Hey Everyone, This is my First story and I would love to hear feedback. I know some of you have read this before, but I've revised it! Enjoy!

Chapter One: The Tragedy of it All

It had been seven years. Seven years since my parents were killed in that fatal car crash. Seven years since I moved to the Metropolitan Opera House in New York with my best friend in the world, Nicole Giry, and her mother the ballet instructor, Janette Giry. Before the tragedy, I was happy as any other child was. I had a loving mother and a devoted father. My father was Gustaave Daae, a famous symphony violinist, and my mother was Rachelle Daae, world renouned soprano and actress, famed for her many performances with the London Opera. Throughout my childhood, they enriched my life with music, and music still influences me today.

Everyone said I had my mother's beauty when I went to live at the Metro, but little did they know that I possessed her talent for the arts as well. My parent's believed that there was a presence that helped all struggling artists to polish their talents, an Angel of Music, rumor had it. I never thought that this angel would help me, but that doubt lasted until strange things started happening when the Metro put on a production of Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber's "Phantom of the Opera" for my high school's drama department. Populaire High School to be exact.

In my first few years at the Metro, I had met tons of nice people. But I missed my longtime friend and childhood playmate, Zachary de Chagny, but we called him Zach for short. We played together as children. That was until the de Chagny family moved to the Hamptons to be with the high society they craved, and found ways to spoil their sons. You see, they were richer than God, figuratively speaking of course, although it did seem that way at times. I could never forget the day we met:

I was walking with Nicole on the beach near my childhood home, talking about petty, childish matters, when my favorite teddy bear slipped from my hands and was carried out to sea. Zach was near-by, fishing With his older brother, William, when he heard my cries of distress. He dove into the ocean to retrieve it for me, and not only got my bear, but caught a cold as well. From that day on, he called me "Mon Petite Ange," because when he first saw me, I was clothed in white, and he said I looked like a little angel.

We were very close since then, until my parents died, and then the de Chagny's moved away. It seemed like he disappeared from my life forever. The grief I felt was horrible, but at least I had Nicole as my crutch through those hard times.

Excuse me for not introducing myself, my name is Jessica Daae, member of the Corps de Ballet, straight A student, and unknown chorus girl, extrodinaire. Even with a slight amount of talent, the managers, Mr. Firmin and Mr. Andre, never notice you, that is without a personal warning from the infamous Opera Ghost of course. Most claim he's a legend, a myth, a mere figment of our imagination, but other's claim it's some pathetic prank played by the boys from Populaire High. I personally think that he's real, watching from the darkness, guarding me, and guiding me, NOT this ghost that others think!

I will begin my story from around Autumn of my freshman year at Populaire High, when someone who I thought had disappeared forever, returned to the place I now called home to change my life as I knew it. But someone else, someone I knew very little about lurked in the shadows, watching my every move, waiting for the right moment to be discovered. Although, some people who are hiding might not want to be found….

Well, was it good?

Bad?

I need answers people!

Chapter two will be coming up, and I PROMISE you will love it...

Chapter Two: Auditions