So I just saw the Phantom of the Opera at the Venetian in Las Vegas and I sooooo loved it. I decided well what if it was written in a recent time. So I decided to do this so yea. I own absolutely nothing except the made up characters. I will also be releasing drawings of the characters as soon as possible so stay tuned.

Now enjoy the show!

"Nana tell me a story please." cried a young boy in a French accent.

His grandmother walked over to her grandson who was tucked in his bed.

"What story would you like to hear Christopher?" she asked as she sat on a chair next to his bed.

"The Phantom nana. Tell me the one about the Phantom?" he smiled.

"Christopher you've heard that story many times already. Pick a different one."

"But it's my favorite. ." begged the boy.

"Oh fine. Let's see where do I begin..."

"Come on." yelled the boy.

"Calm yourself boy. My memory is getting as old as I am." she laughed "Now lets see... What year is it my boy?"

The boy looked over at his calendar.

"2035." he said as he looked over at he grandmother.

His grandmother began to do the math in her head.

"Okay here we go," the boy got comfy in his bed. "Seventy five years ago, there was this magnificent Opera House here in Paris. Everyone enjoyed going to the house to see the shows. They enjoyed the voice of the actors there."

"But?" cried the boy with a smile.

"But they feared of the things that went on in the theater. Mysterious things began to happen such as notes being left for the owners of the house and the actors. At first it wasn't such a bother to the actors. But soon it began to get worse. Soon people began to die unexpectedly and soon the actors began to quit. No one could stop the phantom."

"But she could right nana!"

"That's right... She could..."

xXx

1960 Paris, France

"One more time ladies till' its right... And one and two..."

The music began as the 12 dancers began their ballet drills to prepare for the show about to open at a new Theater in Paris.

"I'm seriously getting tired of Giry." said a blonde doing her ballet drills.

"Shhh she's coming." cried the brunette as they both watched as Mrs. Giry walked past them.

"You get worried too much Chris. Just relax."

"Well sorry Meg but I would much rather get on her good side so I can-"

"I know I know, get the lead role" Meg said mimicking Chris's voice. "You'll get it Chris. I mean your far better than that Carlotta bitch." she laughed.

"Meg!"

"Sorry but it's true. She thinks she's so good that she can treat anyone bad. The only reason she's here is because the owner is to much of a pussy to fire her. If I were him, I would've fired her the first bitch fit she gave me." laughed Meg.

"Do all Americans have such a bad tongue as yours Meg?"

"Only the good ones." laughed Meg.

"Miss. Megan Stark and Miss. Christine Noelle, I suspect your both ready for the performance because from what I am seeing from your drills it seems you know what to do." snarled the ballet instructor Ms. Giry.

The two girls got back to doing the drills the other ballet girls were doing. Ms. Giry walked past the two girls inspecting the other dancers.

"Ugh sometimes I wish I was never picked up by her from my agent. I'd rather dance in Las Vegas than be stuck with a bitch like her here in Paris."

Christine shook her head. "Why didn't you just stay in California then? You seem to despise living here as it is."

"Heh what can I say, Paris has grown onto me. Plus who else is gonna make sure you accomplish your dream?"

Meg was right. If it weren't for Meg, Christine wouldn't have been working hard to get the lead role at the Opera House. Meg had pushed Christine hard to stay after work and help with her singing since Meg's family made her take singing lessons by the best teachers in Hollywood.

Christine continued her drills until they were interrupted by the owner of the Opera House, Mr. Richardson.

"Attention everyone, as you all have heard, there have been rumors of me retiring. Well it's true. I know we have been through so much. But I assure you, Mr. Ellison and Mr. Leroux will run this magnificent place as I have ran it for the many years I have been here. I bid you al farewell and good luck on your performance."

"Oh I shall greatly miss you Mr. Richardson sir." cried Carlotta.

Meg and Christine both rolled their eyes.

"Oh before I forget, Mr. Ellison and Mr. Leroux, this is Miss. Carlotta Giudecelli, the Opera House's number one star. The best voice in all of France." said Mr. Richardson.

The two new owners came and shook her hand.

"Oh Miss. Giudecelli, please do us all the pleasure and sing for us." said Mr. Leroux.

"Indeed. Sing!" cried Mr. Ellison.

Carlotta smirked as she cleared her throat and stood comfortably and began to sing her song.

Meg watched her in disgust. She felt that Christine deserved the role more than her. Christine had a voice of an angel. She truly had a gift from god himself. Christine hit Meg in the arm.

"Behave." she whispered to her friend. Meg obeyed and uncrossed her arms as she stood watching the girl perform.

Suddenly Meg heard a sound coming above her where the scene crew worked in order to move the props and curtains. She looked up and saw nothing but darkness. She thought she had possibly made up the noises until she heard them again.

'Strange that sounds like someone cutting rope... SHIT!'

Meg watched as one of the scenes fell almost falling on some of the actors standing watching Carlotta sing.

"That's it i'm done! This has been happening since I first worked here. I'm sorry Sir but I am done with this blasted haunted Opera House." screamed Carlotta.

"Well that's my cue to go. Good luck Mr. Ellison and Mr. Leroux." said Mr. Richardson as he left the stage towards the exit. Gone for good.

