Authors Note and Disclaimer:
This is a rewrite of Phantom Of The Opera the musical by Andrew Lloyd Webber for I haven't actually read the book so therefore alotof this story will include all the songs,stage directions blah blah blah as it is in this tiny booklet I have here which came with the Original Cast Recording CD. I own nothing but the story all songs and such belong to Andrew Lloyd Webber I mean this is a Fanfiction Site remember? Warning is that you must have a open-mind to read this but flames can be expected it is one way to roast these marshmallows! ^_^ Oh you might wanna read the prologue cause it's alot similar to the actual one but I made small changes, I don't really like doing a prologue.
Prologue
Stage of the Paris Opera, 1911
A small number gathered around inside the crumbling Opera house as the contents of the opera house is being auctioned off.
"Sold!. Your number, sir? Thank you." The auctioneer continues with a blow from his gavel. "Lot 633, then, ladies and gentlemen: a poster for this house's production of 'Hannibal' by Chalumeau" the auctioneer motioned towards the porter who nodded in response, "Showing here". The Auctioneer turns his attention back to the audience, "Do I have ten francs? Five then. Five I am bid. Six, Seven. Against you, sir, seven. Eight once. Selling twice. Sold!, to Raoul, Vicomte de Chagny" another strike of wood against wood from the gavel. "Lot 664: a wooden pistol and three human skulls, from the 1831 production of 'Robert le Diable' by Meyerbeer. Ten francs for this. Ten, thank you. Ten francs still. Fifteen, thank you, sir. Fifteen I am bid. Going at fifteen. Your number sir?". Moments pass as the auctioneer begins again. "Lot 665 , ladies and gentlemen: a papier-mache musical box, in the shape of a barrel-organ. Attached, the figure of a monkey in Persian robes, playing the cymbals. This item, discovered in the vaults of the theatre, still in working order". The porter reaches for the item and holds it up to the crowd as he announces, "Showing here" and sets it in motion. Raoul eventually buys the box for thirty francs.
As the box was handed to Raoul he studies it intently as he spoke quietly to himself and to the box. "A collector's piece indeed...every detail exactly as she said" Fascination? God no. "She often spoke of you, my friend..." Bitterness. "Your velvet lining and you figurine of lead...Will you still play, when all the rest of us are dead?" His words held thoughts of anger and jealousy towards the box. But it is just a box. A lifeless box doomed to the possible eternity.
"Lot 666, then: a chandelier in pieces. Some of you may recall the strange affair of the Phantom Of The Opera: a mystery never really fully explained. We are told, ladies and gentlemen , that this is the very chandelier which figures in the famous disaster. Our workshops have restored it and fitted up parts of it with wiring for the new electric light, so that we may get a hint of what it may look like when reassembled. Perhaps we may frighten away the ghost of so many years ago, with a little illumination, gentlemen?" the auctioneer turned to switch the chandelier on but not realising that his little speech produced a smile of amusement from one of the audience. "Brings back so much memories" would sound abit cliche, now wouldn't it? Memories don't just come back, if they're always there.