Dance for Me
Disclaimer: I don't own Phantom of the Opera. It would be amazing if I did, but alas, I do not. If I did, well, I would be the Phantom's girlfriend. I can dream, right?
Author's Note: This story popped into my head and I have to write it down. I love Phantom of the Opera, but as I am an avid dancer, I always wondered if there was a same character only for dance instead of singing. Thus, this story was born. Enjoy and let me know what you think.
Prologue:
I've always wanted my own phantom.
Call me a starry-eyed, lovesick girl, but the thrill of having such a mysterious, sultry man obsessed with me made me feel tingly all over. I'm not crazy. That out-of-control obsession was like a drug to my system. I thought that only if a man felt like that for me, I would be complete, fulfilled, satisfied.
Really, I'm not crazy. Think about it. Wouldn't something like that give you butterflies and goose bumps? What if a man confessed to you that you were all he could think about day and night? Please, don't lie to me – you would be flattered. I would be on a high forever.
Never did I think that this would ever happen to me. I mean, c'mon, really? How often does this happen? Like never.
So, of course, it happened to me.
I met my own phantom. No matter how hard I try to forget him, I can't. He was a jewel of perfection. He knew what to say, what to do to make me go weak.
I still distinctly remember the first time I met him. It seems like it was only yesterday, but also ages ago. The time does not matter.
He matters.
Evan.
My love.
My phantom.
PS- Whaddaya think? Reviews welcome.