One month later...
The Phantom looked out from behind the curtain of Box 5. He had been reeking having on the Opera House ever since that fateful opening day. He was now listening to Devon telling the company what the next play was going to be. Jeslyn was sitting in the crowd waiting to learn what part she would be playing. In the past month she'd dropped twenty pounds and doesn't sleep at night. Her face is pale and drawn, there is no sparkle in her once emerald eyes, they've gone dark. The Phantom doesn't look any better than her, his face is gaunt, he looks ill, and has a cough. Both anxiously await Devon to speak, "Welcome everyone. The last play went amazingly well, so for this season I've decided that we should try something a little more vocally challenging. We are going to do The Phantom of the Opera." The Phantom had a sharp intake of breath as Jeslyn sits, shocked at the guts that Devon had. Then she realized he wasn't doing this to challenge everyone, he was only doing this to hurt her more. "Christine will be played by Jeslyn and Raoul will be played by Jeff. Kaori, you will be playing Meg. The rest of the cast list will be posted tomorrow," he turned to walk away, "Wait. What about The Phantom?" someone yelled from the group. "Ah yes," Devon said, turning to Box 5. "There will be open auditions for the part tomorrow. No questions asked. The best actor will get the part." The Phantom disappeared with a twirl of his cloak, he had a plan.