Hi. I know this was a long wait, and I'm afraid I have more bad news.
This is the last chapter.
Yes, I've found I don't have the time to work on this, business on the home front takes up most of my time, and most of my time and energy is better spent working on my other stories. Plus the Phantom obsession has diminished, leaving me in no mood to continue writing POTO fan fiction. So this is it. Thank you to QuillInkAndParchment for being my first reviewer. And thank you to beezlemongirl, stitchphantom666, Spiffy 107, Willowwind Audoris and LariaKaiba for reading and reviewing this as well. Phantom plushies to you all and enjoy the final chapter of The Thoughts of a Phantom.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Phantom of the Opera. 'Nuff said.
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The stage was set.
The house was full.
The fools that call themselves "managers" were sitting in their box,
Thinking the jewel about to perform was their find.
I know better.
Tonight, is your time to shine.
I took care of the toad.
And now my angel, it is your turn.
Dazzle Paris with your exquisite voice.
Enthrall them with your beauty
Both vocal and physical.
Now is the time that everything you, me, we
Have worked for, now is the time
To see it all pay off.
You step onstage…
…My heart stops.
You look…radiant.
And that's the least of it, an angel could not compare with your beauty.
You start to sing,
And Paris watches, amazed at the magic you create.
You are an enchantress my dear,
To them you are spinning a fantasy they cannot escape from.
To me…
You are a siren.
Capturing my mind, heart, body and soul
With a voice that would shame
God's finest choir.
You're pulling me into you,
I can't stop myself
Nor do I want to.
The last note vibrates in the air
As Paris, France, the world
Showers you with praise,
And I stand there, in the shadows.
Shaking, panting, sweating.
I never thought…
Never dreamed…
Intoxication.
You have intoxicated me with your beauty,
With your voice.
I am in love, there is no other way to describe it.
Pure love, Christine,
Love that will give itself only to you.
And now that I know,
I must have you.
I don't care what I have to say,
What I have to do.
I will make you mine.
I slip away as the curtain falls.
Oh yes…
I shall make you mine…
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Well that's it. The moment where I think Erik fell in love with Christine, after she sang Think of Me. Hope you enjoyed this fic. Bye.
Computerfreak101