Disclaimer: I do not own The phantom of the opera nor any of the characters or music.
A/N: this is based more off of the 2004 movie.
There are many accounts of the events that took place in the Paris opera house over one-hundred fifteen years ago, but this is the account of what actually transpired then and shortly thereafter. This is the story passed down to me by my mother and her mother before her, dating all the way back to my great great grandmother, Christine Daae.
I had heard him again, my angel of music. He told me I was ready, that I would be singing the lead in the new opera that was opening tonight. Sure I would, Carlotta wouldn't step aside and let me sing. I should have had faith in my angel; during rehearsals the new managers made their appearances along with my childhood sweetheart Raoul Dechangy, now the Vicomte DeChangy. He did not recognize me. Meg said he did not see me.
Carlotta was being a diva again, the new managers already groveling begged her to gift them with a song from the opera we were to perform. And that is when things changed for me. While Carlotta was screeching away one of the back drops gave way and landed on the back of her dress knocking her down. Meg of course said the Phantom was behind it, but I knew it was my Angel of Music.
Carlotta stormed off refusing to sing. That's when Madame Giry, Meg's mother, told the new managers that I could perform the part. That I had been training with a great tutor. They allowed me to perform for them. My angel was right I would be singing the lead in tonight's performance.
I was so nervous as I stepped out onto that stage; this was my big chance to prove I deserved to be there, to make my Angel proud of me. I stood straight and let the words soar out of my mouth.
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 thought for me
we never said
Our love was evergreen
or as unchanging as the sea
but if you can still remember
stop and think of me
I let the last note trail off. The crowd gave me a standing ovation. It was more wonderful than I had ever imagined. I knew my angel would be pleased with me. So I went to the chapel to pray and thank him. While there I heard him.
Brava, Brava Bravissima
I was just about to call out to him when I heard Meg's voice calling to me.
Christine, Christine
Christine
Meg entered the chapel then and found me.
Where in the world have you been hiding?
Really you were prefect.
I only wish I knew your secret.
Who is your great tutor?
Father once spoke of an angel.
I used to dream he'd appear.
Now as I sing, I can sense him.
And I know he's here.
Here in this room he calls me softly.
Somewhere inside hiding.
Somehow I know he's always with me.
He the unseen genius.
Christine you must have been dreaming.
Stories like this can't come true.
Christine you're talking in riddles.
And it's not like you.
Angel of Music, guide and guardian, grant to me your glory.
Angel of Music, hide no longer, secret and strange angel.
He's with me even now
Your hands are cold
all around me
your face Christine its white
it frightens me
don't be frighten
We had made it back to my dressing room, Meg leaving me to change out of my costume. Madame Giry was inside waiting on me, she gave me a single red rose with a black ribbon tied on it. She told me he was pleased with me. I knew Madame Giry thought that the Phantom was my tutor, but she did not know about my Angel of Music, who I knew was pleased with me. Was it possible that they were one in the same? It's true that I often wished my Angel to be a man; there was something about his voice that seemed to speak to my very soul. If he was a man, I could easily love him. As I sat there thinking about that, Raoul came into my dressing room
Raoul wanted me to join him for dinner but I could not. My Angel was very strict. Raoul seemed to think I was joking as he left and said I had two minutes to dress. After he left I went behind my changing screen to slip out of my dress, I just tied a robe over my underthings as I went to leave the dressing room. I reached for the knob and all the candles suddenly went out and then I heard him and he was angry.
Insolent Boy this slave of fashion basking in your glory.
Ignorant fool this brave young suitor sharing in my triumph.
Angel, I hear you, speak I listen. Stay by my side guide me.
Angel, My soul was weak forgive me. Enter at last master.
Flattering Child you shall know me, see why in shadow I hide.
Look at your face in the mirror I am there inside.
Angel of Music guide and guardian, grant to me your glory.
Angel of Music hide no longer, come to me strange angel.
I am your angel of music. Come to me angel of music.
I am your angel of music. Come to me angel of music.
My Angel was not happy at all, I tried to appease him. It worked and after all the years of begging for him to appear to me, he finally did. As I looked into my mirror, a man's outline appeared. A man so mysterious and handsome, at least half his face was. The other half was covered by a white mask. My angel was the Phantom.
He held his hand out for me and I took it and stepped into his world.
In sleep he sang to me. In dreams he came.
That voice which calls to me and speaks my name.
And do I dream again for now I find.
The Phantom of the Opera is here inside my mind.
Sing once again with me our strange duet
my power over you grows stronger yet.
