Author note: Uh, this isn't even in Spanish.. I just didn't know what to call it.
Erik paced up and down the simple, underground apartment that he called his home. He was furious. They can't use his music and then neglect to pay him for it! Clearing the cluttered mess away from the laptop sitting at his main writing desk Erik sat down at it and put his head in his hands. He yanked the curled wig off his head and tossed it to the floor. He ran his hands through the remaining hair on his head and then, cautiously he looked up in the mirror at himself. Erik gave a loud sigh and buried his face in his arms. He was hideous, deformed, disgusting, ugly, monstrous and he didn't even have a nice personality to counteract his wretched appearance- he was bitter and violent.
It had been a few years now since he decided to lease the apartment underneath the theatre, because of the noise he got a discount on the rent, but it was still expensive. (Although, he did get free tickets to shows now and then.) Erik figured he could sacrifice it because music was his life. Music was the only thing that he found would not discriminate against him, the only thing that he could be recognised for without having to show the world his unfortunate face. So, Erik became a composer, and began to write his own music. Eventually, he would beg the managers of the theatre above him to listen to his music, and after much refusal and persistence, they gave in. They loved it.
Now, they were putting on his show for the first time and he hadn't received any of the money they had promised to pay him. Erik groaned at the thought of having to go up there to chase them for it. He hated going up stairs, he couldn't get away from the stares and whispers of the cast. He couldn't bear to let his Christine see him like this. He had been in love with Christine Daáe since the moment the first note she sang touched his ears. How majestic her voice was! How beautiful her person was! He couldn't talk to her. No, no, he could never let her see his horrible face. He had already been employed to tutor her, as her father had given him personal lessons when he studied music at university, but he did this via webcam chat. That required no personal skills, just typing at a computer screen that way she couldn't see his shy, awkward, nervousness. He had covered the camera so only hers was visible, and this allowed him to speak with feigned confidence.
Erik dragged himself away from his computer screen. He groaned as he lazily threw his wig back on, applied some make-up in an attempt to cover up the harshness of his disgusting face and donned a hoodie in order to hide his face further. Trailing himself up the stairs, Erik began to think that Firmin and André forced him to come up here on purpose. It made sense, he made them pay extortionate prices for his work, the only reason they complied was because he assured them that it would be the next big thing. He assured them they'd struck gold. Erik snuck into the building, lurking in the shadows in an attempt to stay hidden from the harsh views of the beautiful people who worked in this industry. He sent a message to Firmin and André telling them to meet him outside the main hall. This would save him the embarrassment of becoming a spectacle in front of the cast of his freshly written Opera. Both men shortly joined Erik outside the hall.