Hello! I have a few necessary things to say -

1) The first few chapters of this story aren't original. Trust me, the originality builds if you can get through chapter 1 and 2.

2) This is based completely off the 2004 movie.

3) There are some typos, I'm sorry for that. In the new chapters, I've been trying to reduce the amount of mistakes.

4) THIS STORY IS COMPRISED OF THE EVENTS IN THE MOVIE, BUT ALSO DEPECTS THE THINGS THAT WEREN'T SHOWN. So, yes, Gerik is more dark and manipulative then you'd think, and yes, Raoul does have some entertaining moments. Oh, and...This story WILL continue on after the movie ends, and will only be finished when Raoul places the music box on Christine's grave.

So...Please read and review! Reviews are lovely and appreciated! :D

Christine Daae looked up in shock as she realized that she would, again, be late for rehearsals. "Oh no! Angel, rehearsals have already begun!" Christine jumped up from her seat. Then she flushed, realizing that she wasn't singing. "Madame Giry will be angry!" she sang while pulling her auburn curls back and sliding on her dance shoes. Christine always sang instead of speaking when she was with her tutor, it was one of the things he commanded of her. She didn't mind though, because he sang almost everything he said to her with his lilting voice. Everyday, Christine went into her room, and was coached by the voice. He was her friend and mentor, helping her get over the loss of beloved her father when she came to the opera house at the tender age of seven. Christine was now a beautiful girl of sixteen, and a dancer at the opera house. Her tutor had plans for her to be something more, though, and he often told her that her voice was purer than any angel's.

" When you return to me tonight, my angel, it will be in triumph." he said mysteriously. Lessons were usually at night, though for the past few days her angel commanded that she also came in the morning and sing on the spot, saying she would need to be able to sing without warming up. Her angel was demanding and protective, but Christine didn't mind, as long as she had his approval.

The young Swede looked around the room, and frowned. She had felt the angel's presence leave, so she also quickly left. As she stood looking back into the room, Christine pondered about what her angel had said, for he was getting even more mysterious in his ways. She thought of the emotions his beautiful voice stirred in her now, emotions that were not feelings a daughter would have for a father. Such feelings confused her, and she usually tried not to think about them. Her mind was a mess of unease and anticipation as she hurried to rehearsals, praying Madame Giry would not notice her absence.

Meg Giry smiled as she looked up from tending to her ballet shoe. "You're lucky, rehearsals are late today, for there are two new men in here, claiming to be the new owners of the Opera Populaire!" she said to a breathless Christine who just finished powdering her dance shoes. They went to the other dancers and began to start their routine, all the while stealing glances at the supposed mangers. They rumors were confirmed when the former owner came out and said just that, "Yes, the rumors are true, I am retiring."

The tired man introduced the new managers as Monsieur Firmin and Monsieur Andre, one a short man with a large mustache, the other tall with salt and pepper hair. The performers all looked on at the new owners with interest. The older dancers smiled coquettishly at them, whispering to each other," They must be rich!" Stagehands stared on drunkenly with smiles on their faces, and the ballet instructor, Madame Giry, simply sighed. "Let me introduce the new patron, Vicomte Raoul De Chagny." the old owner said. This time all the dancers stared, including Christine Daae. He was a man in his early twenties, with a boyishly handsome face and long curling honey-blond hair. He made a few polite comments, and explained that he was needed elsewhere, slowly taking his leave. Christine then whispered to Meg, "It's Raoul, from the house by the sea. I guess you could say we were childhood sweethearts." Meg cooed, "Oh, Christine, he is so handsome!"

He walked right by them, not even looking at Christine."He wouldn't recognize me," she said with a wistful smile, looking down at her revealing slave costume. "He didn't see you." Meg insisted, trying to comfort her sweet shook her head and began to dance with the rest of the ballerinas. The rehearsals continued with the new patrons watching. The diva's shrill voice irritated them ,so they went and watched the young dancers with Madame Giry. "Why, that's a splendid blond! "Monsieur Firmin said, taking in Christine's curvy friend.

"My daughter Meg." the elegant ballet instructor answered with a thin smile. The new owners nodded and continued to watch until a graceful, brunette caught MonsieurAndre's eye. "Who is that glorious brunette?" he asked Giry with a gleam in his eye. "Christine Daae, sir." she answered, hoping that they would leave the beautiful, but innocent gal alone. "A relative of the Swedish violinist ,perhaps?" She looked at the owner smugly and said, "His only child."

The song ended and Carlotta stormed over to the new owners complaining and saying that she quit. After a amount of fussing, it was finally known that Carlotta's costume was not ready for one of the numbers, and that she was annoyed at the attention mere dancers were getting. The new owners fawned over the diva, and got her to sing the main aria for them to appease her. The gentle piano music began to play, and the senora's shrill voice sang the sweet lyrics. Everyone grimaced and wished for it to end, and suddenly, it did! A backdrop fell on Carlotta and she toppled over, her large costume protecting her from harm. She angrily got up ignoring the owners' apologies, demanded her "doggy and boxy" and stormed out with her lover and the leading alto, Piangi.

"A FULL house, Andre! Do you want to refund a full house?" Monsieur Firmin yelled after the diva's departure. "Don't shout, Firmin. Surely there was an understudy?" Andre said, trying not to panic. "An understudy? There is no understudy for La Carlotta!" The conducter, a Monsieur Reyer, said in a panicked voice. The whole opera house was in an uproar, for this was a gala night, everyone who was anyone was coming!

"Christine Daae could sing it," Mme Giry said simply. The young girl looked up, shocked to hear her name mentioned. "What, a mere chorus girl? Nonsense." Firmin answered, dismissing the idea. "No, lets hear it." Andre said motioning for the now shy girl to come forward. Once she was in the center of the stage, Reyer said,"From the beginning of the aria,mademoiselle."

"Uh, this is doing nothing for my poor nerves, Andre." Firmin whispered. Everyone was still interested to hear the dancer sing, though.

"Think of me, think of me fondly, when we've said goodbye, remember me once in awhile, please promise me you'll try..." her voice was pure and sweet, and with her beautiful face, she could easily become the next leading soprano. Everyone's jaw had dropped, especially Meg's, for she had not known that her friend had a throat made of crystal. "I believe we will have a Gala tonight after all, Andre!" Monsieur Firmin said with a grin. From below the floors of the stage, a masked man smiled at those words. He knew that Christine Daae would star in much more then a Gala.

"Spare a thought for me...." Christine sang from the stage. She was dressed in a exquisite white dress with diamond star clips in her auburn curls. With her beautiful looks and her voice, which was as pure as a bell, she looked like an angel.

From a box seat, Raoul De Chagny watched the soprano with fascination. He knew this girl!

"Christine?" he said, realizing that the singer was his childhood friend and sweetheart. "It seems so long ago...I wonder if she still remembers me, as I remember her!" He hummed along to the catchy tune Christine was singing, and hurried out of his box.