A/n: Sorry it's been so long! I'm on vacation visiting My Aunt and Uncle
and three cousins. That's all the excuse I have.
Well, I don't own The Phantom of the Opera, and I shall simply say Gaston Leroux does. He created it, after all. I'm also not entirely sure on the words- I can't find the lyrics to this version. But it's still my favorite. ^_^
// = Italics and thoughts ^^ = Italics within thoughts }{ = sung
And sorry, this is a very, VERY short chapter. And it gets...um...a little odd.
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Chapter Seven (I believe.): The Phantom of the Opera
Piano echoed in the darkness. Yet no one heard its notes. Not a soul in the world would dare enter the Phantom of the Opera's lair.
An angelic voice joined.
"} Night-time sharpens, heightens each sensation.
Darkness wakes and stirs imagination.
Silently the senses abandon their defenses
Helpless to resist the notes I write.
For I compose the Music of the night.
"} Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendor
Grasp it, sense it tremulous and tender
Hearing is believing, music is deceiving
Hard as lightning, soft as candlelight.
Dare you trust the Music of the Night?
"} Close your eyes, for your eyes will only tell the truth,
And the truth isn't what you want to see.
In the dark it is easy to pretend
That the truth is what it ought to be.
"} Softly, deftly, music shall caress you,
Hear it, feel it, secretly posses you.
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind,
In this darkness which you know you cannot fight,
The darkness of the Music of the Night.
"} Close your eyes, start a journey through a strange, new world
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before.
Close your eyes, and let music set you free!
Only then can you belong to me.
"} Floating, falling, sweet intoxication.
Touch me, trust me.
Savor each sensation.
Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in,
To the power of the music that I write,
The Power of the Music of the Night.
"} You alone can make my song take flight.
Help me make the Music of the Night.{"
A figure stood and stepped away from the piano.
The girl had taken the job. What next?
/^Nothing^ next! There is no 'next'! She has a job at the Opera now. Time to just wait for her to forget me. It won't take to long.../ he folded his arms. Why did that thought bother him?
/Yes, very good, Erik! You're thinking about becoming her friend, aren't you? Fool! You don't need human companionship./ a voice he had so often heard in his life told him.
/No, I've told myself that. It hasn't been true. It still isn't./
/There's still Nadir./
/First of all, speaking with Nadir for an hour every two weeks is hardly 'companionship', and secondly, Nadir has left for the next month./
/You can certainly handle being alone for a month! You've done it before./
/That's beside the point. I don't understand why, I wish I didn't, but...I ^ need ^ a friend. I'm a human being! Just like any other human being, and at last I am admitting it./
/And what reason does she have to befriend you? Don't bother. Trust me. Have I ever been wrong?/
Erik thought for a moment.
/Yes, you have./ and he silenced that voice for the first time.
So, how did one go about becoming friends?
~
I'm sorry! I warned you it was short and got odd! I should have said 'very odd'. But things like that have happened to me before. RubyMoon2 claims it's because I have people living in my head, and who knows? Maybe she's right. ~_^
Thank you for reading so far. I promise the next chapter will be better!
Roses,
PhantomessAbigail
Well, I don't own The Phantom of the Opera, and I shall simply say Gaston Leroux does. He created it, after all. I'm also not entirely sure on the words- I can't find the lyrics to this version. But it's still my favorite. ^_^
// = Italics and thoughts ^^ = Italics within thoughts }{ = sung
And sorry, this is a very, VERY short chapter. And it gets...um...a little odd.
~
Chapter Seven (I believe.): The Phantom of the Opera
Piano echoed in the darkness. Yet no one heard its notes. Not a soul in the world would dare enter the Phantom of the Opera's lair.
An angelic voice joined.
"} Night-time sharpens, heightens each sensation.
Darkness wakes and stirs imagination.
Silently the senses abandon their defenses
Helpless to resist the notes I write.
For I compose the Music of the night.
"} Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendor
Grasp it, sense it tremulous and tender
Hearing is believing, music is deceiving
Hard as lightning, soft as candlelight.
Dare you trust the Music of the Night?
"} Close your eyes, for your eyes will only tell the truth,
And the truth isn't what you want to see.
In the dark it is easy to pretend
That the truth is what it ought to be.
"} Softly, deftly, music shall caress you,
Hear it, feel it, secretly posses you.
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind,
In this darkness which you know you cannot fight,
The darkness of the Music of the Night.
"} Close your eyes, start a journey through a strange, new world
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before.
Close your eyes, and let music set you free!
Only then can you belong to me.
"} Floating, falling, sweet intoxication.
Touch me, trust me.
Savor each sensation.
Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in,
To the power of the music that I write,
The Power of the Music of the Night.
"} You alone can make my song take flight.
Help me make the Music of the Night.{"
A figure stood and stepped away from the piano.
The girl had taken the job. What next?
/^Nothing^ next! There is no 'next'! She has a job at the Opera now. Time to just wait for her to forget me. It won't take to long.../ he folded his arms. Why did that thought bother him?
/Yes, very good, Erik! You're thinking about becoming her friend, aren't you? Fool! You don't need human companionship./ a voice he had so often heard in his life told him.
/No, I've told myself that. It hasn't been true. It still isn't./
/There's still Nadir./
/First of all, speaking with Nadir for an hour every two weeks is hardly 'companionship', and secondly, Nadir has left for the next month./
/You can certainly handle being alone for a month! You've done it before./
/That's beside the point. I don't understand why, I wish I didn't, but...I ^ need ^ a friend. I'm a human being! Just like any other human being, and at last I am admitting it./
/And what reason does she have to befriend you? Don't bother. Trust me. Have I ever been wrong?/
Erik thought for a moment.
/Yes, you have./ and he silenced that voice for the first time.
So, how did one go about becoming friends?
~
I'm sorry! I warned you it was short and got odd! I should have said 'very odd'. But things like that have happened to me before. RubyMoon2 claims it's because I have people living in my head, and who knows? Maybe she's right. ~_^
Thank you for reading so far. I promise the next chapter will be better!
Roses,
PhantomessAbigail