Emma: Hi everybody! The first world is my favorite movie, The Phantom of the Opera.

May: Note, people who don't live in the USA or UK might not know this movie.

Sora: So you might want to look up the story!

Riku: Try Google!

Kairi: We hope you like the chapter!

Chapter 5: A World Called Paris

"So," May said, walking back into the cockpit, "how do I look?" She had finally put on the outfit Gigi gave her. She had a black tee shirt with a silver star on it. The star was outlined with green. She had a green mini skirt that looked like a kilt. She had tan Eskimo boots and black socks that went up to her knees.

Suoh blushed and looked away. "Great…you look great."

"I'll have to thank your sister," May said, sitting in her chair. "When we get back, but that won't be for awhile."

Suoh thought about that. He wondered if Gig would be okay by herself.

May broke his thoughts quickly. "Look! Look! Look!" She squealed, shaking his chair. "I see a world! I see a world!"

Suoh looked up. He saw it, too. It was a large city that was in black and white.

"I can't wait! I can't wait!" May cheered, spinning around in her chair.

"Okay, calm down," Suoh said, grabbing her chair. He got ready for landing. "Listen up. Nobody can know we're from another world."

"What?" May said, fasting her seatbelt. "Why?"

"We don't want confusion."

May sighed. "Fine. Whatever."

Suoh landed the hip in an alley where nobody could find it. As soon as May and Suoh stepped out of the ship, they turned black and white.

"Wow! How cool!" May squealed, spinning around in a circle. "The outside world rocks!"

Suoh rolled his eyes and walked out of the alley with May.

They looked up at a huge, oval shaped building. It was an opera house. May remembered there was one back on her world. Aracely would often be in the operas. She taught May how to sing and dance, but Aracely would always be better than May.

On the door of the opera house it said, "Paris Opera House Auction Today Only!"

May grabbed Suoh hand. "Let's go inside!"

Before Suoh could say anything or blush, May dragged him inside the Opera house. When the two stepped inside, May and Suoh noticed the opera house was old and ruined. They made it just in time for the last item.

"Lot Six Six Six then," The Auctioneer shouted, "a chandelier in pieces. Some of you may recall the strange affair of the phantom of the opera: a mystery never fully explained. We are told ladies and gentlemen that this is the very chandelier, which figures, in the famous disaster. Our workshops have restored it and wired it for the new electric light, so that we may get a hint of what it may look like when reassembled. Perhaps we may even frighten the ghost of so many years ago with a little illumination, gentlemen?"

The chandelier suddenly lit up. Strong winds came from it as it rose up into the air. Everybody disappeared, everybody but Suoh and May.

"What's going on?" May screamed over the hollowing winds.

"I don't know!" Suoh yelled as he disappeared in the winds.

"Suoh!" May screamed. She watched the chandelier rise up. Everything below it was turning colorful. The opera house was being restored. Not only that, but it was going into the past!

As May disappeared into the winds, the world called Paris entered the year 1870.

…

"What do you think you are doing?"

May opened her eyes and sat up. "What?"

An angry woman grabbed May's wrist.

"Hey!" May sang as she was pulled up.

"This is dress rehearsal not nap time!" The woman sang.

"Rehearsal? But I can't sing or dance!"

"Then why are you singing now?"

May suddenly realized was singing. "What on earth? So, who are you?"

The woman looked like she was going to explode. "How dare you! I am the star!"

"The star? Your voice is terrible!"

"How dare you! You are a chorus girl, you nothing! I am La Carlotta and you will treat me like a goddess!"

Carlotta threw May onto the stage. Luckily, she was caught be another woman, but she was nicer.

"Are you okay?" The woman sang. May was amazed. Her beauty and voice were perfect. She had long, curly brown hair with brown eyes to match. She dressed up like a slave girl for the opera, Hannibal, just like May.

"Uh, yes. Thank you," May sang. She could hear music playing. "Who are you?"

"I am Christine."

"My name is May."

Christine pointed to a girl standing next to. "This is my friend, Meg. Meg, this May."

"Hello May," Meg sweetly sang.

"Nice to meet you."

"May," Christine sang, "you are young to be in an opera. There's another girl here who's about your age."

May gasped. 'Could it be one of my friends?' She thought.

"Where is she?" She sang.

"She coming later," Meg sang. "She was a little ill."

"May, who is your teacher? I like your voice," Christine sang.

"My friend taught me. Who is yours? I adore your voice," May sang.

Christine gave May a strange look. "I do not know who he is."

May suddenly remembered Suoh. "Is there a boy-"

"Okay, people!" Carlotta sung terribly. "Back to the rehearsal!"

"Not so fast, La Carlotta!" A man said, walking onto the stage. "I have an announcement."

The music, singing, and dancing stopped.

"The manager?" Christine sang softly. "I wonder what's going on."

"As you probably know, I've sold the opera house," The now former manager said. "So I have come to say my good byes, I and would like you to meet your new managers, Firmin and Andre."

Two men stepped onto the stage.

"Hello everybody!" The man called Firmin sang.

"We're happy to be here," The other man, Andre, sang.

"So, which one of you is the star?" Firmin sang.

"That would be me, La Carlotta!" Carlotta sang in high pitch. May thought her ear drums popped.

"Well, let's hear you," Andre sang.

"Think of me,
think of me fondly,
when we've said
goodbye.
Remember me
once in a while -
please promise me
you'll try.
When you find
that, once
again, you long
to take your heart-"

Carlotta screamed as the backdrop fell on her. The chorus girls gasped and began to whisper:

"He's here!"

"He's with us?"

'The ghost?"

"The phantom of the opera!"

A man named Piangi, who was married to Carlotta, began to shout.

(I think that's her husband….)

"You idiots!" He sang in a shouting way. He ran to help his wife. "Cara! Cara! Are you hurt?"

"What is going on?" Andre shouted.

"Indeed!" Firmin shouted.

An old woman walked out from backstage.

"Ah! Madame Giry," The former manager sang. "What does our ghost say?"

"This is a mad house!" Firmin sang when Giry held up a note.

"Madame Giry?" The old manger said.

Giry cleared her throat. "He welcomes the new managers and he says his salary is due."

"His salary?" Andre asked.

"Twenty thousand francs a month."

"Twenty thousand francs a month!"

Carlotta, sadly, was finally free from the backdrop. "That's it!" She screamed "I quit!" Mumbling, she stormed off the stage with a large group of people following. It was their job to keep her happy.

"Wait! We have a full house! Tonight!" Firmin shouted.

"She'll be back," The former manager said. "I don't think there's much more to assist you, gentlemen. Good luck. If you need me, I shall be in Frankfurt."

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Emma: And so ends the chapter! Yay! I wrote it yesterday, and just when I was about to finish it, MY COMPUTER FROZE! And I didn't save it… I cried…

Sora: Lesson Learned: Save Often

May: Next Chapter: "Angel of Music, Angel of Death" Bye! Please Review!