'The Phantom of the Opera' went without a hitch. I found it very easy to act as Christine, since we were in basically the same situation. Chase was my Raoul, and the Phantom was…well, my Phantom. Throughout the performance, I pretended to be singing with the actual Phantom, but failed miserably.
Right around 'Seal My Fate', our Phantom, a kid named Joshua Trevors, who was actually a fantastic Phantom, disappeared. The Phantom told us not to cast an understudy, so we simply waited to see what the Phantom would do.
Seal my fate tonight, I hate to have to cut the fun short
But the joke's wearing thin, let the audience in, let my opera begin!
At the sound of his voice, I shuddered. The Phantom had casted himself as, well, himself.
No thoughts within her head but thoughts of joy,
No dreams within her heart but dreams of love!
I walked to the center of the stage, knowing full well what to expect. The Phantom would be singing with me, exactly like in the musical. Of course, I didn't let the fact that I was freaking out show. I couldn't. That's showbiz, folks.
As soon as I heard the Phantom's voice, I switched onto freaking-out-like-Christine-Daae mode. Not only did the script tell me to, but I actually was freaking out.
You have come here, in pursuit of your deepest urge
In pursuit of that wish, which till now, has been silent…
Silent…
Must I tell you the rest of the lyrics? You Tube, people.
Of course, you won't hear the right Phantom. Imagine mixing together Gerard Butler, Michael Crawford, and a teenage tenor's voices together. To you, it might sound a bit strange.
To me, it sounded like the Angel of Music.
For a moment, I felt like I'd been added into a Phantom of the Opera fan fiction, but the shock wore off as I listened to the Phantom's voice. As soon as we were both singing, every jaw in the audience had dropped. Quickly glancing past the Phantom's shoulder, I saw Chase. Tears shone in his eyes. He thought I loved the Phantom.
I did, don't get me wrong. Yeah, I was in a OC situation, wasn't I? Like a poorly written fan fiction story or something. I loved both, and I could only choose one. Been there, written that. Bear with me, people. It gets better.
We've passed the point of no… return…
As written, the Phantom sang his version of "All I Ask Of You". But he switched it up a bit, like a true Phantom would.
Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime
Lead me, save me from my solitude
Say you'll want me with you here, beside you
Anywhere you go, let me go, too!
Charlene, that's all I ask of-
Mouthing the words, "I'm sorry", I ripped off his mask.
I gasped as I took in his face. I told you to mix Gerry and Michael's voices, right?
Now mix their faces.
Truth be told, I was scared. Not only was it bedraggled flesh, but it had the same skeletal patterns as Michael's distortion. As I ripped off his mask, his wig came off as well. The right side of his head was bald, distorted and skull-like as well. Blonde hair covered the rest of his head in tufts.
I looked at the mask, which I had dropped in shock. A prosthetic sat next to it, mocking the Phantom's Michael-distortion. It hung limply from the side of the mask, and I could see bits of 'normal face' prosthetic to cover parts of his face the mask and wig didn't.
The Phantom was truly heartbroken. The audience was screaming madly, shocked.
"I'm sorry," I said, clutching his hand desperately.
"You can't love me now, can you?" he growled, pointing at his face. His hands squeezed my arms, pulling me closer to him. His distorted face was twisted into a menacing frown. "You prying little demon, you got what you wanted, didn't you? My story is not over yet. A new chandelier, according to the script. Hmm, what would Gerard Butler do?"
My eyes went wide as I realized his plan. The Phantom ran over to what seemed to be a lone stage rope, which we all learned the hard way, was connected to the chandelier's main control ropes. He drew a knife from his belt, which I hadn't noticed before, cutting the rope. The ceiling and chandelier shook, sending vibrations throughout the entire theater.
What had I done?
The Phantom ran back to me, pulling me to the center of the stage with him. I looked over at Chase, who had drawn his sword. He was talking to Paige and Hayley, his expression urgent.
The entire audience was screaming. I looked up. The chandelier was rattling furiously. A snapping noise was heard as one of the first cords holding the chandelier broke.
The Phantom grinned triumphantly, amplifying his voice to surround the entire theater.
"You shall always remember today as the day you almost caught, the Junior High Ghost!"
He swished his cape. Red smoke surrounded us, and we were falling.
A/N: Okay, I'm aware I went all Jack Sparrow on you there. I was watching Pirates of the Caribbean when I wrote this. More coming soon!
