Disclaimer:

O.G: I don't own the phantom of the opera

Erik: I am the phantom of the opera! stalks around in a blind rage holding out his lasso

O.G: panics uhh Erik… throws Christine at him There entertain each other runs off cackling

Okay let's get this show on the road then. I decided to do a modern phanfic but instead of using their original names I changed them, there is not going to be any main characters that are OC, they are all based on characters from POTO, I am going for the idea of reincarnation so that is why I made the names different. Also because I want POTO to be real things, like the books/musical/movie do exist. I am going to let you guess who is who though, but I am sure some of them will be obvious . Mostly a rewrite of POTO modernized but there is going to be some changes esp. concerning some of the characters attitudes (for Raoul fans I have not made him weird).

Here we go!

Chapter 1

It was the same dream; she wore a white dress that was caked in muck, it looked as though it was once a beautiful thing but water had ruined its splendor. She was standing within a dark cavern a light chiming came from a room farther back, she followed the sound touching the cold stone wall so as not to trip. Warm candle light flooded into her vision and there sat a man hunched over staring at a small monkey which was playing a happy tune, it seemed to contrast greatly the mood of the rest of the room. The man looked amazing, his profile was chiseled to perfection and she found her heart skip a beat when his eyes looked at her that was when he turned his head. She stepped back in slight shock at the disfigurement of the other half of his face, he looked even more forlorn but after a moment he said ever so softly in a voice that didn't seem to match him at all.

"Christine I love you."

Rebecca woke with a start looking around her dark room, it was the same dream. Sarah would laugh at her, for she never claimed to be a phantom of the opera fan and yet here she was dreaming about it!

She got up and stretched, glancing at her clock the glowing numbers informed her that it was only 6 in the morning. She slowly opened the door trying to stay quiet in the large house she lived in.

Her father had died only two years ago so the wound was still fresh in her heart, but it had been nice enough of Catherine to take her in. Catherine was Sarah's mother and when her friend had found out that Rebecca had no other family alive she had offered her home.

She slowly walked downstairs pausing only a moment to look into the hallway mirror. Her long brown hair stuck out a bit from the braid she had placed it in the night before. Her face was slightly round, not in a pudgy way but enough to make her look innocent, her wide brown eyes continued this look but her full lips made her seem more like a woman.

After fixing her hair she continued on her way wincing at every creek that the old wooden floor made and pausing every so often to hear in the dark if her actions had stirred the others. She continued until she reached the bottom and then relaxed a bit more; the ground level was less squeaky. Rebecca opened the kitchen door and was thinking of making coffee; only to find that Catherine had beat her to it. She sat there reading the morning paper sipping her coffee quietly; she didn't even look up at her when Rebecca entered.

"Good morning Miss. Beldine, there is some coffee in the pot still." Rebecca smiled and grabbed a cup, Catherine could seem tough but she was really kind hearted when you got to know her. After filling her cup she stirred in her sugar and cream and sat down opposite of Catherine. Picking up a section of the paper she briefly scanned it, but her thoughts began to stray back to the dream. It had been the same dream she had every night ever since she had started university only a few weeks ago, she took a sip of her coffee and wondered why she was having such a reverie. She had only told Sarah of the dream once, she had been impressed since Rebecca had read the book once in grade nine, and seen the movie only when it had come out at the theater. She had never found the story anything special; her one thought had been that she felt sorry for the phantom, though she could see why Christine had left with the pretty boy. The image from her dream flooded back into her mind, she did find an odd attraction to the phantom though, something about him had left a mark on her heart. She laughed a bit at her foolishness, she made it seem like the whole thing was real, though Sarah believed that most of the story was true, she was not as much of a die hard a fan as her.

"What are you laughing at Rebecca?" Asked Catherine, caught in her thoughts Rebecca had forgotten where she was.

"Uh, the comics" she lied; the last thing that she wanted was for Catherine to think that she was crazy.

"Ah, well why don't you go get ready for school you have that drama meeting in the morning don't you?" She questioned looking up at Rebecca.

