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The Phantom of the Opera: Angel With a Broken Face: Prologue
It has been little over a year since the incident of the Phantom of the Opera. In 1871 during the first and final show of the Phantom's "Don Juan Triumphant" the grand chandelier fell and set fire to the Opera Populaire. That same night the Phantom disappeared without a trace. He had not been seen yet, but the vaults of the Opera, where it was rumored he had lived, were ransacked. However, they stayed left alone for it was said that they were haunted, for all one knows the Phantom could still lived in them. But one could only hope.
It was only a few months ago, I was walking down the streets when a young woman, perhaps two or three years younger than I, came up to me. I at once could tell she was slightly mad, however she seemed slightly familiar, she claimed to have the mask of the Phantom. I did not believe her, yet having an "unhealthy fascination", as my mother would say, with the Phantom I was intrigued. She wished 10 francs for it, which made me scoff, I would not pay one franc for a fake. But then she pulled out the mask from beneath her shabby shall, I at once knew it truly was the real mask. I had pulled out the money and was about to give her the 10 francs when someone called to her calling her Meg, I looked and saw Madame Giry, the one who had run the ballet at the Opera Populaire. I knew at once why the girl had looked so familiar! This was Meg Giry, the only daughter and child of Madame Giry. I was then certain this was the mask. Meg shoved the mask in my hands, took the money, then ran off.
From that point on my "unhealthy fascination" became an infatuation. I collected anything I could that had to do with the Opera Ghost. I even had my mother schedule my voice lessons for twice a week rather than once. I had began them right after the incident. I even began to visit my Aunt, the Countess of Charbourg, to hear her stories of the Phantom, after all she had seen performances in which he interfered. As well I began to attend the Bal Masques she held. (Possibly the most fun things of all, seeing as in her stories she told of how horrible and godless the Phantom was, and I hated it.) It seemed I had quickly fallen in love with him, the mystery, his (or so they said) angelic voice. An Angel with a broken face.