POTOlvr24:Im glad you love it. Well to say, my story and your story are kind of the same.
Chapter 3:
7 Years later.
"Jacqui?" Christine called into Jacqui's room. "Darling me and your father have something to tell you." At this point Jacquelyn was twelve years old, and so was peter. (I didn't classify this earlier. Peter is pronounced: Pee-ta) Christine decided that it was time she told the story of the Phantom Of the Opera to her daughter. "yes mother?" Jacqui came to the door. "Come down stairs we will sit in the family room." Jacqui nodded. "Alright I will be down in a minute." Christine nodded and left headed downstairs. Jacqui wondered what her mother and father wanted to talk about. Her mother's voice sounded somewhat serious. She hoped she didn't get in trouble. 'oh! Maybe mother is having another child! I want a little brother or sister.' Jacqui decided to go down now and see what her mother and father had to say.
She found them on the couch sitting and quietly talking. "mother? Father? you wanted to talk?" Christine patted the couch beside her. Jacqui came over and sat down. "Now Jacqui, me and your father always wanted to tell you this, but we were waiting for the right time." 'that didn't sound like baby news' she thought. "yes, go on." Christine said. "I want to tell you the story of my life at the Opera Populaire." Jacqui suddenly became very excited. "Oh mother I always wanted to hear that! You said you were a big opera star! And that's where you and daddy met once again." Christine didn't remember telling her daughter any of this. Christine looked at Raoul who had a guilty look on his face. "well, I might have told her a bit when she was younger." Christine sighed and shook her head. "what do you know Jacqui?" Jacqui shrugged. "what I told you. That's about it."
"good. Now get confortable it's a long story." Christine told her daughter. Jacqui shifted until she was in a comfortable position. She nodded to tell her mother shes good and her mother began. "well about 15 years ago, I lived at the Opera Populaire. I was just a chorus girl with my best friend Meg. She was more of a sister than a Friend though. Then when we the Opera Populaire was doing "Hannibal" Carlotta, the main soprano singer for five years, something happened on stage and she got fed up and left. They didn't know what to do, the new managers, then Madame giry told them that I could sing it. I didn't think I could, I had been tought by a great teacher, I didn't know his name and I still don't, but still…then when I sang I was a big hit. Then later on in my dressing room I heard a voice he was saying 'brava, brava, bravissima.' Then Meg came in and congradualted me. I told her about My Angel of Music and she said I was crazy." ( I do not want to tell the whole story that will be a big waste so im skipping to later on in the story)
"I don't remember to much of this part, for the angel of Music had me under his spell. But I do remember him taking me to a secret underground Lair…" Christine got cut off by a knock on the door. "I'll get it." Raoul said. He got up and disappeard behind a wall. He came back a few minutes later with A young boy behind his back. "Jacqui! Visitor." Jacqui turned her head and smiled when she saw her friend. "Peter!" He smiled back and followed Raoul over to them. "how are you Jacqui?" He asked. "fine thank you. Mother is telling me a story of her life." She turned to her mother, "would it be alright it Peter heard it." Christine thought about it for a moment then nodded. Jacqui smiled and went to go get Peter a chair. When she came back she saw that Peter was sitting in her spot. "Hey! I was sitting there. Peter, get up!" Peter chuckled and got up. Jacqui sat down the chair than sat down in her spot. "make your self comfortable, peter." Christine instructed. Peter shrugged and stayed where he was. "ok. Now back to what I was saying….He took me down to an underground lair, he took me on a boat. The next thing I knew he was singing to me…something about the music of the night." Peter knew this was awfully familiar to him, he just couldn't remember it right that minute. "He took me through his lair and then he showed me something. I don't remember what it was, well whatever it was it caused me to black out." It was starting to come to Peter. It sounded so familiar. "The next thing I remember is waking up, seeing him playing the Organ. He stopped to look at me then went back to work. I went over to him and carresed his face, then I fingered his mask…" that was it! As soon as she said Mask peter knew what she was talking about! That was the same thing that happened in the story his father told him. His father is the man in the mask!
Sorry this chapter was short! I thought that wasa good ending. Please Review! Review You lazy people!