't cut it. These real estate agents are hardcore; we'll need something bigger to prevent it from being another hotel." Irma said. She sadly sighed; they were in one serious pickle.
Vanessa Hawthorn, Irma Morgan, and Priscilla Ambers were their names. Or V.I.P was what they called themselves. They were just your average fourteen year olds.
Vanessa was an energetic, loud, and cheerful person who always acted like the bold one, not to mention her over the top athletic skills. She's in 8th grade with Irma and Priscilla. Vanessa has short black hair with bright red highlights and gray eyes that blazed when she was angry. She was into all these bright fashionable clothes, what she wore were a yellow sleeveless shirt, a mauve plaid mini skirt with black legging and black ankle boots.
Irma however was a casual type, she was smartest in class but was a person of a few words, she has superhuman ears that pick up the smallest sounds like satellites, and she has honey brown hair that was tied in a ponytail and dark brown eyes. She is calm and collected but she always carries a piercing glance at times. She wears a pink hoodie with jeans, a not so fancy person with clothes and all that frilly stuff.
Priscilla we could say was a REALLY shy red head, she sometimes find it hard to speak up in class, she's quite pretty like a doll. She can be a bit of a chicken when it comes to really big and scary stuff but all the more a kind person. Even if she is a fourteen year old she was the size of a cute panicky little elementary school princess in middle school wearing a red frilly skirt, with a gothic blouse and sunglasses who you can't resist feeling is a harmless innocent lass.
V.I.P here was on a mission to save their beloved theater from being turned into another hotel and not alone; many school students were participating in an act to save it from oblivion. Either passing out flyers, protests, or giving speeches. No matter what they did the agents still insisted. The only hope is to find a historical significance about it as said before, although there's nothing much to it but just some guy who built it for community plays and activities
Just then Vanessa threw her hands up in the air with frustration and gave a furious complaint, "I don't care if it's historical or not! It's the most important to our community and it brought us together like a one big happy family. Who are they to decide that it's just a worthless building for a bunch of sappy tourists?"
'Chill will you? Talking about how mad we are or how cruel the agents might be won't help anything." Irma told her calmingly, she really didn't want to hear anymore complaints or declarations from Vanessa who tends to have a big mouth about rambling on and on about this or that. It can however get irritating.
Priscilla then said in her shy like voice, "We're gonna have a protest in front of the Theater two days from now. By then we'll have to have as much protesters as we can get. We can think something historical later, we need people to support our cause!'' she finally ended her statement with a bold expression.
Irma and Vanessa lit up from the news, "You could've told us earlier Priscilla!" Vanessa wrapped her arms around her with joy till Priscilla turned blue, Irma felt much relieved too. But just how are they going to get many citizens to participate?
"Um Priss? Are the neighboring townsfolk in on this or what?" Irma asked.
The red head's face beamed, "Yeah! I passed out flyers remember? And everyone in town agreed. If you can get more, then the merrier."
"YESSSS!!!" Vanessa pumped her fist in the air. She grabbed Irma's hands and did a merry jig before the brunette stopped to glance at the sky. Dark clouds rumbled over, at that moment rain descended upon them heavily like stones, "Let's go already." Irma said, "It's raining."
Then all of a sudden an enormous wind blew nearly throwing them off balance, lightning cracked like a thousand crazy whips. Vanessa gave a startled jump as a huge thunderbolt zapped a part of a of the theater's roof . Before the three could even leave a strange sound whispered within the empty building. Vanessa's ears perked up, "What's that sound?" she asked listening more intently. Priscilla could also hear it; it was soft and chime like. The music sounded pretty, just like the ones musical boxes play.
Automatically Irma who instantly felt hypnotized by the tune, felt as if it were gently kissing her lips, unaware she began to hum the sweet melody.
Masquerade….Masquerade…..
Irma began to sing softly, the words just came to her and she didn't know how or why. The three felt as if the captivating music could go on forever, but it stopped abruptly which broke the spell upon them at last. Blinking their eyes the feeling of bewilderment buzzed about.
Shaking their thoughts away, they tried to piece back each of their own proper mental state. "What just happened?" Irma asked looking at Vanessa and Priscilla. Vanessa shrugged, 'I don't know, it's as if I was under some sort of ….enchantment."
Priscilla nodded her head with a slight blush on her face, the music made her feel somewhat romantic and her heart pounded against her chest. Indeed whatever music that had played each had a different effect on them.
The mystery that enthralled the three young girls made them curious all the more, the power of the music was calling to them. They had the deepest urge for some reason to get into that building, the magnetizing affect strengthened the girl's curiosity even more, which causes them to get in trouble.
One time they wanted to see if the legend of the school ghost was true and set to camp the night out in the school's basement. Priscilla although whimpered holding onto her teddy bear the whole time and onto Irma who seemed unnerved, even by the slightest creepy sound in the corner. Their night didn't last though thanks to a couple of police who were called in to find them.
