I feel that this little bit of fan fiction needs to be properly introduced to be understood at all. It could be rather confusing if not.
Basically Edward is the only vampire. Rosalie and Jasper are biological siblings and Emmett and Alice are not biological siblings. Alice is Esme's daughter. Jake is still a werewolf, but he's Caucasian for all historical purposes. (I really doubt the Vicomte could be Native American.) This does not follow either the plot line of Phantom of the Opera or Twilight. It's simply weird. I was bored.
Edward – Phantom of the Opera
Jake – Raoul, Vicomte de Chagny
Bella- Christine Daaé
Jasper- both the proprietor Armand Moncharmin and Persian Daroga Nadir
Carlisle-- Firmin Richard (the other proprietor)
Emmett- Ubaldo Piangi (Carlotta's husband)
Rosalie- Carlotta
Alice- Meg Giry (Movie version though)
Esme- Madame Giry
Disclaimer: I do not own anything of Twilight and I don't own Phantom of the Opera or Il Muto. If you really need me to tell you that, then that's just sad.
I watched as Rosalie hit yet another poor high note on the stage. I felt sorry for the singer, and wished that the song would end soon. Her audience of the crew members didn't seem to mind the poor singing. Maybe all the people in the audience are deaf, or perhaps they are all entranced by Rosalie's beauty, I thought. Either way, I almost wish that the angel of music would pay Rosalie a visit. She really needs help of some sort. I know that she would not accept it from me, however. Maybe I should suggest this to my angel. For some reason the idea of my angel and Rosalie being alone together sent shivers down my spine. Maybe Rosalie will figure out how to sing on her own, I decided.
The song finally ended: Jasper Hale and Emmett McCarty walked out onto the stage. Emmett beamed at Rosalie; she looked shyly back at him. Jasper, who had looked a little disgusted before walking out onto the stage, now looked ready to lose his supper. Jasper cleared his throat, "Sister, perhaps you should invest in some singing lessons."
Rosalie pouted while Emmett looked upset, "Are you saying that there's something wrong with Rosalie? I believe that she is perfect as she is." Rosalie flashed him a smile and Emmett grinned.
Jasper's eyes narrowed at that, and then he sighed, defeated. Personally I wished that he would go on. He realized that Rosalie was perfectly imperfect and was in need of singing lessons. Unfortunately, I thought, there's nothing he can do against Emmett. Jasper isn't exactly defenseless, but Emmett looks like he could lift a carriage up off the street. It's a shame too. I liked Jasper; he always understood how we, the girls at the opera, were feeling. I wondered though, if he knew some of my secret. After I spent time with my angel he would look at me strangely, though he said nothing. Jasper left the stage; looking more than ever like he was not going to be able to hold down his food. I wondered if he knew the emotions going on between his friend, Emmett, and his sister. There are plenty enough rumors about a relationship between them. I felt sorry for Jasper then I thought, Perhaps that is why Jasper looked so sick right then.
Rosalie and Emmett did a duet together and Jasper was staring at me. I wondered what was wrong when my friend Alice Platt pulled me onto the stage. I had been so lost in thought that the other girls began dancing and I hadn't realized it. I can be such an idiot sometimes. The situation was not made better by the fact that I am quite clumsy. I must have tripped seven times before we had finished. Esme Platt had her hand on her forehead, clearly trying to decide what to do with me. She was so kind but I was so hopeless.
Suddenly a trap door opened and Rosalie fell through. Emmett was right there to pull her out. She was furious as only a beautiful and privileged woman can be, "Not again! I refuse to do this! I am sick of all of these 'accidents' that you never stop! I am leaving."
Carlisle had just walked into the room as the accident happened. He seemed to consider Rosalie and her complaints for a moment and then he nodded to Jasper. Jasper grinned and said to Rosalie, "You can go then; we'll find someone else to replace you. Please find a singing coach."
Rosalie furiously left the stage with her husband close behind, begging her to return. Carlisle then looked to Jasper and said, "You said that there was another who you thought could be our soprano. Who is it?"
Jasper looked to Esme who turned to me. There is no way! There is no way that Esme told the proprietor that I could sing soprano. Esme motioned for me to come to the center stage. All right, I thought, maybe this wouldn't be too bad. At least I wouldn't be dancing and tripping over air anymore, unless I was the soloist dancing and tripping over air. I didn't move, I couldn't move. Alice, dear friend that she is, pushed me out to center stage and blocked my escape so I was forced to sing. Jasper was smiling at me and suddenly I felt calm about what I was about to do. He has that effect on me, I thought. I opened my mouth and sang my heart out, feeling the phantom's presence. I wondered a little, in the back of my mind, if my promotion to soprano had anything to do with Rosalie's fall. Rosalie fell through one of the Il Muto trap doors that was just not hinged correctly, I told myself. I was worried for Rosalie anyway. What if she got hurt?
After I was through singing, Jasper looked shocked and pleased while Carlisle seemed thoughtful. Immediately Jasper said, "I look forward to your performance. It's very important that it all goes perfectly and I think that having you sing is the perfect way to achieve that."
His excitement was contagious and it spread to me quickly. His eyes wandered to my best friend, Alice. I knew Alice liked him, but she said that nothing could ever happen between them. She said this, ignoring her premonition that she would be with someone very soon. She also was more recently hit with a vision that she would be wed in the very near future, but she has not seen a wedding for me. I wished to know more, but Alice can not control her visions of the future, they just hit her occasionally What's more, we were constantly trying to protect her when visions hit her in public. It wouldn't do for people to think that she was crazy; they'd burn her at the stake. She is so lucky to have Esme for a mother; any other woman might have thrown Alice out or killed her. Esme thought it was an amazing ability and accepted Alice for who she is.
I'm getting off my train of thought, I mentally reprimanded myself, the important thing is that I get Jasper and Alice together. It's obvious to everyone that they are quite in love. By everyone, of course, I mean her mother and me. I doubted that Jasper had the slightest clue. I felt despair for them. I knew that some of that despair was probably from Jasper feeling like he could never be anything but a distant friend to Alice. I don't understand how everything Jasper feels catches so quickly, I supposed that he was a natural empath. I also supposed that it was just a natural gift, similar to Alice's ability to see some of the future. However, I seriously doubted that Jasper's ability got him in much trouble. It was, even as strong a gift it was, just natural empathy. After rehearsal I retired to my room, thinking hard about what had transpired. I did not stay up long, though, I fell asleep listening to the musical voice of my angel of music.
From the Author: I know it was short, but it's a prologue. I will be taking some liberties here, but hey it's fan fiction. If you enjoyed it, please review. Don't flame me. I don't even know why you would want to flame me, but please don't do it anyway. Edward will have a bigger part later, and he'll be all sexy and angsty. Won't he a make a perfect Phantom?