I think my roommate is just beginning to understand how obsessed I am with this musical.

Tonight's conversation:

"What are you watching?"

"Oh! Phantom of the Opera!"

"…..You were watching that yesterday."

"…yeah?"

"And the day before that."

Oops.

If I owned Phantom of the Opera, I would have probably gone to a school where this would be considered normal behavior.


Chapter Twenty-Nine: Beware I am Fanciful

Meanwhile, safe and sound in the parlor of his family's large estate, Raoul couldn't stop pacing. Worry for Christine ate away at him with every step. He had been gone for less than two minutes, surely that was not nearly enough time for an ill fate to befall his childhood friend!

Before he could ponder all of the terrible possibilities, a voice interrupted his musings.

"Pardon me, Monsieur, but it you have a message."

Maybe it's about Christine. The mere idea made him snatch the missive from his servant's shocked grip and rip it open with less than suitable decorum.

But its contents were hardly what he expected.

Written on plain, black-trimmed stationary, the note was simple enough to understand:

Do not fear for Ms. Daae,

The Angel of Music has her under his wing.

Make no attempt to see her again.

-OG

He read the note several times over, yet still did not understand. Was this a jest?

Noting a lump remaining in the envelope, Raoul ran his fingertips along the inside, only to feel something surprisingly soft. Holding out the palm of his hand, he turned over the open parcel and started when a small, pink flower drifted into the palm of his hand.

What in the world…

Positive that this was some machination of the greedy, new Opera owners, Raoul let the flower fall to the ground, making sure to step on it as he called for his carriage.

He would get to the bottom of this.


Begonia: Beware I am fanciful, Deep thoughts