"Hey guys!' Vanessa whispered to the two in front of the Cerise Theater.
'I'm gonna go check what made that music." she crossed over the KEEP OUT banner and to the entrance. "Vanessa!" Irma chided to her.
"It says KEEP OUT! Besides whatever it is that was playing the music might be some record or music box, and the doors probably bolted shut."
The girl took the handle and pulled. It was open, she smirked at Irma smugly. 'Let's go in," she said. " who knows it could be an Opera Ghost!" she told jokingly. Irma rolled her eyes. She knows about the story of the Phantom of the Opera but there's no chance an opera ghost could haunt this theater. Anyway they had to get out of the rain so why go in?
Priscilla felt a shiver down her spine she was also a curious one but also a bit of a fraidy cat, but was always tempted to embark on a her friend's adventures. "What if we get in trouble and the police might get us like last time?" she whimpered. Vanessa didn't listen as she entered inside. The two followed, Irma felt a twinge of excitement and adventure run through her. Although she hid that well her curiosity got to her. What was that strange music that played before? She had the urge to find out what it was.
The place was pitch dark, Irma pulled out her little flashlight from her back pocket and shined it down the hall. Nothing much looked different, just dusty and messy. The sound of rubber sneakers flapping on the linoleum floor was all they heard. They finally reached the auditorium; the empty seats were filled with cobwebs. The darkness gave them an eerie aura. Priscilla began to nervously glance at her watch. 'Okay can we go now!?" She begged desperately, although it failed much to Vanessa's resistance.
'Not until we-" she stopped short as a soft melody began to play. It was the same as before!
Irma's sensitive ears put themselves to good use, like super sonic satellites she tracked where the sound was emanating from.
With an intense focus she pointed towards the stage, "There! I hear it! It's on stage!"
Vanessa amazingly gave Irma a thumbs up, Priscilla forgot her fear and also became amused by her friend's super ability.
Irma clambered up the stage with her long hair flipping up as she bounded a bit. The sweet music continued more, it's as if it was trying to lead them to it's source.
Irma walked towards the end of the stage Vanessa and Priscilla followed. They stopped to a pair of black curtains; the music seemed to grow louder. With the flick of her wrist she flipped the curtain to reveal a door behind it.
Priscilla mumbled, "I don't remember a door being here," she remembered doing a play back in 6th grade in here, she studied different spots of the stage but was never told of a door, it then flashed in her mind like a light bulb. Could it be a secret passage way?
She tried to turn the knob, but it was locked shut, Vanessa slammed her shoulder into it to see if it could open, unfortunately no. A few seconds later and idea began to click within Prissy's head.
Hey gals, do you think we could do our signature move?" Priscilla asked.
Irma grinned wildly, "The one invented back in 7th grade?"
Vanessa's heart fluttered, they could again put it to use since the day they used it against a bully at school. She nodded in approval, "Yeah, so let's go! Ready? Let's get into position!"
The girls got in their stance, and began to count, "1, 2, and 3….GO! V.I.P SUPER KICK!!" all three gave one mighty kick against the door with their tripled force. Miraculously it flew open ripping itself off it's hinges. The music then ceased at that instant.
All three peered down into the dark corridor; Irma scanned the stairs with her light. Her fingers trembled with eagerness and figured it'd be best to go in without having to stand here the whole time.
Steadily she took a few steps down the stairs searching for a switch. Priscilla, even though she decided to help open the door still felt a bit bad having to sneak in, so she just sucked in her gut to and dealt with it. She walked down he steps nervously as a baby kitten would, not knowing what may lie ahead.
They finally reached the bottom of the stairs; the light brightened the walls and corners.
"Wow! This could be the basement!" Vanessa said quietly, she didn't stray off too far and came to a couple of paintings. One had the picture of a lady on a stage in some sort of white gown, with sparkling green eyes, the rest was too hard to see because of the darkness. She looked at the bottom of the portrait and saw a name, Phillip… something….
"Vanessa!" she gave a bit of startled leap before whirling around, Irma beckoned her to come over. "Look here." she was in front of a small box.
It was placed on top of a large barrel, a monkey was sat dressed in Persian clothing, both its hands held a cymbal. A crank stuck out of the side to turn so it could play.
Pushing back her red hair, Priscilla observed it cautiously. 'Could this be the one?"
'Could be…" mumbled Irma, she took the crank and began to turn it.
That's when it began to play. A sweet melody to their ears that was so familiar and strange. Irma who was caught in a trance as she sang the words from before.
Masquerade….Masquerade….hide your face so the world may never find you…
At that instant, the walls started whirl and whirl about like a tornado. An enormous wind blew and encircled them like a hurricane. Everything that was around them faded