"Oh that's right! Hmm I don't want to wake Sarah though" she replied taking another sip of her coffee. Catherine shrugged her shoulders and smiled at her.

"She is going to the meeting as well so it won't hurt."

"It is just like my mother to do that to me!" Exclaimed Sarah as she walked down the street her black hair lay loose around her shoulders curling ever so slightly, she had a pale face which seemed to have just the perfect amount of red on the cheeks. Sarah seemed to really know how to take advantage of her darker look by wearing layered skirts that were loose and quite colourful giving her a bit of a gypsy look to her. Rebecca smiled; Catherine had turned on the light and pulled the sheets from Sarah's bed to wake her.

They walked up to an old building, the one thing that she had really loved about her university was that it consisted of a majority of old buildings; vines seemed to secure the stone with its leafy grasp while the tall wooden doors reminded her of a church. Opening the small door next to the main ones they entered the building, "Oh wouldn't it be great if there was a phantom here!" Sarah said with glee. Rebecca rolled her eyes at this, it was nothing new, her friend had posters everywhere in her room and she had read all the books she could get her hands on over and over again. She was a tad obsessive in her mind with the whole phantom of the opera thing.

"I could hear those eyes rolling from here" said a male voice behind them. Sarah turned around with a wide grin and jumped into his arms crying out.

"Jeff!" Rebecca smiled at him and refrained from commenting, Jeff was tall and very Irish, his light red hair and freckles would mistaken him for a Scottish, background but his accent said the Green Isle had been his first home, he was also another Phantom fan and it wouldn't be long before the two of them were talking about the latest news or fan fiction together. She continued forward leaving the two behind a bit, she had a feeling that they were closer to each other than they cared to admit.

The main rehearsal room was connected to the stage, though the practice room was small the theater was huge covered in fine art and wearing on its ceiling a few brass chandeliers. There were already many members of the drama group sitting around the small platform, she placed her bag at one end of the room and joined the rest of the group. Sarah and Jeff followed shortly after sitting beside her; the instructor, Mr.Ronald, was just calling everyone to attention when a commotion came in from behind.

"What do you think you are doing Monsieur, can you not see that I am not yet present!" said a high voice with a slight French accent. A tall thin woman with blond hair pulled back waltzed in. She was dressing in a bright red top that revealed just enough cleavage to make men drool over her, but not enough to be considered a whore; her long skirt did little to hide her shapely hips and she motioned for a man to pull up a chair for her, then she proceed to sit down, blinking for a moment at the director, she then waved her hand motioning for him to continue.

That was Laura, she wasn't really French, but had decided that it was the in thing to do and so had changed her accent. They had gone to school together before and she had always made sure that she was the center of attention; the drama queen so to speak. Rebecca knew that with her there she would most likely end up with a small role, but that didn't phase her to much, she never really thought that she would make it in the world of drama she was too plain.

"We have yet to decide on what we are going to perform, but there are several options here that I have collected from you" said the director, he was a mousey man dressed in a disheveled jacket and loose corduroy pants. He wore a moustache on his face and a head of wild hair, many thought that he was a bit crazy but all knew that his productions were always the best. Ever since Rebecca had first been introduced to theater she had attended every production that the university had done knowing that when she went it would be her on stage. Tuning back in she heard him mention the Phantom of the opera as one of the choices glancing at Sarah she smiled. Sarah was a bit red looking around to see if anyone had laughed at her idea, but many seemed to think that it was a good one, in fact what happened next made Sarah's choice the winner of the group.

"We will do that one" said Laura from her seat, she had her legs crossed and was smiling at the director. Mr. Ronald blinked at her and looked around at the other students.

"Does everyone agree with Miss. Clemens choice?" Rebecca looked at Sarah thinking that she would be upset that everyone would think that it had been Laura's choice but found instead that her friend had her arm lifted tall above the others. In fact most of the group had their arms up. "Then it is decided. This year the Drama society will put on Andrew Lloyd Webbers Phantom of the Opera."

A small voice inside her head seem to say that this was going to be a very interesting year.

There you have it! Chapter 1 :D Please R&R this is my first attempt at a longer fic so constructive criticism is welcome :)