Hello my Phantom fans, I am back! First, I want to say Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and Happy New Years!

I am sorry that I did not update. I have been very busy for the past couple of months. My job, studying for my exam, and spending time with my family. Again, the next chapter will take some time because of life and my next update is my "My Magical Wish" story. Please be patient with me.

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Brie's POV

Finally, we are here! After three long days, we finally reached Manhattan, New York. I must admit, this time period of New York City is a lot smaller than the 21st century. Less skyscrapers, no taxi drivers, and no Times Square Jumbo Screen. My head is still spinning from the time traveling.

Right now, I was having a hard time getting use to my outfit. I wore a long red dress, black heeled boots, and enormous red hat with white flowers. I swear I felt as if I would topple over because of the weight of the hat. Thank god no one noticed I wasn't wearing the corset. I still refuse to wear that death trap.

Before we packed up our things, Christine, Raoul, Adam, and I discussed the plans when we docked. Raoul informed me that the boat was porting at Pier 69 and a carriage from The Metropolitan Opera House will be here waiting for us. As we walked to the gang plank, I swear I could hear a commotion.

I stopped walking when I heard someone shout out loud, "Hey, there she is!"

I was shocked to see that standing on the dockside were reporters and photographers. It was interesting to see old cameras with the smoke flashes. The reporters had notepads and pencils to write for the newspapers. I smiled softly as I grabbed the handle bar and slowly walked down the plank.

FLASH!

I stopped walking when a flashbulb exploded. I closed my eyes as the bright lights flashed all around me. I was starting to see spots. The camera flashes were so bright that I nearly lost my footing. Before I could slip on the gateway, I felt someone's hand grasping mine and wrapped their arm around my waist. I looked up to see it was Adam.

"Thanks, that would have been a nasty fall." I said softly.

Adam smiled softly as he helped me straighten up. "Glad to be the one to catch you," he said.

As we slowly continued down the gateway, reporters and photographers nearly rushed to me. I was completely overwhelmed with all the attention. While the media was trying to get close to my face, Adam and Raoul stood in front of me. I could tell they were trying to get the media away as Christine, Gustave, and I slowly walked down.

The reporters and photographers were pushing Adam, Raoul, and the police as they cried out: "Brieanna Daaé! Brieanna Daaé! Over here! This way!"

I looked around at the reporters, who were trying to get their notepads ready to write a comment from me. The photographers were trying to get a good shot of me with their cameras. I felt something tug my hand. I looked down to see it was Gustave.

"Does this normally happen Aunt Brieanna?" he asked.

Christine and I looked at each other before giggling. "I guess so. Maybe most of the time." I answered.

I looked up when I heard Raoul say to the crowd, "No pictures please! Do not take a picture of the boy, my wife, or Brieanna! Could you all please back up?"

The reporters however ignored him as they all shouted out questions and comments. "Brieanna, how does it feel to finally sing at America? Why did Raoul make you wait so long to sing in the States? Can you give us a smile? What song will you sing? We heard rumors about you and a new lover; is it true? Will you decide to stay longer in New York?"

I looked around, trying to figure out if I should answer any question or try to run away. I took a deep breath and made my decision. I placed my hands on both Raoul's and Adam's shoulders, letting them know that it was okay and I was grateful for the protection. Raoul walked back to Christine and Gustave, but Adam stayed close to me.

"Well… I have always wanted to come to America. However, I was still touring in Europe and we decided to have a break before coming here. I do love to sing and act. However, I wanted to spend some time with my family, before coming here. I am excited to be in New York," I lied. I was shocked of how good of a lie it was. Man, I am so glad I have been in theater for a long time.

Before I could make another comment, reporters started to ask more questions, while the cameras kept on flashing. I looked at Adam becoming a little bit nervous. Maybe I should not have said anything. Adam must have notice my nervousness, so he wrapped his arm around me for comfort.

Raoul stepped forward and said to the press. "All right, thank you for your time. However, we must-"

"Miss Daaé, what about the rumors that happened in Monte Carlo? Is it true that about the fortune is gone because someone spent it all on a roulette table?" asked one of the reporters as his eyes gazed at Raoul.

My eyes widened and I instantly looked at Raoul. I could see his face turning red and he was shaking. He really hates the press. Did he lose all the money to gambling like in the musical? Is that why he is so stressed?

"That's a lie!" cried out Raoul. "Whoever started that rumor, it's fake."

"Father-"

"Not now Gustave," Raoul said sternly to his son.

"So, your sister-in-law is not using her art for payin' off your gambling debts? You are her manager, correct? So why are you spending more time at the casinos and not being a better manager or brother-in-law?" asked the same reporter.

