Phangirl at the Opera

The trip to Phantasma was longer than she expected. It was also incredibly uncomfortable, as to be expected on the back of a crystal horse and carriage. Every bump was like her ass landed on a solid rock. By the time she reached the inside of Phantasma's flashy gates, she thought she had made it without being noticed. But of course, nothing went to plan.

As Ana went to walk away, hands grabbed both her arms and, surprise surprise, she was dragged into further darkness, quickly gagged and tied up by masterful hands which rendered her completely unable to move. Damn it.

Being dragged was perhaps one of the more degrading factors of the experience, as she was unaware completely of where she was going, and more so, where the hell it would lead to. Tension riddled her body completely as she expectantly waited. Wondering where they would take her, and indeed what the price would be for her sneaking. Thoughts ran through her head until the dragging ceased and she was pushed into a chair. Three people approached, obviously hired by the sideshow. She recognised them to be the one's who brought Christine, Raoul and Gustave to the show.

"Seem's we have an intruder." Voiced the woman, who's head twisted to the side like one would expect a maniac to, her eyes wide and searching. Obviously, the crazy psychopath was "Fleck", the only character which Ana could remember the name of from 'Love Never Dies' "Let her meet the Master." Voiced the girl, she stepped back into darkness. "WAIT!" Ana screamed like a banshee until they came back. "I'm here for..The Auditions!" Ana pleaded, assuming with so many shows planned, they'd be auditioning. So they did, they began slowly untying her. "Ah...We apologise, the Master will be disapproving to our actions.." Fleck looked sheepish and began leading her off.

Ana felt her heart slowly began to go back to normal. Beating steadily as she suddenly found herself in a group of girls. All streaching and practising. Ana saw her reflection and nearly screamed until a voice in her head calmed her. "It's been 10 years honey, I had to age you." She glared at her 26 year old self. Although vain, Ana admitted she was pretty hot. She was taller too, which made her grin. But her clothes were unmistakably 21st cenutry. "Fix the clothes."

The Narrator paused. Then before her eyes she wore a beautiful dress, sutiable for the times. She also had a purse in her hand. She blended with the crowds of women auditioning. But, her dress was nicer. "I'm glad you approve. You have some kind-of money to help you. I'm leaving now, so don't bother thinking for anything else. I've done my job.With that, he left her. Ana felt a loss in her head with his departure.

So she was alone, with all of the other dancers. They all spoke together, leaving her a little out of the group. On her own. Until, of course - A beautiful brunette found her side. She smiled with kind eyes. "Feelin' out of place too huh'?" The woman stood beside her with a grin. "I feel the same, none of the them have spoke ta' me. They're all the same groups from the other places, they know eachother. I'm just looking for my break." The woman giggled and left Ana feeling a bit awkward. "Sorry, I just tend to go off." The woman waved her hand with a laugh. Then Ana smiled also. "It's fine, I'm Ana."

The girl took her hand with another grin. "Pearl." They both waited nervously as the crowd began to thin out with auditions taking place, until of course, Ana was called in. They were single auditions for both singing and dancing. They were very specific.

She was surprised to see Fleck and the other two sitting in wait, watching her on the stage. "Ah, name please." Fleck's eyes sparkled as she spoke. "Anabelle Leroux." Ana wasn't too sure she had a surname, but as she spoke it seemed like she was told to say it rather than filling it in. The girl nodded and continued to write things down. "Okay, now we have to be very specific with our choices, the Master is very strict on his requirements. Do you have any past experience?" Fleck waited and Ana smiled. "I had the...honour, of being Prima Donna for many performances of Hannible and the opening performance on Don Juan Triumphant at the Paris Opera house." And with those words, Fleck went silent, looking at the other two, who in turn stared directly at her.

"You're..." Fleck paused, changing what she was about to say. "Over qualified for a job as a simple dancer, surely?" The girl puzzled, head turned to the side as she watched her. "The Master will be intrigued, I would say I'd tell him, but I'm sure he already knows." The girl mumbled, not aware that Ana had pretty good hearing. As she suspected, Erik was probably hidden somewhere, watching the auditions. But, by Meg's reactions to her performances. She doubted it. "Have you prepared a piece?"

Ana went to say no, but as she looked in the purse, she found sheet music to 'Think of Me'. The Narrator had prepared her well, whilst at the same time creating an awkward sense of deja vu. Ana placed the sheet music on the piano and stepped back into the position on the stage that she occupied previously. The intro played out and with it, she began to sing.

It surprised her to hear her voice so beautiful again, although vain to say. In her 'world' or 'reality', she sang like a toad, so to hear her voice, which had also matured beautifully, sound wonderful as it did. Well, It was a welcome surprise. To her at least.

The three sat with open mouths once she finished. Ana felt a little awkward, but they simply exchanged nervous glances. "You're...Over qualified." Fleck squeaked, mumbling something about Ana being "Far better than Meg." and that Madame Giry would "Kill" her. Now Ana was feeling a little on edge...Guns. Bullets. Meg Giry.

It was too much to process.

But, luckily for her they simply gave her a job without further auditioning and she was now on her way to the dancers quarters. But it wasn't that simple, the place was huge. She walked around endlessly until she seemed to find her track again.

Which was all well, until she passed the Prima Donna's room and heard the familiar notes from the music box. The Phantom was about to make his entrance...

Which he did.

With a loud, blast of music; she was surprised no one else didn't jump in shock at it, but of course they remained oblivious as they walked past. Leaving Ana glaring at the door as they began to sing "Beneath a Moonless sky.."

Ana used to love this, seeing it in the original London production. Ramin was enough to get her all fired up, but of course. Now it was HER Erik, singing it to a whiney Christine although he had proposed to her. Ana felt a spike in her blood. Complete and utter anger. She couldn't control herself as they continued singing. Ana knew the lyrics well enough, but then, as the song began she felt awkward. "That long ago night.." The Phantom sang.

Then she knew she would have trouble tolerating it. "Too dark to see a sing, too dark to even try..." She saw in the crack in the door, Christine approaching. "I couldn't see your face...Yet trembled at your voice." They were glaring at eachother passionately, daring to approach and backing away in a game of Cat and Mouse. "The music of your pulse." Christine gasped, to the Phantom, and he sighed. The continued singing as they remembered their little "loving session"

Ana felt once again riled as they sang, the fact Christine got a slice of the Phantom after everything just pissed Ana off more than she could bare. Once again trying to hold her temper. "AND I KISSED YOU!" The Phantom's voice boomed, leaving Ana trying her best not to use the damn lasso herself. Their singing getting faster and fuled more by their passions until eventually the words "Again and then again" shattered whatever resolve she had.

"ERIK, YOU DOG!" Ana shouted, storming through the doors with a grin. "Again and Again huh'? Making up for lost time, you dirty devil." She smiled, but the reactions she got in return weren't exactly good.

Ana hadn't thought her plan through as now she was left, completely unprepared as to what to do now. Both Erik and Christine staring at her madly and leaving her in an awkward position of being the recepient of two angry glares. Ana awkwardly smiled as she stood there. trying to think of what the hell she could do now...


Short chapter for now (Sorry for the wait too, life 'n' all, I'll have to start revising soon for exams!) Just bringing her into the story of Love Never Dies a bit more. MWAHAHA, crashing Christine and Erik's reunion. ;)

I hope you enjoy what's to come.

Thanks for reading (and waiting),

Jenny xoxo

P.s "Pearl" is the character from a one-shot/potential story of mine, Broken Doll. No clue what I'm doing it with it though. Just adding that in there x