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It was 1870, in the beautiful town of Paris, France. Their was a little girl no more 11 years old, Christine Daee, her name was, orphaned and alone. Her only friend Meg Giry and adopted mother, Antoinette Giry, all lived inside the world famous Opera Populaire.

Her father told her of an angel, would would come to Christine when he passed away, an angel that would produce beautiful music and teach her to sing. Christine's father was never wrong, a few days after his passing, Christine had been in her room crying when she heard a voice.

"Christine... Christine..." The voice sang to her.

"Daddy?" She asked through tears.

The voice did not answer her, only again called her name. It didn't sound like her father, although it had his commanding tone and love.

"Come to me Christine" He said again.

Christine got out of bed and opened her door. Hoping no one heard her, she followed the voice down to the church.

"Sit Christine" He commanded.

As he asked her to she sat down next to the mirror. The voice disappeared and Christine grew nervous, after all she was only a child and didn't know any better.

She looked around the small room, but could not see anyone. "Hello?" Christine called out.

"Can you sing my dear?" He asked her.

"Not very well" She admitted to the voice.

"Sing child" He asked of her.

She shook her head. "I don't know... what should I sing?" She asked of him.

The voice says nothing, Christine grew worried, what should she sing? Then the only song she could think of, the one her mother would sing when she though she was alone.

"Au clair de la lune, Mon ami Pierrot, Prête-moi ta plume Pour écrire un mot Ma chandelle est morte Je n'ai plus de feu Ouvre-moi ta porte Pour l'amour de Dieu Au clair de la lune, Pierrot répondit: Je n'ai pas de plume, Je suis dans mon lit. Va chez la voisine, Je crois qu'elle y est, Car dans sa cuisine On bat le briquet. Au clair de la lune, L'aimable Lubin; Frappe chez la brune, Elle répond soudain: Qui frappe de la sorte? Il dit à son tour: Ouvrez votre porte, Pour le Dieu d'Amour. Au clair de la lune, On n'y voit qu'un peu. On chercha la plume, On chercha du feu. En cherchant d'la sorte, Je n'sais c'qu'on trouva; Mais je sais qu'la porte Sur eux se ferma" Christine sang almost in tears remembering her mother singing it.

"By the light of the moon?" He asked her.

Christine curled into a ball, scared. "I'm sorry was it not good enough?"

"I didn't know a young child could know such a song"

"My momma use to sing it all the time"

"Hmph" the voice grew quiet. "It is passed your bed time" He told her.

"But..." She protested. "I don't even know who you are"

"You don't need to know who I am, I am your angel of music"

"An angel of music?" Christine's eyes light up. "My father sent you?!" She said excited.

"If that is what you believe, then yes, I was"

"How do I find you?" Christine asked getting up.

"No need to find me, when I need you again I will call for you"

"Goodbye angel"

"Goodnight Christine"

Christine ran out the door and right into Madame Giry.

"Oof" Madame Giry yelped.

Christine rubbed her head. "Oh I am sorry ma'am"

"Christine what are you doing down here?" She asked.

"Dad sent the angel of music to me, he asked me to sing him a song"

Antoinette's eyes grew wide. "Stay right here" She said concerned.

Antoinette walked slowly into the room only to see a shadow leave the mirror's view.

"Erik.." She said softly.

"Madame? Are you okay?" Christine asked.

She walks out of the room, places a hand on Christine's shoulder.

"Yes I am fine, but you must promise not to talk that man again"

"Why?" She asked.

"That is no angel"

She stamped her foot. "He said he was!" Christine yelled.

"People lie my dear you will learn this in time" Antoinette looked back to see if he was following her but he wasn't.

Antoinette gets her settled in bed next to Meg.

"It's time for bed, now goodnight"

"Goodnight Madame Giry" Christine said sad.

That next day during lesson, Christine was bothered about last night what had happened? Who was that really? She couldn't take it and started crying, her teacher let her be excused with Meg to escort her back to her room.

"What happened? Did you think of your father again?" Meg asked.

"Meg if I told you what happened last night do you promise not to tell any one?"

"I promise"

Christine hesitated for a minute.

"I met the angel of music" Christine confessed.

"You what?!" Meg exclaimed.

Christine crossed her legs on the bed. "He called to me last night, he asked me to sing for him"

"Does he have a name?"

"He wouldn't tell me his name" Christine said sadly.

"Did you see him?" Meg asked excitedly.

"No.." Christine said sadly.

"What else did he say to you?"

"He said he wants to see me again"

"When?"

"I don't know" She said sniffling. "He said when he wants"

"This is weird" Meg said.

The door slowly opened and in walked Antoinette.

"Meg you need to go back to your lesson" Antoinette said as she watched her daughter run out of the room. "As for you Christine, you need to understand there is no is no Angel of music, the older class men are playing tricks on you" Madame Giry said lying.

"It's not, I swear!" Christine shouted through her tears, pounding on her bed.

"Stay in here till you learn your lesson" Madame Giry said angry.

What is she so worried about I wonder? He seemed nice enough.

As she pondered why this new mysterious man was such a threat Christine heard him calling again.

"I can't go Angel, Madame Giry won't let me" Christine said sadly.

"Do you want to?" He asked her.

"Yes..." She admitted.

"You shouldn't trust strangers"

"But your not a stranger tho, I know you"

"What if I got the madame to let you visit with me? Would you like to continue our lessons?" He asked her.

"I would like to learn how to sing" She said happily.

"I shall be back Christine"

In Antoinette's own corridors, the Phantom, most of the opera house called him, snuck into her room and locked the door behind himself.

"Antoinette I do not appreciate you taking my protege away from me like that"

"She does not need your help" Antoinette snapped.

"I can see you care deeply for this young girl?"

'She is like my second daughter, I do not want you tainting her for your own liking"

"Tainting her? Milady I only wish to help her succeed, she is now penniless, and surely you don't want her on the streets now do you? I can see it now, Christine the world famous whore!" He spat. "I have chosen who I want and you will not stand in my way"

"If you are going to teach her, don't hide in the shadows"

"I shall do as I please" He said. "Now good day, Madame"

He leaves the room and moves along back down to the church where he plans to teach her the first steps in becoming an opera singer.

What if I did show my face, tell her my name, would she laugh at me? Or maybe pity me? How could I show my face to a child, she would be frightened of me, damn you Antoinette, do not make me come for you next.