Twenty Years. Twenty years since the Opera had been left to rot, that was until Anderson William had stepped in. Being assured no one lived here anymore, especially under the Opera house, he had begun renovations of the once gorgeous place. Months rolled around where the building process had exceeded quite strangely odd events had set them back. What were these strange events that happened? Things would suddenly collapse at times. And they knew someone was doing this. Naively they thought it was a few rascals breaking in. Not a notorious killer that once hid in the shadows. The Phantom simply wanted to forget that woman. That woman that had tempted him so much long ago. It had been twenty years ago. Oh so long ago. His heart ached and yearned for his Christine to return. But he knew no such thing would happen. But after months of his chaotic mischief, he realized he might be able to draw back his Christine. She would probably be invited to back and sing. Yes, this is what he would do.

But soon time rolled around. Ten days to the opening. He had surely found out Christine would not be coming back but as for the special singer they were inviting an American singer. People claimed her voice was as sweet as milk and honey. The Phantom doubted this. Only Christine's would soothe his soul. His angel. His sweet, sweet angel. He was still enraged this (Name) would be coming here. At such a young age too, she had only been eighteen. There could have been no way someone that age could gain the voice as sweet as milk and honey. Not in his opinion at least. And Americans had such low standards. Today was the day (Name) (L/Name) would arrive.

"Mademoiselle, welcome to Paris, we are delighted to have you." Mr. Williams greeted the little woman.

"No, Sir William, it is my honor to come and sing for Paris." she had smiled gently. She gave William her hand, as he gave it a slight kiss. (Name) Hadn't been anything special but not normal either. She was a beauty, Naturally curly (H/Color) Hair. The most beautiful piercing (E/Color) Quite the crowd had surrounded her leaving her less than flustered. She had been a charismatic young lady. After all her family certainly wasn't poor. And she certainly hadn't been ignored when it came to suitors. And no acceptation for her as she had many young and older fellows approach her but she had ignored them as she chatted with Anderson.

"So, tell me, I have heard about the events that befell the Opera Populaire, So, why did you want to rebuild it, Monsieur William. I'm sure some patrons, if alive, would even want to come back." She asked. That stung Anderson's heart a little bit. He was hoping for the misses support after all. He had an admiration for the little miss.

"You see, (Name), I have been planning this for a while. And seeing as the menace had been gone for years, I figured I'd seize the moment and rebuild It." He gave a smile.

"I like that. See past the bad and move on. That's how it should be. Making a change that nobody else would. That beautiful Opera house would rot if it wasn't for you." She gave him a smile. He had smiled back. "Oh, and as far as my living quarters for the next few days are concerned, I will be staying with you and your parents, the ones funding this, correct?" She asked. He gave a nod.

"Yes, My parents and I are quite proud to have you here." he smiled. She gave a small chuckle. "Also, we will discuss your role and have you meet a few more of our lovely cast members and crew." he had said. He had admired the ones he hired. They had to be hard working. "You will be in the Opera Dido and Aeneas. You will play ad the lovely queen Dido." (Name) smiled.

"Yes, I know. I find it flattering you invite me out of all the Opera singers out there. Especially a American."

It had been hours and the two had gotten two know each other well. And after the girl unpacked there things, they headed out to the Opera Populaire.

The Phantom had been watching the chosen cast. He had frowned. Where was this supposed beaut from across the sea? And suddenly one of the workers, who was finishing up last moment repairs and details, Monsieur William is back with the lead!" he called out. The cast had immediately gone to see what was so special about her. The Phantom had smiled. He'd see her later in the Prima Donna's room. Suddenly this new voice yelled out of nowhere, "Opera Ghost!" she shrieked. He had almost thought somebody actually saw him. As everyone screamed a girls laughter chimed out. "Oh, so is the phantom here or not, surely if the Phantom truly wasn't here, no one would freak out." His heart finally started beating once again. People broke out in nervous laughter. That had to have been the American singer (Name). The girl named Nicollet had said nervously, "I wouldn't joke about it, miss. It's a touchy subject. So, anyways, lets hear what you got." she smiled. Nicollet played the Lead of Sorceress. The young miss was dragged to the stage with her giggling like crazy. Like she hadn't anticipated such eager ears.

"Just a song, or a song from the Opera?" (Name) asked. She wanted it answered. She had definitely proved eager.

"The Opera of course, that's how it should be!" Charles had shouted at her making ger flinch and she nodded rapidly. She cleared her throat, was she to sing with no music playing. She had started softly.

"When I am laid,

Am laid on earth,

May my wrongs create

No trouble

No trouble in,

In my breast"

This had been Dido's Lament. Everyone watched the girl in awe. (Name) could make all of the heaven cry. Her voice echoed off the wall in every perfect way. Her expressions showed pain as if she was putting herself into Dido's situation. The Phantom watched unsure of this woman. Her voice softer and yet stronger than Christine's. She had suddenly stopped feeling the eyes on her. She coughed slightly. "Was that good enough of a Demo of my voice," she asked. Everyone clapped. Including the prick Charles. She had smiled.

Nicollet had lead (Name) to the Prima Donna's room. Where the Phantom would be waiting for (Name). The Prima Donna had settled in as Nicolette had left her. She would rest for the day in here. After a while (Name) had gotten bored and went to the door finding it locked. She laughed slightly. "Very funny, Nicollet, Anderson!" She yelled out banging on the door. A voice had interrupted her cry's.

"My your voice is quite beautiful like a gem. Or a star." A males voice had complimented. (Name)'s heart skipped a beat. Out of fear or flattery she wasn't sure.

"Thank you, whoever you are, but I don't find this... this funny! Is this some sick joke to you. I will tell Williams! He will surely fire you!" She had hissed. Looking around the room frantically.

The voice bellowed with a laugh. "And this William, this fool, truly thinks he can fire and Angel. Your angel. Sent from the god himself to help you sing."

(Name) had looked slightly shocked. She wasn't sure to believe it or if this was all a prank. She swallowed her pride and was looking for words that wouldn't be too sarcastic. "Tell God I said thanks, but I sing for myself, not for him and certainly not you." She had said desperately turning the knob, the damp thing was too strong. "I never needed an angel and still don't!" she said jumping at what came from the Voices Mouth(?)

"Insolent girl, you slave for the fashions and your own reputation!" his voice thundered.

She finally screamed "Anderson!" she cried out as she heard a gasp and somebody rush towards the door to let her out. The Phantom watched through the Mirror. Gritting his teeth. Watching her run into his arms after he unlocked it. The Anderson he respected for his choice in casting. He would prove to be a trial.