Sing Sweetly, My Phantom
Summery is of twenty-two year old named Ariadne who meets the broken-hearted Phantom at a masked ball and she instanly falls in love with him though he refuses it. But when the arrival of a more suitable suitor comes to her life, the Phantom may change his mind after all and tries his very best to win her heart. Rated T at the moment, may rise later on. Don't own the film or musical. Ariadne is a inspired name by my friend BG, hope you enjoy this first chapter.
"Ariadane, come on! We will be late for the ball!" I groaned again at my whiny sister's voice while putting on the final few touches of my outfit. There, I look somewhat different than I used to be. Plain and wore dresses that made me fade in the dark, I was a very silent and shy girl but tonight I bloom into a beautiful and fully grown adult. I place my hands together on my lap, staring at my relelection before me. Strong blue eyes from my mother Helena and my long auburn hair from my father Alexander, they have both passed when I was small and was a terrible time to mourn their deaths. Though they are gone, I can still feel their spriits guiding me throughout my life and I hope they are proud of who I am today. I rose from my stool, grabbing my mask and cluch from my bed and walked out of the bedroom.
Hera stood by her bedroom door, her arms folded and her face turned from me. When I shut my door, she looked at my direction and her jaw simply dropped. Her hazel eyes scanned every bit of me, I felt a little nervous of her constant staring but by the looks of things she seemed to be in awe. "Oh Ariadane, you look beautiful! All the men of Paris would be asking for your hand tonight, no matter what!" She gasped, taking my hands into hers. I smiled at her comment, feeling a hot blush rush to my cheeks. "Thank you Hera, you look stunning too. Robert wouldn't take his eyes off you at all." I replied which made her giggle like a child. Her laugh echoed around us, I haven't heard it in a long while and it seemed like a pleasure to see my sister so blissfully happily in her marriage. "Well, I never." Said a voice behind Hera. She turned to see her husband, handsome in a richly coloured tuxado that made his brown eyes come out. She relased her grip from me and swung her arms on his neck, kissing him softly on the lips. I looked at them with pride, Robert was a good brother-in-law and truely loved my sister like what my mother and father were. Hera relaxed her hold on Robert, taking his gloved hand into hers though she couldn't stop staring into his eyes. "Shall we go to the ball then?" I ask. "Yes, let's dance the night away." He replied, turning his heel and led his wife down the staircase. I followed them, thoughts of exictement and dancing playing in my mind.
Tonight was the re-opening of the infamous Opera Poplaurie, it was burned and damaged seriously three long years ago. There was many rumours about a love traingle between a Phantom, a opera singer and a vicount that led to many deaths that very night. The opera singer and the vicount disappeared, never to be seen again. Many say they died along with the others, some say they ran away from Paris to live a new life. As for the Phantom, it too disappeared and never to be seen again. They say it's dead, died of a broken heart after the opera singer refused it's love for her and wanted the vicount anyway. It was a very sad story to read about in the papers, though people soon forgot all about it and carried on with their lives.
As we arrived, we gasped at it's amazing sight. There before us stood a golden building with red bold words OPERA POPLAURIE and fireworks blazing the sky, making it a beautiful sight to see. Stepping off the carriage, we were surrounded by many people that had unusual or pretty maskes on their faces, it was time to put ours on and enter the building. But as Hera and Robert walked up the steps, I suddenly froze at the bottom feeling a strange pain in my heart. I gasped silently, placing my hand where it was and shut my eyes praying for it to end. Flashes of blurred images came into my mind until it ended with a dark figure that had a white mask on it's face, could it have been the Phantom? "Ariadane, are you alright?" Hera cried, snapping me from the haunting thoughts and the pain simply disappeared. I looked at them both with worried stares back at me. "I'm fine, don't worry." I reply, breathlessly. "Are you sure? We can always go back home and let you rest." Robert suggested. I quickly shook my head. "No, I'm alright. Thank you for your kind words, if it happens again I will go home. Now let's go in, shall we?" I walked on, leaving them staring at each other but followed.
Authour's Note: Sorry if it was a little short but chapter two will get things going, I hope you liked it so far and I would love to see some reviews with it. No bashing the story or rude comments otherwise there will be no more of this. Thanks again to my friend BG for the name, you rock for great names for stories.