Hola mis amigas! This is my first long phic (if I can figure out how to do chapters) and I hope you enjoy! Please review!
P.S. I don't own Phantom of the Opera in any language, size, shape, or form.
The Phantom of the Oak Tree
Somewhere in the golden hills of California, two girls lay on a picnic blanket, enjoying the shade of an ancient oak tree. Beside them lay a blue backpack full of camping supplies and food. There also on the blanket lay an oddly-shaped carrying case – a guitar case.
The shorter of the two girls lay on her back in a pair of jeans and a green shirt with the words "Think of Me" written on it. Her clothes fit loosely, perfect for climbing the oaks that scattered the hills. Her golden brown hair was splayed out like a cloud about her face. The taller girl, also in jeans, wore a knitted heather gray tunic and a belt around her waist. Her hair was a bright blonde with a few dark streaks in it.
Both girls were asleep, sleeping off their picnic meal. The sun had begun its descent even before they arrived, and it was very near the horizon. No one else was on the trails that scarred this mountain. They were the only people left.
The shorter girl dreamed she was in a snowy graveyard, singing to a violin's call. She often had dreams about The Phantom of the Opera, and this was no different. In her dreams, she could sing as well as her friend who lay asleep next to her, and oh, did she sing. 'Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again' burst from her lips as she echoed the violin's melody. Then the violin began a different melody, changing key. The girl twitched in her sleep and woke up.
After the girl had gotten over the initial disappointment that it was only a dream, she sat up, listening. The violin was still playing! Was she still dreaming? No, this was real; she could feel her heart beating rapidly. Quietly, she leaned over and shook her friend's shoulder. "Katie," she whispered. "Katie, wake up."
Groggily, Katie sat up, blinking her eyes against the last foe dying rays of sun. "Wow, we fell asleep. What time do you think it is? The sun's just set. Why did you wake --" she stopped talking. "Sophie, do you hear that? It sounds like a violin."
Sophie nodded, standing up silently. "Let's go see," she whispered, picking up her guitar case and backpack as she tried to pinpoint the direction the sound was coming from. Katie rolled up the picnic blanket and began walking slowly towards the sound of the violin.
Sophie paused a moment, remembering something she read in a book once. "Katie, wait. Stagger your steps so whoever's playing won't know we're coming."
Katie nodded. She shuffled her feet, paused, took two steps, paused, and took three steps, shuffled, and so on. Sophie did the same. She wasn't sure if it was her idea that kept the violinist from hearing them, or if whoever was playing was so focused on making music that they didn't notice.
Several minutes passed in which the two girls did this random walk-shuffling. Eventually they came across a silhouetted figure sitting in the crook of two tree branches, playing a violin. Sophie could only see the figure through a large bush, so she crouched down to remain hidden. Katie did the same.
They stay like this for some time, enjoying an incredible rendition of 'Wandering Child.' Then Sophie realized her foot had fallen asleep from crouching so long. She tried to ease herself to a sitting position, but her foot slipped out from under her and she fell to the ground with a loud rustling of dry grasses and leaves. Katie looked over at her in irritation as the violinist froze.
Sophie blushed in embarrassment, but the light was too dim for anyone to see. She nudged Katie as if to tell her to do something. Katie nodded and rose from the bush, singing, "Angel or father, friend or phantom? Who is it there, staring?"