Disclaimer: I am changing things like plot points because it is a fanfiction, but I will also be changing the gender of a majority of the characters because why not. So I'm telling you now so you're not like "Wow this sucks they couldn't even get the genders right."Fair warning, it is my first fanfiction so i hope it doesn't suck to bad. Hope You enjoy...
"Chris! Christopher Daae!"
"What?"
"We're going to be late for rehearsal."
"Relax. We'll sneak in and they won't even notice us."
Christopher Daae was a tall thin boy who was a opera singer. He was always in the background, but he enjoyed show business. His beautiful blue eyes and red/brown hair gleamed on the stage as he danced.
The rehearsal started and he was unnoticed as he had said. During the song titled "Remember me" in the opera for later that night, the owner came to the stage. "As you know there have been rumors of my retirement. I can now confirm that those rumors are true. These are the new owners of this opera house." he stated. The male lead came forward and shook his hand.
Then something unexpected happened. THe backdrop for the next scene dropped from the ceiling. THere was panic. There was lots of screaming and Mathew stated uneasily "The Phantom of the opera. She's here!" The dance director Mr. Giry stepped forward with a note. he stated, "The Opera Ghost welcomes you to her opera house"
"Her opera house?" THe first man exclaimed.
"She reminds you that her salary is due and to leave box five empty for her use."
"Salary? There is no opera ghost." The second man stated."The previous owner paid her 20k francs per month. Unless you can afford more." he calmly stated. The lead singer stepped forward and did not look happy. "These things happen too often. Until these things do not happen, this thing does not happen." he exclaimed in a loud voice as he stomped off of the stage. Mr. Giry's son stepped forward and stated "Christopher Daae can sing it." Both men looked at Cris. The first man looked curious and spoke " Very well, Mr. Daae. Let's hear it." His voice filled the old French theater with a beautiful sound that soothed every soul in the room. A sound that somebody hidden could hear...
Later
Christopher Daae sang a wonderful opera as the lead and the opera house sold out that show. After the show Chris went to his room. It was painted a baby blue with a small bed in the corner. He sat at his oak wood desk admiring the gifts sent to him. With the gifts, there was a single Rose that had a black ribbon tied around in a perfectly symmetrical bow. Along the wall farthest from the door was a mirror that stood tall. A gift maybe? Then, a woman came to the room. She had long blond hair and blue eyes just like him. "Hello Chris" she stated hesitantly.
"Why hello, Little Lotte." he greeted back.
She looked pleased "You remember me"
"I do" he added.
"Come! We will go to dinner!" she exclaimed
"No! The angel of music is strict. She had visited me in my dreams. She has been guiding me since I have come here. MY mother told me that when she was in heaven, she would send me the angel of music. Now she is dead and I have been visited." he argued.
"Nonsense. You must change and I must get my gloves. Two minutes."
He heard a voice. It was feminine, but powerful. "Insolent girl! That slave of fashion! Basking in your glory. Ignorant fool! That brave young mistress! Sharing in my Triumph!"
"Angel of music? Speak. I'll listen. Stay by my side and guide me" He said mystified. "Flattering child you will know me and see why in shadow I hide. Look at your face in the mirror. You will find me inside." prompted the voice.
Chris looked in the mirror and saw a beautiful woman. She had pale white skin, with sea green eyes. Her long black hair was tied up in a tight bun. She wore a short black huntress dress with a dark red belt. Her cloak had a red inside with a black outside. She wore dark red gloves to match her belt. The most mystifying thing of all was a mask. Not just a regular mask but one that covered the right side of her face only and left her whole mouth uncovered.
She held out her hand and his mind was defenceless. He grabbed it and walked. They waked down a long dim hallway with only candle light to guide them. He could hear the faint sound of running water. They exited to a low foggy area. There was a lake. He could see a boat. As they grew closer to the boat, she let go of his hand and told him to get in. Even though he did not know or trust her, his instincts took over again as he got in.
Once he got in, she started paddling across the smooth fog covered lake. She headed toward a cave. When they got there, inside the cave, it was beautiful. There was an organ in the center, stairs covered with red carpet on both sides. A desk along the wall that the organ was above, and a separate set of stairs in the opposite corner. "Out of the boat" she instructed. He did as she asked.
She added "Start singing". He once again lost control and he started singing. His voice and a rich deep strong sound. While he was singing she took off the cloak that she was wearing and sat down to listen. He had started singing a song that she knew well. She sang along. Her voice had a beautiful rich sound. She sang strong, but gently. It had been hours and hours of singing in the night. By the time they had finished, he had collapsed on the floor of exhaustion, not used to singing for that long. After all, he had just been the lead in an opera. She brought him up to her bedroom and laid him on her bed. She then walked back to the main room and began working on her new opera.