"Please Miss. Guidecelli, be reasonable-" cried Mr. Ellison.

"I have been reasonable for the seven years that I have worked here and I am done with this ghost of the Opera House." she interrupted.

"Miss. Guidecelli tomorrow is the first show. Please reconsider." cried Mr Leroux.

"My mind is set. Your show will just have to get bad reviews with out mua." she said. She looked over to her right. "Jennifer my coat if you will." she yelled. A skinny girl came out running with her fur coat as she put it around her.

Carlotta turned to her left and with her nose up high, left the stage and towards the exit of the Opera House.

"Oh no no no no. This can't be happening. Just right before a show. NO NO NO NO!" cried Mr Ellison.

"Get a hold of yourself man. We English don't give up. Get up." yelled Mr. Leroux trying to get Mr. Ellison to snap out of it.

Meg looked at Christine and smile. This would be Christine's opportunity. Oh life was good now. The bitch was gone and Christine would take her place that was rightfully hers to begin with.

Christine looked over at he friend that was staring at her and saw the little twinkle in her eyes.

"Don't you dare Meg." whispered Christine.

"Chris can- Oh I mean Christine can take the role. She's been taking lessons for some time now. Her voice is perfect for the part." cried Meg.

The two men looked over at Meg and then the petite girl she was pointing to.

"What is your name Miss?" said Mr. Leroux approaching her.

"C-Christine N-Noelle." stuttered Christine.

"Please sing for us Miss Noelle." said Mr Leroux.

"There's no way she can possibly sing I mean look at her she doe-"

"Let her sing." said Ms. Giry.

The two men looked at the creepy woman and back at Christine.

"Who was your teacher?" asked Mr. Ellison.

"I-I don't know his name." murmured Christine.

"Well let us see then." said Mr. Leroux.

Christine hesitated and looked over at her friend Meg. Meg smiled at her and motioned for her to go on and show them. Christine gulped and walked to the center of the stage to face the invisible audience.

She cleared her throat and began to sing.

"Think of me

think of me fondly, when

we've said goodbye

remember me

once in a while, please

promise me you'll try."

Everyone was surprised at her angelic voice. They were just hypnotized by her song. The two men nodded and knew she was the one to replace Carlotta. Meg grinned and was jumping in the air for her as if her favorite American Football team just won the Super Bowl. She stopped once people were beginning to stare at her.

"When you find,

that once again you long

to take your heart back,

and be free

if you ever find a moment,

spare a thought for me."

xXx

"Where the hell did you learn to sing like that Chris?" smiled Meg as she was walking up the stairs to her apartment with Chris following right behind her.

"I-I have a teacher." she smiled still shook up from the fact she would be playing the lead.

"Well who because let me tell you, you sure as hell didn't get that from my shitty lessons." she laughed "Who the lucky guy? Hell he deserves the Teacher of the Year Award."

Christine smiled. "I honestly don't know the man Meg."

"Then how did you meet him?" she asked as she put her key in to unlock her door.

"At the Opera House... After hours." she said as she walked in after Meg and locked her door.

Meg dropped her keys on the floor in shock.

"Y-you've met him?"

Christine looked confused. "Well I heard his voice and he instructed me. I've never seen his face or anything. It's as if he's a ghost."

Meg went pale and picked up her keys.

"What's wrong Meg?" asked Christine.

Meg went to sit on her sofa as she was looking for words to say to Christine.

"Have you ever heard of the Phantom?" she asked.

"No... Who's that?" asked Christine as she sat on one of the chairs across from Meg.

"In 1870, when the Opera House was really popular back then, there was this guy who was called the Phantom. He haunted the theater and killed those that apposed him or tried to take his lover away. They say he was so disfigured that he hid his face behind this mask and wouldn't let anyone dare touch it or get near it."

"Why would he do such horrid things?" she asked

"He was in love with this girl and would stop at nothing to have her. He did everything for her but in the end, she went for her childhood lover since she feared the Phantom from all the horrible things he did and shit like that. She died in 1919 and legend says that on the date of her death, there is always a red rose left at her grave site. Scary huh?"

"Ok first of all how did you hear such rubbish Meg? And second, do you honestly think he lives? I mean it's 1960 for heavens sake!"

Meg laughed. "I knew you wouldn't believe me but it's true. Before you came here, I was already dancing for the Opera House and the girls would tell me this story all the time in order to do good in the show or else he'd kill me for causing the show to get bad reviews and what not. I always thought it was total bull shit too till I saw him. I really did! He had the mask covering his face and I heard him laugh too. He's real!"

"Meg he'd be too old to even move around like that. It was probably your mind playing tricks on you." said Christine as she got up from the chair and towards her room.

"I saw him cut the line today." Christine stopped and looked back at her friend sitting on the sofa. "He's real. And I think he was the one who was teaching you." she said as she too got up and walked to her room. "Just something to think about you know. Good night Chris." Meg disappeared into her room leaving Christine out in the hall still.

She wondered if the story could be true. But it was highly unlikely as a person couldn't possibly live that long. She looked at the clock on the wall and noticed it was getting late. She had to get plenty of rest to prepare for her performance tomorrow.

Her dream would finally become reality...