At that moment, the press was still and quiet. Raoul's eyes widen with disbelief. All of the sudden, the reporters and photographers started to yell out questions and comments all at once again. That was the last straw for Raoul. He looked like he wanted to strangle the reporter.

I stepped towards Raoul as he shouted out loud, "Why, you insolent jackal! How dare you-"

Suddenly, a loud and young voice cried out, "Hey, will you all calm down? You are giving my Aunt a headache!"

I gasped and looked down to see that the brave soul who shouted was Gustave. The crowd went silent as they stared at my nephew. Christine gulped as she pulled Gustave closer to her. I looked at Raoul to see he was stunned. Suddenly, the crowd exploded into laughter. Gustave's face turned red as he shielded his face in his Mother's dress.

"It's all right honey. You did what you thought was right," Christine whispered as she comforts her son.

"That is some brave kid you have there Madame de Chagny," exclaimed one reporter as he chuckled.

Christine smiled as she said, "Thank you. He is my pride and joy."

Raoul, cleared his throat as he said, "Thank you for your time. However, we must be on our-"

Unexpectedly, all the reporters turned their questions to Gustave. "Hey kid, how does it feel that your Aunt is famous? Do you wish you Mother was famous like Brieanna? Do you wish your Mother continued to dance? Is this your first time in America? What do you want to do in Coney Island?"

That last question caught my attention. Coney Island? I thought we were going to The Metropolitan Opera House.

Before I could say anything, Gustave looked up and said meekly, "Well… I want to learn how to swim."

The crowd laughed at Gustave's comment. I remembered that he cannot swim. Maybe I could teach him.

Adam walked up to one of the people who works on the ports and asked, "Excuse me sir, but do you know when the carriage for the Metropolitan Opera House will arrive? We were told by Mr. Bodor that the carriage would be here waiting for us."

One of the reporters heard Adam and said, "I believe you are mistaken sir. Brieanna is not singing at the Metropolitan Opera House. She is singing at Phantasma."

My heart stopped and I lost my breath. I looked at the reporter as my eyes widened with disbelief. I am singing at where? Did he say Phantasma? If Phantasma is here… does that mean Erik is here too? Raoul was not happy with the sudden news.

"What are you babbling about? Brieanna is singing at-"

"Father look," Gustave interrupted Raoul as he grabbed his arm. He pointed out on the road and said, "Right over there… Across the square… What is it?"

All heads turned to see a carriage appear around the corner. However, it was no ordinary carriage at all. The carriage was not being pulled by horses. There must be a mechanism inside the carriage to make it move, like a car. The carriage was dark and the design looked very Victorian. It suddenly came to a complete stop right in front of everyone. I slowly walked forward to marvel at this unique masterpiece. I looked at the driver, but his face seemed to be completely obscured.

As I was about to touch the carriage, the doors opened. I took a step back and the audience gasped and stared. They were all entranced by this spectacular display. Slowly three figures step out of the carriage. One man was very tall and slim. He had a top hat and his nose was long. However, his eyes looked like snake eyes. The other man was very plump. He was holding a cane and had a small round hat. One of his eyebrows was higher and longer than his other one. The last person was a female. Her lips were bright red and her red hair looked like cones sticking on the side of her head. She was about three feet tall. Gustave was taller than her.

My eyes caught the eyes of the snake man. He smiled at me. I had to hold a gasp when I saw his sharp pointy teeth. He walked so gracefully like he was on water. He grasped my hand and slowly led me to the carriage.

"Welcome friends! Welcome to America! Are you ready to begin? Are you ready to get on?" he sang before releasing my hand. He looked over my shoulder and walked towards Christine and Gustave. "You're about to start out on the journey of your lives."

Christine held her son's hand tightly as the man knelt in front of Gustave. The snake man reached behind my nephew's ear and he slowly pulled out a colored handkerchief.

"Amazing! How did you do that?" asked Gustave in wonder as he inspected the handkerchief.

"Magic my young friend," he said to my nephew with a smile.

Raoul however was not impressed. He marched right up to the snake man and demanded, "Is this some kind of joke?"

"No, it's a publicity stunt for that freak show on Coney," I heard someone in the crowd call out. The crowd started to laugh again. I glared at the reporters. How dare they call them freaks. They are human beings!

"It's a front-page feature, that's what it is! You getting this, Smitty?" a reporter asked his camera man.

The chubby man walked to Adam, who looked a little squish. Adam felt uncomfortable with the freaks getting close to him. The man got close to Adam's face as he sang out, "If you're ready, then get in. Once you're in, then we'll get gone. And who knows, once it goes. Where you'll be when it arrives?"

