A/N Hey guys! Those two wonderful people, who read before, thank you so much! I deleted that one and am rewriting it. It really sucked so yea here ya go!
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He's There
"Pitiful creature of darkness,"
"What kind of life have you known?"
"God give me courage to show you,"
"you are not alone!"
"Your music sucks!" my ten-year- old brother burst into the room saying.
"Mom! Alex is invading my privacy and insulting my music!" I didn't say this loud enough for my mother to here, but just loud enough to scare him into leaving.
I skipped back a few tracks to "the mirror". When it came to the part, "look at your face in the mirror. I am there inside!" I did hoping to see the phantom "there inside" my mirror. All I saw was my reflection.
I was an alright looking girl. I have curly brown hair and blue eyes. That particular day, I had on darkish eyeliner and mascara on to make my blue eyes "pop". My hair was pulled back in a messy bun with hair curling off the top of it. I was wearing work out pants and a black sweatshirt. I live in Arizona, it's the middle of July, and I'm wearing a sweatshirt! I know I'm insane! I picked up my notebook and began doodling in it.
My mom has some of my, what she calls, "art" hanging in the living room. She thinks it's great. I think it's terrible. I guess I'm okay at drawing but I don't want to sound bragish!
I was drawing a picture of the phantom when I guess I fell asleep. I'm not really sure though cause I pinched myself rather hardly and felt it… this is not the smartest thing to do because lots of times if you are awake you will feel it unless you have a deadened nerve… nvm
I was in France! (sorry this is lame I had no ideas how I should get there so the lame idea of falling asleep…well any way you get it) every thing was so old looking… there were no cars! Instead there were horse drawn carriages! Well back to the point.
There was a huge building that I recognized as the opera house! It looked slightly burned so I thought that it must be after Christine had left. How do I know the phantom even really lived? Oh right because of the scorch marks! Sorry having a conversation with myself.
I was curious to see if there was any one in the opera house so I wandered around for a while. Every thing was absolutely gorgeous! There were tons of gold statues, (not the nude ones of course) and lots of red silk. I continued walking on when something caught my eye. It was the stage. I walked in to find people cleaning up the room and taking the chandelier into another room that I couldn't see. I continued randomly walking around stopping to look at this or that. I came across a dressing room and decided to change my clothes, for I would probably scare the living day lights out of someone dressed like I was. I heard singing coming from the mirror. I leaned against it trying to hear more. The mirror opened! I wasn't in Christine's dressing room was I?
I went in. I followed the stairs down, down, down, and such, when I came to a lake. I crossed in a boat conveniently left on the side. I guessed that Raoul and Christine had just left. I heard very loud organ music and knew it was the phantom so I hurried across the lake to see him. I came to the opening and saw a man playing the organ. He was dressed in black and white with a black mask on over his face. My heart raced. "It's him!" my mind told me, "the phantom of the opera!"
I think this version is a lot better than the other one. It's still short but not as short as the last one+There is more detail and all that jazz. I would be very grateful if you would read and review! Thank you so much!
