As I walked down the dark lonesome road, I stopped outside the once spectacular Opera Populaire. I sighed as I realised that my dream was never going to come true. It all began when I was accepted into a singing and dancing school. I must've been around the age when my uncle died and my cousin taken away. I used to live them…after that horrible night I had to stay with my cousin's childhood sweet heart. Raoul de Chagny. Just thinking about him makes me home sick. I walked up to the burnt and now semi black building. I opened the creaky door and walked inside closing it behind me. A shiver ran up my slim figure as a small gust of wind blew my skirts round, while leaves ran past as if they were running away from a predator. I watched them closely and then carried on as the dry leaves come to a halt. As I walked through the grand entrance to the once brilliant stage. All that was left of the entire room was burnt sets, stage walls, back droppings and cob webs. I shook my head at the thought of a spider close to me. I looked round the broken room and walked over carefully to the chandelier. I looked over it as if it was some kind of god or something similar to it. I went down to my knees slowly, so I would not disturb the peace. My hand reached out to some broken pieces of the chandelier. They all looked so beautiful. They deserved to be built back to where they belonged but somehow there was something inside of me saying that it would only ever be a dream. I brought the piece of glass closer to my face, so I could see the fine details built into the small thing. As I looked into it, I saw something else in it. I turned round to see a white mask in box 5.
It just stared into my eyes as if it was trying to take over my mind. I stood up and turned to leave. The figure moved a bit to my sudden movements. I looked back at the white mask and realised this must be the one my dear cousin, Christine, must have been talking about. I dropped the piece of chandelier and moved towards the entrance so that I could leave this place. The figure silently went off and as I reached the doorway, the figure was standing there. I stopped abruptly, looking at him. As he drew closer to me, I swear I could've heard music all around me. The man pulled out a white clothe and put it over my lower face. Slowly sinking to the floor, I fell into complete darkness.
