So, like I've had this idea for a while and I actually know these people. I'm the only one whose name is changing. So yeah, pretty ironic when you think about it.
Disclaimer: I don't own the story that this one is based on. Crying shame too, oh well.
Christie took her bag up to her room above the dance studio. It was a jazz studio, but Christie wanted to learn how to break dance. She sighed and sat on her bed. The studio was built twenty years ago when Christie's mom was about Christie's age. She loved the studio; it was her favorite place in the world.
Christie was an average girl, she went to school, got good grades, had friends, but something was about to change. See Christie's favorite movie was Phantom of the Opera. She wished that she lived back then. Her name was really close to Christine. She thought it was really cool. She wished she knew a sort of Phantom. It would have been awesome, and if faced with a choice like Christine's, she would have totally picked the Phantom.
That night as Christie lay back in bed trying to get to sleep, hearing music from Phantom of the Opera resound in her head, she heard a soft voice. She anxiously stared at all her posters of famous break dancers, and Phantom of the Opera.
"Wh-who's there?" Christie said softly.
"It is only the Phantom." A voice right next to Christie's ear replied. The man was so close to her that Christie could feel his breath on her skin.
"What Phantom?" Christie asked more timidly.
"Your Phantom of course." The Phantom whispered in reply. "Anything you ask I shall do, or take care of."
"Can you teach me how to… break dance?" Christie asked certain that he couldn't. She just wanted to ask anyway.
"Why of course." Phantom said. It was one of his favorite things to do. "Lessons begin tomorrow. I shall come to get you."
"Ok." Christie whispered but Phantom was already gone.
The next day was Saturday. Her mother was teaching lessons today and Christie was among her students. She was by far the best, she just didn't like it. What she did like was that Phantom could possibly be watching, so she did her best. She was used in tons of examples, and her mother was impressed with her. So was everyone else, but along with being impressed they were also jealous.
Christie went up to her room after lessons. She had changed in the locker room with the other girls for a change. She heard their whispers of jealousy about her. She really couldn't care less. She had her own friends that didn't care how good she was at jazz dancing. Besides that she had her own phantom now. Speaking of whom…
"You're a good dancer." He said. Yes he had been watching her, and he was impressed. "Those other girls are nothing compared to you."
Christie blushed. She wasn't used to such compliments. "Thank-you. You sure know how to flatter a girl." Christie said. She liked hearing compliments like that, she wished she could hear them more often.
"It is only the truth, and the truth is often flattering." Phantom walked up silently behind Christie and put his hands on her shoulders. Christie was startled and tried to turn around, but Phantom wouldn't let her. "I will see you later tonight." Then Phantom was gone.
Christie was left wishing that his hands were still on her shoulders. But, he would be back tonight.
A/N: Oh yes, this is the start of a beautiful relationship that will take a turn for the Phantom. Just wait till Ross makes the scene…. Laughs evilly