It has been 3 years since Christine ,my angel has left me in this hell .
I have regained the rightful position of the Phantom of the Opera
At the rebuilt opera de popular.
those idiots that ran my theatre have stepped down once more
"for there health"
The new own I have a a slight respect for miss Meg Giry.
Her husband the new patron misuier Alexander Banedochi.
For then I have lowed my salary it 1000 francs a month
Madam Giry still holds the dancers on a short leash with her staff in hand
As for I the phantom of the opera I remain in the solace of my music. every once in a while I leave meg a note of too just so she knows I'm still around.
the girl seems to now her place in this world she is a dancer and only that in the arts.
she works in the office trying to get more people to come back to the opera
she loves her husband and never steals a glance at other men.
yes I have seen them fight but mostly it's about money and not being able to fix the little things in the opera house and for my gratitude to Megan Giry following all my instructions t have helped them I have either fixed the problem or I had paid for it to be fixed
Now there is nothing to do it is autumn and everything is working out beautifully I sadly have succumb to a block.i believe that a moonlight walk would aid be but alas no moon
Faintly I see I am no longer the only one walking this evening,suddenly I felt a flash of inspiration
The little girl has lost her way
She has let people be insincere and sorrow stay
un-marred faces have harmed her dear
But being lost have taken here fear
someone was there hiding someone ...
Hello? She called in the every black darkness of a lone ally in which I stood.
Lost child why do you look for monsters in the dark
Little child one may even steal your beating heart
Young kid dear why do you still stand near
Young little thing why haven't you left here
I'm not afraid of you if that's what you must convey to me...I will not leave till I see the face that owns that voice,stubborn girl I only wish to help
To see a face of a monster I am not a caged animal for you to view you twist child my memory of those cruel years flash across my eyes
I am not twist I ask to see your face to see who I owe the warning tword
Young child to see my face means to never leave me and a little dove like you must be free, I meant to have sang jokingly but memories of Christine brought my voice a grief-fulness that sadden me.
You seem sad if you would come some what closer I might be able to help she said in a soft voice
I laughed ... Either this girl is very dim or she actually cares
I don't Need to see you but it would be reassuring to know I'm not going insane,...she cares?
Little child why do you invite danger? I said darkly
What do you mean and please stop calling me a child misuier?
I start walking toward her to shake her to throttle her to ask why she cares
You look like a man I see no monster before me
Why do you pity me child I said feeling my soul darken
I don't pity you I only wish to help
What if I take advantage of your help?what if I harm you?my eyes fell to the ground. As I spoke it it horrified me to even say it but she must leave I could harm her and if she sees the monster I am she will go to the authorities.i can't have that
Then that would be on my blood on your hands said in a far to calm voice
Wouldn't you family care for your death I say ing sheer shock
...my family wishes me dead
What?