Disclaimer: I do not own the masterpiece that is The Phantom of the Opera, or Erik, Christine, Raoul, etc. I do however own the character Mary Hannah, Jo, the song "One Kind of Love", and some random characters, lol.
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Mary Hannah looked at herself in the mirror. She felt-and looked-gorgeous. Her dress was gold, with two stripes of black circling her stomach and lower back. It was low-cut, and had thin straps. It was very thin, accentuating how thin she was. The bottom was all frills, but not too big, and the frills were cut shorter in the front.
Her hair was down, in curls. It was very nice, a bit bouncy but not too much. And her mask was her favorite part! It was simply black, with feathers painted gold. She had long black gloves, also.
She was wearing very thick black eye makeup, even though no one would really see it until the "after-party." Her lips were painted a strange mixture of silver and gold, making them shine. She dusted light powder on her face.
"Mary Hannah? Are you ready, dear?" her mother called.
"Yes, mother! In just a moment!" she grabbed her matching handbag and raced to her mother. She was so excited and nervous. The moment they arrived at the Opera House, she jumped out, surprisingly not tripping on her heels, and jumped around waiting for her mother.
"What are you waiting for me for? Go have a good time!" her mother laughed. Mary Hannah stopped to look at her mother's dress. It was beautiful. The gown came down to her feet, almost completely covering her toes. It was black and white, with streaming silver streaks. Simply gorgeous.
Mary Hannah smiled and ran into the Opera House, not even taking the time to look at its beauty like she usually would. There were so many people inside! Everyone was dressed in black and gold, or white. She could not tell who was who, and that was the beauty of this Masked Ball! She immediately started dancing along with everyone else, and singing along to their songs, even though she had no idea what the words were.
Masquerade! Paper faces on parade!
Masquerade…look around, there's another mask behind you!
Masquerade! Every face a different Shade!
Masquerade…hide your face, so the world will never find you…
A young man wearing all black approached her. His mask was simply a cheap plastic black that was just big enough to cover his eyes. "Would you like to dance?"
Mary Hannah laughed. "I am dancing already, am I not?" she loved messing with guys.
"Umm…yes. But would you like to dance with me?"
"There you go!" she giggled and took his hand as he held his out to her. They began to dance, spinning about the room. She didn't know how long. It seemed like an hour. Maybe longer. Then he took her toward the far end of the room, where a small booth held drinks and food.
"Do you want a drink?" he offered her some champagne.
"Umm…I'm only fifteen," Mary Hannah said.
"They won't get after you, you know…" he laughed.
"Okay, sure." She took the glass. "So, what's your name anyway?"
"Paul." He said, smiling.
"Paul?" she sounded shocked. She'd never met a Paul before.
"What's your name?"
"Mary Hannah."
"Mary Hannah?" he mimicked her shocked sound.
"Oh, stoppit!" she hit him playfully.
"Would you like more to drink?" Paul asked, noticing that she was done.
"No thank you." Suddenly there was a tap at her shoulder. She turned to see another young man, dressed in a white suit with a matching white mask. Well, half of the mask was white. The other half was black.
"Would you like to dance?" he asked.
Mary Hannah looked back to Paul and raised her eyebrows inquisitively. Paul pointed his head toward the boy, as if to say yes. Mary Hannah turned back to him and held out her hand of acceptance.
The Albino Mask led her to the middle of the room and they began to dance. Albino Mask was a much better dancer than Paul, she couldn't help but notice. After more dancing, they pulled over to the same spot for a drink.
Two champagne glasses later, Mary Hannah was back dancing with Paul. He was asking her all about Albino Mask, who she never learned the name of.
"Who was that?" Paul asked.
"I don't know! He never told me his name." Mary Hannah giggled.
"Did you ask?"
"Well…no."
"Was he a good dancer?"
"Yes he was."
"Am I a good dancer?"
"You're a good dancer. Am I a good dancer?"
"You're a great dancer." He planted a soft kiss on her cheek and she giggled. He pulled away and looked at her. "I think you're drunk."
"I'm not drunk." She said flatly.
"Oh, you're not, are you?" he smiled.
"No! I can't be, I'm only fifteen."
"What's with you and 'I'm only fifteen?' we're in Paris, love!" they started to dance at a faster pace.
"I'm tired." Mary Hannah said, after a bit more dancing.
"Let's take a break." He led her to the far corner of the room again, where they found her mother.
"This is my mother," Mary Hannah said, introducing them. "Mother, this is Paul."
"Hello, Paul." Mary Hannah's mother said cheerfully, shaking Paul's hand. "Nice to meet you."
Paul poured the two girls a drink, and they accepted with a kind thank-you. He whispered into Mary Hannah's ear: "What number is this, love?"
"Four." She whispered right back.
"Oh, no! You'd better stop now, you're only fifteen!" he said playfully. "Are you feeling better?"
"Yes I am."
"Would you like to dance some more?"
"Yes!" she raced out into the middle of the floor, where they were again singing that song, that song that she did not recognize, that song that she loved.
Masquerade! Paper faces on parade!
Masquerade…look around, there's another mask behind you!
Masquerade! Every face a different Shade!
Masquerade…hide your face, so the world will never find you…
Suddenly, there was a pause. The lights went dark, and a figure in red appeared on the steps. Mary Hannah had no idea what was going on. Paul laughed lightly. "Finally. I was wondering when the Red Death would appear."
Red Death? What? What's going on? Mary Hannah looked at everyone. They had amused looks glued to their faces.
The "Red Death" began to step down, slowly.
Why so silent, good Monsieur's?
Did you think that I had left you…
For good?
She looked at Paul. "What's this about?"
"Remember the Opera Ghost? It's just a little…skit, I guess you could say. To make jokes at him."
"The Opera Ghost?" In all her knowledge of the Opera House, Mary had never heard of the Opera Ghost! Well, it wasn't that hard to believe. Not many people knew of him. The government had tried to hide the secret for years. Can you blame them? The fact that O.G. got away with the things he did made them look like absolute fools.
She looked back to the Red Death. He was getting closer, closer, closer. It seemed that he was talking directly to her!
Why so silent, Mademoiselle?
Did you think that I had left you…
For good?
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A/N: oooh, cliffhanger! lol keep reading, gimme comments please!