hey happywriter780 here and I want to first say I have always loved the phantom of the opera since I was very little. I remember watching the movie when I was only 5 years old and it was the only thing that made me sit still and watch it. This story is not only for you the beautiful and wonderful readers, but I'm doing this for myself as well. So to whomever may read this I thank you dearly.

Forever yours,

happywriter780

She returns

Chapter 1

Aimee's POV

I looked outside to find it was snowing in the quaint little town I called home, this little town called Stoneboro in North Western Pennsylvania. I was in Madam Oaks French class, I took this class mainly because of my French spelled name, and because it looked great on a collage application.

As the snow was falling I remember back on all those times before yesterday and before today, back 4 years ago, back in 8th grade and with my best friend Lauren Best lol I know right she's my Best friend as I call her always and forever. We were taking a high school French class with some other classmates of ours. And I was going through my awkward faze, I wore big glasses and braces and a little overweight but was well hidden because I was incredibly for my age of only 14 I was almost 5'9 and seemed older than what I am. But also quite shy and afraid to speak her mind, it was fun in there and I was starring in the musical that year, 101 Dalmatians I was the police officer and a boxer, both silent parts. But it felt amazing to be there in the spotlight. Whenever I'm acting or singing I don't feel the chains of this world bring me down, all that's with me is my voice but I stop before I can finish the song because I felt watched or a sometimes a missing presence that somehow should've been there behind the scenes.

I was so deep into the depths of my mind I didn't notice a women whom in her mid-40's walked over to my desk until her mothering tone reached my ears and pulled me out of my perfect little world.

"Mademoiselle is there something outside you share to the class outside?" Embarrassed I shook my head.

"No Madam," her tsk'ed at me for a moment before adding onto the sentence.

"Get out your notes I am now speaking of the trip to Paris we will be taking in just a few short weeks."

I wrote every word she said while still finding time to sketch unbeknownst to her most of the time. I drew the opera house in which I wanted to visit so badly and a man with a long dark cape with the unamicable mask on his left side. The Phantom of the Opera, was my childhood crush, I always thought Raoul was a bit like Prince Charming but never really liked him. Although the movie did show the gruesomeness of the Phantoms face, I always wondered, what the phantom really looked like. Some saw handsome beyond belief when he had his mask on. Other stories tell of his skin being the color of yellow parchment, his eyes two back holes, and he was a living skeleton. But, I don't believe either side of the argument; only Christine Daee and the rest of the poor people who have burned in the fire have ever saw what he truly looked like.

-Time skip to end of the day walking to her car when someone stops her-

I looked up to see a mess of blonde hair and brown eyes that held lust,

"Brad put that arm away before I do something that I will not regret but you surely will." I said while getting into my car. I had gotten prettier since 8th grade, I lost weight, got normal glasses, and braces free. And I was flirted with often, including by boys like Brad, the kind that will say I love you in a txt first instead of your face. Then month later cheats on you and brakes up with you over Facebook messaging.

"Babe I know I messed up big time, but if you give me another chance." I closed the car door and sped out of the parking lot and away from him.

-Time skip a few weeks-

It was time for the trip I brought my camera and a fresh pair of clothing in my carry on so that in case they misplaced my luggage I can always have another set of clothes handy. And along with my iPad which had many audiobooks (phantom of the opera being one of them) so I wouldn't get bored on the plane but yet get beauty rest at the same time listening to one of the best novels ever written.

As I sit down on my plane seat I pull out my iPad, turned it on airplane mode, and turned on my audiobook Phantom of the opera. I leaned into the chair and slowly closed my eyes and slowly the darkness had taken over and I fell into another deep sleep.

*dreamland*

There I stood, at my father's grave, it still was hard to believe he was gone… he had promised me the angel of music, but how wrong of him to send me him. I did not deserve him but at the same time I would be lost without him. I remembered how lost I was as a child after my father had died.

Wandering child

So lost, so helpless

Yearning for my guidance

I looked around the eerie and quiet place wandering about looking for the voices location but finding no one I called out to it.

Angel or Father

Friend or Phantom

Who is it there, staring?

I questioned the heavenly voice that calmed me to the very depth of my bones; it was like the ice that glazed my insides where washed over with warm, healing water.

Have you forgotten your Angel?

It was him my Angel my father had sent me,

Angel oh, speak

What endless longings

Echo in this whisper!

I was eager to hear his secrets, I had so many questions to ask of my father, was he doing well in heaven, was he an angel of music?

Too long you've wondered in winter

Far from my fathering gaze

Wildly my mind beats against you

I felt my head ache, something was off, and the angel sounds all too familiar. I had to resist his voice before he traps me once again in his alluring voice.

You resist….

Yet your soul obeys!

We sang in harmony, I care not any more if this was right or wrong, this music was healing my soul, and my soul was in need of deep healing.

Angel of Music

You denied me you

Turning from true beauty

Angel of music

Do not shun me my protector

Come to me strange angel

My eyes were beginning to droop as I felt my senses leave me one by one; it was growing darker and darker by the second. I knew what was to come next,

Come to your Angel of Music

Come to me Angel of Music

As if by magic, my legs moved on their own to the steps in which the voice was sounding from. But someone carried me off away from the voice.

"No, Christine, Wait, Wait!"

*dreamland exit*

I awoke with a start, looking at my iPad I see I was listening to the phantom on replay. That must be the reason why I had such a dream… although it felt more than just a dream to me…

At last you have started to awaken, the beautiful angel of music

I looked around frantically who had sung that, it was quiet, too quiet. I saw the plane was starting to land in the Paris airport. I buckled my seatbelt and soon enough.

We were in Paris.

I unfortunately do not own Phantom of the Opera, if I did it would've ended differently. Waddya think

R and R

happywriter780 OUT, PEACE!