Chapter 5
"Daaé…" a haunting voice came. I turned around and looked everywhere wondering who called for Daaé. I shrugged my shoulders thinking it was one of the male students playing a prank. Suddenly I heard breathing behind me. I turned around and screamed. Now in front of me stood a tall, dark, figure of a man. He had a black hat and cape and was wearing formal attire. I couldn't help but stare at his eyes. Eyes that were so blue they seemed to glow. He seemed familiar to me, but what had me was he wore a white mask. He stared at me with those eyes that sent chills down my spine.
"Who…. who are you?" I managed to stutter out. But the man in the mask said nothing he just turned away and walked. Curiosity bite me then and I followed him down the trap door, through a maze of hall to…. the prop room! I carefully followed him in there. The room filled with odds and ends, an organ, and a piano. Then I saw him facing the wall in concentration. I slowly walked to him and was about to touch his shoulder when he swung around. I stood there frozen; unable to move; scared to death.
"Who are you and what is your purpose for being here?" he said coldly.
"Well… uh… my name?" was all that came out of my mouth. I saw that his impatience was growing.
"My name is Stephanie de Chagny granddaughter of Christine Daaé- Chagny and my purpose is pure curiosity!" I managed to squeak out. The man thought for a moment and turned going to the organ.
"So who in the Heavens are you, sir?" I asked rather upset. He then got up, walking up to me. He seemed to stand at six foot one, over powering, and strong he looked young, perhaps in his twenties.
"My dear, have you ever heard of The Phantom of the Opera?" his cold stare paralyzed me.
"Daaé…" a haunting voice came. I turned around and looked everywhere wondering who called for Daaé. I shrugged my shoulders thinking it was one of the male students playing a prank. Suddenly I heard breathing behind me. I turned around and screamed. Now in front of me stood a tall, dark, figure of a man. He had a black hat and cape and was wearing formal attire. I couldn't help but stare at his eyes. Eyes that were so blue they seemed to glow. He seemed familiar to me, but what had me was he wore a white mask. He stared at me with those eyes that sent chills down my spine.
"Who…. who are you?" I managed to stutter out. But the man in the mask said nothing he just turned away and walked. Curiosity bite me then and I followed him down the trap door, through a maze of hall to…. the prop room! I carefully followed him in there. The room filled with odds and ends, an organ, and a piano. Then I saw him facing the wall in concentration. I slowly walked to him and was about to touch his shoulder when he swung around. I stood there frozen; unable to move; scared to death.
"Who are you and what is your purpose for being here?" he said coldly.
"Well… uh… my name?" was all that came out of my mouth. I saw that his impatience was growing.
"My name is Stephanie de Chagny granddaughter of Christine Daaé- Chagny and my purpose is pure curiosity!" I managed to squeak out. The man thought for a moment and turned going to the organ.
"So who in the Heavens are you, sir?" I asked rather upset. He then got up, walking up to me. He seemed to stand at six foot one, over powering, and strong he looked young, perhaps in his twenties.
"My dear, have you ever heard of The Phantom of the Opera?" his cold stare paralyzed me.