Heres an modren story. But it will suck because I really hate mordren retellings of the Phantom of the Opera, but I got the idea stuck in my head and I want it out soooo here you go. Have fun, enjoy and R&R if you will.I dont, by the way if any of you havent noticed, own any body in this story except Tony, Anna, and Drew.

See Ya all later

ShadowPhantom1121

Year 2006 New York City, United States-

She looked out of her bedroom door. She heard the thunderous sound of the piano. She saw her brothers poke their heads out of their bedroom doors a little way down the hall.

"He's never going to be ready for that meeting in the morning if he keeps on pounding away at the thing" the tall, lean boy of about fifteen said.

His pitch black hair, which was usually spiked, was all messed up from sleep. His brown eyes though were alert as ever. "Shut up Tony" a boy who much shorter then Tony hissed.

He was only about six, maybe younger, but defiantly not older. His brown hair was hanging around his face and in his eyes. He would slick it back in the morning. He always did.

Also his light, brown eyes seemed alert. "Don't tell me to shut up Drew" Tony's voice started to rise. "Phantom, O.G if you both don't shut up. I will personally do it for you."

Both boys looked at their sister. They knew when she called them by their nicknames they were in trouble. "Sorry Angel" Tony said, using her nickname, and bowing his head.

"Yeah sorry Anna" Andrew apologized. The twelve year old girl walked down the hall to join her brothers.

Her long black hair was tied up into a ponytail, her sharp hazel eyes flashing. She looked angry, but then she just grinned and said "wWhose turn is it tonight?"

They all grinned at each other and made their way down the hallway towards the room where the music was coming from. Even if it was two in the morning, they were use to it.

They pushed open the door and sure enough there was their dad playing the piano like there was no tomorrow. "Dad, do you realize what time it is?" Andrew asked.

The man nearly jumped out of his set. He spun around to find his three children standing there in their night things grinning. He smiled at them, though the right side of his smile was hidden under a white mask.

"Well I imagine that since you are here it is two in the morning" he said running a hand through his thick, black hair. His aqua colored eyes sparkling.

"You would be right and that means you must sing us something before we go back to bed" Anna stated smirking at him in triumph.

Their father sighed, but they knew he really enjoyed singing to them. He quickly sang them a song. Once he was finished, he smiled and said "Now off to bed."

They didn't argue with him, it would be futile anyhow. The three of them reached their doors, said good night and went inside to go to bed.

"Anna, Tony, Andrew hurry up or you going to be late!" Their dad yelled up the stairs. There was a loud crash, a huge bang and he was sure something was squealing. What was new?

As all three children came running into the kitchen, he handed them their plates. They always had pancakes. At eight he ushered them out of the house and into the car to head to school and work.

This was just another day for the Destler family. Thank goodness it was Friday. Tony was off to high school, Anna was off to middle school, and Andrew was off to elementary school.

Then Erik was off to work at the opera house. Yep, just another day.

130 years earlier in Paris, France-

Erik Destler, Phantom of the Opera, O.G and Angel of music was standing in a huge court yard. His mask gone his life over. He stood on a platform; a rope was securely around his neck.

How odd that the device I used many times to kill should bring about my own end he thought. Then for the first time in such a long time he smiled, a genuine smile.

As the huge bell tower struck twelve the platform beneath his feet gave way and his last thought was at lest there is no love in Hell. Blackness engulfed him and the Phantom of the Opera was no more.

2006 NYC, United States-

Erik walked into the house, only to be run over by a scared Tony. As he got up he grinned. "Hey, Phantom what did you do to Angel, huh?" Erik asked. "Nothing."

Erik highly doubted that, but said nothing else about it. He walked up stairs and changed into blue jeans and a black button up shirt.

That night after dinner, homework (which only took a good thirty minutes) and chores were complete the whole family sat down in the music room and their dad began to play songs and the kids would sing the words.

Everybody found this better then watching television. Soon it was twelve and everybody headed to their rooms for well deserved sleep, waiting to start a normal, boring Saturday.

Little did anybody know but the next morning was going to be anything but normal and it most certainly was not going to be boring.