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Chapter 1
The Meeting
The Place–The Paris Opera House, the year–1919. The once beautiful, charming Opera House was now old and decrypted.
The houses and hotels around it also were now falling apart. Down the old, cobble-stone street came a car. The car pulled up
in front of the opera house and out came a young woman. The young lady walked towards the door and gently pulled it open.
Slowly, an old hand came out and she grasped it. An old woman is slowly being pulled out and stands next to the car. The
young woman then goes into the car and comes out holding a little girl. With the girl in one arm, the lady grasps the old
woman and slowly they shuffle inside.
Unknowingly to the young woman and child, the old woman is carrying something of special value, something no one could
ever replace or remake, a mask. A single, white mask. Also, she was unaware of the small smile forming on the woman's face
as they walked the deserted halls of the Opera House. Finally, after taking the long walk, they arrived at the auction. There
were few people there, since many would not dare go back in there, and then the woman sees someone she recognizes :
Madame Giry. A surprised look appeared on Madame Giry's face as she approaches the old woman. They briefly hugged,
then turned to bid.
The time passed slowly, neither women buying anything since they did not want the junk from 59 years earlier, until the
auctioneer brought up a music box. Now this music box was no ordinary box. On top lay a monkey playing the cymbols
dressed as a Persian. The old woman gasps and gently tugs on the young lady's sleeve, thus indication to bid on it. The
auction had started. " Do I hear 15 franks? " he screamed. Someone yelled out 15, another screamed out 20. But the old
woman had bid 35, and no one dared to go higher. She won the auction. She was carefully handed the box and she held it
lovingly.
Then the auctioneer spoke of the chandelier. The chandelier that caused the great accident. He spoke of the strange affair of
the Phantom of the Opera and the young actress. He said they had fixed it to some extent and it could now be lighted to
frighten away the ghosts of the pasts. As soon as the chandelier was lit and was being raised, both women had a look of
horror on their faces aw wind whipped around then. The wind beat around them that then transported them back to 59 years
in the past……
Hahahaa I hope u like this chapter i kno it was kinda short but yea…..i will be updating my other story very soon….but iunno when…ill have the next chapter for this story soon…..prolly by either Thursday or Friday….so review and ill luv u forever…..
Closing statement: I watched her face from the shadows, distant through all the applause. I hear your voice in the darkness, but the words aren't yours….
The Phantom of the Opera….