Erik stood upon the roof of the Paris Opera, staring down at the Parisian streets below him. Good-looking men paraded around like peacocks with their good-looking ladies on their arms.
How wonderful it must be, he thought, to be good looking specimen of man and not a horrid ghost like myself. One of these days…one of these days I'll be the one parading through the street with Miss Daae on my arm and they'll be looking down at me from the rooftop. And I'll be walking above them as they hide away underground…one of these days…
After having scared the life out of a ballet rat and having a tea party with his Christine dummy earlier that day, Erik was in a rather good mood. So, being in a good mood, he decided to burst out into a random, yet relevant, song about his previous thought.
"Whenever I see someone more beautiful than I
And let's face it, who isn't, more beautiful than I?
I think of how I can make them bleed
And how I will get a makeover
So I can start my takeover
And then, and then… they'll be ghosts instead of me
And even with a face
That is 10 times better than my face
They'll wear the masks that I'll no longer need
They'll follow my lead
And yes, indeed, they will be
Opera ghosts
I'll make them all opera ghosts
I'll make them wear stuffy masks
And dress all in black
So that they'll remain unseen
Yes…
I'll make them talk through the walls
And to life-sized dolls
Of chorus girls, just like Christine
To be opera ghosts
They'll give up what means the most
They won't have their one true love
From the world above
Since they're forced to dwell below
Their only love will be the opera's current show
They won't have any mirrors to encourage vanity
In fear that their reflection will cost them their sanity
They'll wear their masks for the sake of humanity
They'll learn to enjoy it and learn to exploit it
Add fun to their lives as
Opera ghosts
They'll play pranks as the opera ghosts
Whisper in a ballet rat's ear
And feed off her fear
And make the managers go mad
With notes
There's nothing that can top those
Warnings from the op-er-a
Ghost
Ha ha ha ha
They're gonna be the opera ghosts
They will be depressing creatures
Known for their odd facial features
They will be the ones who run the opera house, the
Men behind the managers
Those idiots who own the theater
Do they have brains or knowledge?
Don't make he laugh!
They have opera ghosts!
Slaves…
They're slaves of the opera ghost
My new opera ghost trainees
Have to rule with ease
So it's crucial that they be
A clever devious genius like me
And though they'll protest
Their disinterest
In living life…alone
They're gonna grin and bear it
And make the opera their home
Ha ha ha ha
They'll be opera ghosts
But not quite as good a ghost as me!"
Erik blinked several times. Perhaps I need to lay off the morphine, he concluded.
And with that he made his way back to his lair to play chess with his Christine dummy.