And though you turn from me to glance behind.
The Phantom of the Opera is there inside your mind.
Those who have seen your face draw back in fear.
Behind that mask you wear.
It's me they hear.
My Spirit and your voice in one combined.
Your Spirit and my voice in one combined.
The phantom of the opera is here inside my mind.
The phantom of the opera is there inside your mind.
In all your fantasies you always knew
that man and mystery
Were both in you.
And in this labyrinth, where night is blind.
The phantom of the opera is there inside your mind.
Sing my angel of music.
He's there the phantom of the opera.
Sing. Sing for me!
We arrived at his lair. There were candles everywhere. I had never seen anything like this before. There was art, architecture, music, this angel, this phantom, this man was beautiful, he was a genius. He started singing to me of the music of the night. The melody and words flowing over me in almost a sensual way. He led me through his home, standing me in front of a mannequin that looked just like me. It was dressed in a wedding gown, I fainted from the shock.
Sometime later I awoke to find myself in bed with the mysterious phantom. He wasn't touching me and he wasn't asleep. He was just watching me. I believed I must have been dreaming. I smiled at him before pressing my small body against his masculine one and kissed his mouth. He seemed surprised by my behavior but it was a dream after all. What harm was there, I gave myself over to the dream and I gave myself to the man in my dream. Afterwards I slept soundly. I was woken from my dream by the sound of an organ.
I got out of the swan shaped bed and made my way towards the music. I saw the man from my dream playing at the organ. It hadn't been a dream. It was all real. I was no longer a virgin. I had given myself to a man. A man I really did not know. I wondered why he wore a mask; surely a man as handsome as he would not hid half his face. I reached my hand towards him; he leaned into my hand relishing the touch. And then I ruined it by prying the mask away.
Damn You! You little prying padora. You little demon is this what you wanted to see?
Curse you, you little lying Delilah, you little viper now you cannot ever be free!
Damn You. Curse You.
Stranger than you dreamt it, can you even dare to look or bear to think of me.
This loathsome gargoyle who burns in hell but secretly years for heaven secretly, secretly.
Oh Christine…
Fear can turn to love. You'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster.
This repulsive carcass who seems a beast but secretly dreams of beauty secretly, secretly.
Oh Christine…
I had utterly humiliated him. I felt terrible. My beautiful angel, my phantom was horrible disfigured. With tears in my eyes I handed him back his mask. The phantom returned me to the opera house. He did not speak about what had happened between us, so I did not either. I was confused by the effect he had on me. He left notes for the managers, Carlotta, Raoul, and Madame Giry.
The phantom wanted me to replace Carlotta as the lead in the new opera. He warned them not to go against his wishes. They did not listen and cast Carlotta as the lead. He was not happy. In the middle of the performance he interrupted and spoke from somewhere above. "Did I not instruct that box 5 was to remain empty?"
I told Meg that he was here, the phantom. Carlotta heard me and called me a toad, and told me to be silent. She was the one who ended up being the toad. Well at least she sounded like one. I don't know how he did it, but he caused Carlotta to croak like a toad when she sang. I was to take over for her but then something terrible happened.
Joseph Buqut was hung by the phantom, I did not know at the time, but found out later it was to protect me and Meg. Apparently the phantom had overheard Joseph's plans to rape us both. Since I did not know that then I ran with Raoul to the roof top. I told him about the phantom.
Raoul I've been there, to his world of unending night to a world where daylight dissolves into darkness, darkness. Raoul I've seen him! Can I ever forget that sight? Can I ever escape from that face? So distorted and deformed it was hardly a face in the darkness, darkness. But his voice filled my spirit with a strange sweet sound, in the night there was music in my mind. And through his music my soul began to soar! And I heard as I never heard before.
What you heard was a dream and nothing more.
Yet in his eyes all the sadness of the world. Those pleading eyes, that both threaten and adore.
I don't know why I did this especially considering I felt 'his' presence there on the roof. But I was scared of him and the way he made me feel. Raoul was safe and predictable, 'my knight in shining armor', so I sang to him of my love. I knew the phantom was watching as I kissed Raoul. I was playing a dangerous game but I was scared.
AN: Lyrics in Italics are Christine's. Underline is either Meg or Raoul. Underlined and Italic indicates both christine and raoul/meg are singing. Bold is the Phantom. Bold Italics the phantom and christine. Let me know if you think I should continue this story. I have it all written I just need to type it up, but if nobody likes it I don't want to waste my time typing.
