Hello, this is my first Phantom phic, and I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: sigh, in my dreams . . . .
Erik had finally created the invention that would change his life drastically. He wore it now, as he walked through the streets of London, to which he had escaped to after the Paris Opera had burnt down. The invention was a mask, not the kind he usually wore, but a mask that covered his distorted flesh, and made it look like normal human flesh. He could now walk through the streets without being stared at. The only thing his mask didn't hide was his eyes, which still shone bright green. He had bought a house with the money he had leftover from his days in Paris which there happened to be quite a bit of. He was currently on his way to that house, and he now passed the London Opera house.
As he passed by, something on the poster caught his eye, it was the title. He looked up at it, and his eyes open wide. This is what he saw written as the title on the poster:
Don Juan Triumphant
Led by Elizabeth Price
They had stolen his opera!! His eyes flared in anger as he marched into the admissions office and bought a box ticket for that night's performance. Although he knew that it could never be as good as the short part of his opera that had been performed on that night 17 years ago, he was still curious to see it. As Erik walked home, he felt confident that the performance he would see would be nothing like it had been.
William Bennet sat in his managers' office at the London Opera. He was very excited about the night's performance, it was the premier of a never before seen opera which he was sure was an excellent opera. As he contemplated this, there was a timid knock on the door.
"Come in," he beckoned.
The door opened, and a woman and a girl entered. The girl was the exact replica of the woman, but her hair was blonde instead of brown. They were both beautiful indeed.
"Yes?" he asked them.
The woman stepped forward, the girl instep behind her.
"My daughter and I would like jobs here."
"As what?" William asked.
"We'd like to become chorus or ballet members," the woman responded.
"Let's hear you sing then," William instructed.
The woman nodded her curl covered head and started to sing beautifully.
Think of me,
think of me fondly,
when we've said goodbye.
Remember me,
once in a while-
Please promise me you'll try.
When you find,
that once again you long,
to take your heart back and be free-
If you ever find a moment,
Spare a though for me.
William held up his hand as a signal to stop singing, "That was amazing."
The woman nodded her head in thanks.
William continued, "May I hear your daughter?"
The woman nodded her head again, and prodded her daughter forward. As soon as the girl opened her mouth, William knew that she was almost as good as her mother. He put up his hand again, having no need to hear more.
"You are both hired Ms?" William questioned.
"Madame," the woman replied, "Madame Christine Chagny. And this is my daughter, Meg Gustave Chagny. "
"Ah Madame Chagny," William replied, "I'm sorry for the loss of your husband," he turned to Meg, "and I'm sorry for the loss of your Father Mademoiselle."
"It's Ok," Meg responded, as Christine's eyes sparkled with tears.
"Come," William called, "I shall introduce you to the rest of the company."
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