The Phantomess Of The Opera

by ErikaDailmoreThePhantomess

What if a man named Erik and his two sisters,Janet and Jessica, lived on the streets and were saved by Andre and Firmin? What if the Phantom was a girl and was known as Phantomess? First fanfic so enjoy the ride. Beginning based of a quotev story named "Learn To Love" R&R so I can fix things up. Expect at least 2-3 chapters on the weekends. Thanks, Erika

2. Chapter 1

Chapter:1

I'm So sorry everyone who followed or faved this story! I've been so busy lately that I haven't gotten into this as much. I'm trying, truly I am, to get chapters out but it's hard. So here it is.

"It's beautiful!'' I cried when I saw the place we were going to live from now on. We walked in, 'Have you heard of the story of the Phantomess?'' Andre asked. "Andre of course they have-'' they lowered their voices but my trained hearing picked up what they were saying, 'their parents died in that fire! Remember?'' Firmin replied hastily. "Monsieurs, You do not have to hush your voices about our parents death. It is perfectly fine," I replied when they had stopped mumbling. "Very well then! We must give you a script and get you to your dressing room! Oh and do not worry about your sisters. They will be in the orchestra! Girls you may come see the leading man's dressing room and-" I cut him off there," Pardon? Leading Man? I never signed up for that!" Firmin assured me, "You will take the place of Chris Duvall. And She will be pleased at your talent!''

I heard a small chuckling when we entered the office. Then a booming, yet gentle and feminine, filled the room, "You think I will be pleased at the rat you dragged in from the street,'' the voice sounded like the owner was spatting it out, "and he and his sister could have no talent at all!" I was getting angry," Mademoiselle! How dare you insult us like that! It was your fault we were living on the street!" I wasn't finished, but, by now I had found out where her voice was coming from and I advanced on the curtains behind the managers desk," You created the fire by crashing the chandelier on our parents! Then if that wasn't bad enough our little sister went mute!" By that point I was right in front of the curtains, and I reached my hand through them to reveal a secret area. I grabbed something; a wrist. "Smart, and brave. I am begging to see why the managers chose you monsieur. Very well. Now release my wrist and I will give you a chance," With that I felt the hand slip from my grasp and I turned around, "The script? And my room please,''

This was going to be a very difficult evening.