September 13th, 2020 9:45 AM

Cancer Ward, Central Florida Regional Hospital

Jamila C. T. Daye Room

Jamila POV

I smile as I watch Phantom of the Opera as I try to take my mind away from the pain. Phantom of the Opera is one of my favorite movies/books/musicals. I wish I could go see the Broadway but I don't have enough money and with all the chemo, it would be hard to sit still for an amount of time because I get nauseous half the time and would have to run to the bathroom.

I fall asleep at the beginning and the nurses will play it for me again if I ask. What I don't know, is that this body will be dead and I will be in the Phantom of the opera world. No cancer, no pain, I'd be completely healthy.

No One's POV

Outside Jamila's room

Nurses go in as soon as they hear their alarm. They tried to resuscitate Jamila but are unsuccessful.

''Call it. Time of death is 9:45 AM.'' the doctor says. the doctor then goes to tell Jamila's family the sad news.

The nurses cry as they came to care about the woman who had a sunny disposition even though she had kidney cancer and knew that there was a chance that she might die from it. She always acted so strong though and would make everyone smile.

When the family was told, they burst into tears as they loved their Jamila. Weeks seemed to pass so fast for the family as they arranged her funeral, had her funeral, and her buried in a graveyard underneath a Rowan tree as that was her favorite type of tree.

April 5th 1870

Jamila Cleopatra Tabia Daae (Daye) POV

I wake up to see Emily Rossum from Phantom of the Opera and I pinch myself. I must be dreaming.

''Oh, good you're up. Get in your costume and I'll do your hair.'' she says.

''Hey Christine is Jamila up?'' Jennifer Ellison, no Meg asks.

''Just woke up. She'll be out after she dresses.'' Christine says and I dress in the slave costume, skimpy though it is.

''Now for your hair.'' Christine says after I finish tying my ballet shoes. Christine drags me to the vanity where I can see I have my hair again. She brushes it and styles it.

We then go down and step in the powder and will start dancing when it's time. I remember at one point, practicing my ballet before getting sick. I then hear Carlotta sing and wish I hadn't.

''This trophy from our saviours, from our saviours, from the enslaving force of Rome!'' Carlotta sings and I wish to shut her up. She is holding a fake severed head while her maid and seamstress work on her overdesigned costume. The set is still under construction, painting changes are retouching and stagehands walk through with ladders, carpenters are still hammering the conductor, Monsieur Reyer, strongly resembling Lizst, is directing her from the orchestra pit. Madame Giry sends us ballet girls on stage. Christine, Meg, and I among them as we are favorites of sort. We are scantily and provocatively dressed.

''With feasting and dancing and song, tonight in celebration, we greet the victorious throng, returned to bring salvation.'' we chorus girls sing.

''The trumpets of Carthage resound! Hear, Romans, now and tremble! Hark to our step on the ground! Hear the drums – Hannibal comes!'' the men's chorus sing.

''Sad to return to find the land we love threatened once more by Roma's far-reaching grasp.'' Piangi sings as he comes on stage as Hannibal.

''Er, er, gentlemen, gentlemen, er...'' Reyer says as he will likely try to correct Piangi.

Lefevre leads Andre and Firmin over here to the stage as they fawn over Raoul and Madame Giry will not be pleased.

''This way. Rehearsals, as you see, are under way for a new production of Chalumeau's Hannibal.'' Lefevre says. We all turn to look at them, even though I know what is happening as I have watched the movie enough times to know.

''Monsieur Lefevre, I am rehearsing.'' Reyer says and puts emphasis in his words.

''Monsieur Reyer, Madame Giry, ladies and gentlemen, thank you – may I have your attention, please? As you know, for some weeks there have been rumours of my imminent retirement. I can now tell you that these were all true and... it is my pleasure to introduce to you the two gentlemen who now own the Opera Populaire; Monsieur Richard Firmin and Monsieur Gilles Andre. I'm sure you've read of their recent fortune in the junk business.'' Monsieur Lefevre says.

''Scrap metal actually.'' Andre says.

Erik POV

I watch my angel from above and see her cousin, Christine by her looking at the Vicomte with childish love. I only love Christine as a sister and want the best for her but I don't think the Vicomte as the best for her.

''And we're deeply honored to introduce our new patron.'' Firmin says.

''The Vicomte de Chagny!'' Andre says.

There's a lot of oohs, aahs, applause, and bowing except for one, my Egyptian angel, Jamila.

''You know, I still can't believe we managed to get him. It's such a coup for us my dear.'' Andre tells Firmin.

''It's Raoul!'' Christine tells Meg.

''Yes, the pompous buffoon that he is.'' my angel says.

''Oh Jamila, you know he didn't mean it.'' Christine says.

Meg looks at the two of them to know how they know the Vicomte.

''Before my father died... at the house by the sea... I guess you could say we were childhood sweethearts... He called me Little Lotte and well he called Jamila the Ugly Little Lette.'' Christine says.

I see red at that and wonder if I should let Phantom scare the boy. But then I think that we might also scare our Angel.

''Personally, I hope the Phantom scares Raoul.'' my Angel says, soothing me and gets rid of any thoughts of her being scared of me.

''Jamila! Don't say that!'' Christine says and I have to hold in a growl as since I see Christine as a sister, no one is good enough for her.

Jamila just turns away from Christine, but she looks a little weak. Did she miss a meal or two? (To which he finds out in this body, she did miss breakfast.) I then notice she's about ready to murder Carlotta because of her awful singing soon.