To the Managers and Audience:
I do not claim ownership to The Phantom of the Opera. Just the characters and other stuff I create.
Some quick information on my character Christine Jacobson:
-- Grandparents lived in France, although she and her parents were born in England
-- Speaks fluent French and English, some Latin (her parents are scholars and teachers)
-- 17 years old
-- About 5'7" tall
-- Brown hair, brown eyes, slim frame, petite
-- Ballerina, though she does have a talent for singing
-- Very smart, sometimes sarcastic
Expect more short character bios as the story progresses. : ) I will try to update every few days, but I may only update once a week.
Please read and review!
Your Humble Servant,
J.F.
CHAPTER TWO
Christine
Christine tried to yell, to scream, to make any noise that would summon help, but another gloved hand was quickly placed over her mouth. Only muffled yelps escaped, lost in the leather of the glove. She squirmed and kicked at whoever it was dragging her along, but the figure's grip only tightened. Christine felt a small prick in the side of her gown, and immediately caved in and plummeted into a dark, foggy sleep.
Christine was slowly drawn from her slumber by a faint, beautiful melody. As she slowly regained consciousness, she recognized the music to be Beethoven's Bagatelle in A minor.# Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she gazed around at the strange place she had been taken to. The room was a masterwork of architecture, with a beautiful slanted ceiling. Across the top of the room stretched glossy, polished wood beams, reflecting the warm light of candles throughout the suite. A large mirror and vanity table was nestled in a corner beside a large, soft-looking bed, and a bouquet of roses rested on the bedside table. Christine slowly sat up on the sofa she had been placed on, rubbing her aching side and legs. This room gave her a very strange feeling; a mixture of thrill, curiosity and a side of panic. She walked over to the bed and noticed a note lying on top of the roses. Intrigued, she opened it.
My Dear Christine,
(it read)
You are resting in the Fantasia Suite, one of my greatest and most beautiful pieces of architecture. If you are curious about what lays beyond the room, go ahead and take a look. The door (which Christine had noted the room was lacking) resides inside the large oak armoire to your left. If you hear piano, violin or organ music playing (which she did), it means that I am in the main room. Follow the music and you will find me.
Always,
Erik
The Opera Ghost
The note fell to Christine's feet, leaving her hand trembling in the air. The Opera Ghost? The Phantom of the Opera? Le Fantôme de l'Opéra? Like in the books and movies? Christine felt faint. This couldn't be happening. She gave a crazed laugh. How could it be possible? People didn't just walk into the past. The year must be in the 1870s now. The very notion of it was insane. Impossible. She was probably just asleep, with the other girls in the sleeping quarters. Ohh, Christine felt dizzy. Very dizzy. She collapsed onto the bed and sunk into the feathers.
Erik
Erik's fingers delicately pressed against the grand piano's ivory keys, creating the music he hoped Christine would waken to. Beethoven's Bagatelle in A minor. Already he could feel hairs pricking up on the back of his neck. This soft, airy music was not his type at all. He would much rather play something a bit more intense, passionate; something to fit his mood. He wanted to keep working on his own bit of music, Don Juan Triumphant, but he didn't want the girl's first reaction when waking up to be total fear. So, he sighed and kept playing.
Christine
Christine groaned and raised her head. She looked at the grandfather clock opposite of her. Only five minutes had passed, but she felt a bit better. She sighed and stood up. She didn't want to believe that she had been swept into the past, into the body of this girl – Christine Daae – but she really had no choice. What other way was there to explain her sudden change of appearance and clothes? A thin smile crept on to her lips. The Phantom of the Opera was her favorite book of all time, and Erik her favorite character. However, for as much as she loved Le Fantôme, there was one thing she loathed about the story: the ending. Christine broke out into a grin. She could have some fun with this, and change her Erik's ending to be a happy one.
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# Beethoven's Bagatelle in A Minor, or "Für Elise" as it is fondly known by many, is one of my favorite pieces of classical music. You have probably heard it before; it is well-known throughout the world. If you own the game Dance Dance Revolution Extreme 2, you can hear it in the song "Speed Over Beethoven." Otherwise, you can search Google with "listen Beethoven Für Elise Bagatelle Minor" and it will return some results : )