He grabbed Adam's hat and with a swish of his hand… Adam's hat vanished into thin air. The crowd gasped and applauded. As the chubby man bowed, Adam sighed and shook his head.

"May I have my hat back, please?" he asked impatiently holding his hand out.

The man chuckled as he replied, "But of course sir. It was a very fine hat indeed."

With a wave of his hand, Adam's hat appeared on top of his head again. Adam pulled his hat off his head to examine it.

"Thank you," he mumbled as he placed his hat back on his head.

Raoul rubbed his forehead as he mumbles, "This is outrageous!"

"No, it is brilliant," said one of the photographers as he took a picture of our three mysterious guests.

Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted out, "I'm telling ya, that Mr. Y is an absolute genius!"

My head started to spin out of control. Phantasma… Mr. Y… What is going on? Christine wrapped her arm around my shoulder as she continued to hold Gustave's hand.

"I'm sorry, did you say Mr. Y?" I asked the reporter.

The chubby man walked up to me and wrapped his arm with my arm. "Indeed, Mr. Y. is the owner and creator of Phantasma. He is very interested when he heard you were coming to New York."

"Mr. Y? Who is Mr. Y? Brieanna is to be scheduled to sing at The Metropolitan Opera House! Mr. Bodor is the one who owns The Metropolitan Opera House and Brieanna is singing there," said Raoul as he separated the man's arm from me.

The little lady giggled before replying, "I am afraid you must have not heard the news sir. Mr. Bodor and Mr. Y came to an agreement. Miss Brieanna will now be singing at Phantasma. We even have our special suite for you and your family. Plus, Mr. Y will pay a lot of money for Miss Brieanna if she will sing in his main theater."

"Oh, he doesn't have to-"

"How much money are we speaking of?" Raoul asked as he interrupted me with curiosity.

Oh, he just not interrupted me! I immediately looked at my brother-in-law in shock. Seriously, that is the first thing he asks? Raoul's eyes glimpsed at us to see Christine looked startled, Adam was disappointed, and I was stunned. Raoul cleared his throat as he readjusted his hat on his head.

The snake man smirked at his companions before replying, "Do not worry sir. Mr. Y will explain everything. Including Miss Brieanna's contract to sing in his biggest theater."

Gustave became brave again as he slowly walked over to the snake man and slightly pulled his coat. The snake man bent down to see what Gustave wanted.

"What is Phantasma like?" he asked timidly. "Are there rides and amazing shows?"

"My boy, Phantasma is where your dreams and imagination come to life. It is where music and art are born." The snake man smiled as he sang out, "It's a fun house where the mirrors all reflect what's real."

The chubby man and small woman walked to join the snake man as they sang out, "And realities as twisted as the mirrors reveal."

Then all three sang out together. "And the fun is finding out what the mirrors show."

I looked over to Christine to see she was a little nervous. I guess she was worried about Gustave or maybe she was thinking about the past where music haunted her. Adam was intrigued when he heard about the mystical art. Maybe he can get some inspiration for more of his paintings. Gustave smile grew as he imagined what Phantasma would be like. Suddenly, he rushed over to me and grasped my hand.

"Let's go Aunt Brieanna! I do ever want to see this magical place," he said excitedly.

I was about to reply, when Raoul suddenly grabbed my shoulder. "Now wait just a moment! Gustave, we cannot just go there. We still need an explanation to why Mr. Bodor suddenly let this Mr. Y. take Brieanna to sing."

I sighed before touching Raoul's arm to receive his attention. "Raoul, it's fine. I am sure we will get our answers soon. Besides, this might be fun. I mean, who has not had a ride in a horseless carriage before? Please, let us just go."

Raoul stared at me for a moment, before he sighed and submitted. "Oh, very well." However, his eyes hardened as he looked at the three performers as he stated sternly, "I will be taking this up with your employer! Whoever he is! I want answers about this sudden change!"

The chubby man bowed before saying, "Certainly, Mr. Y. will tell you everything."

Raoul huffed before marking right into the carriage. Gustave grabbed Adam's hand and said as he pulled him to the carriage, "Let's go! I want to see Phantasma."

Adam laughed as he and Gustave climbed up into the carriage. I walked over to Christine, who had not moved an inch. Her face was white as snow and her hands were shaking. She looked like she was about to faint.

"Are you all right Christine?" I asked.

She snapped out of her gaze and looked at me. With a weak smile, she whispered, "Yes sister, I am quite all right. Just some thoughts in my head."

We walked to the carriage where the others were waiting for us. After the snake man helped Christine up, he grasped my hand and helped me into the carriage. I thanked him for his assistance.

"The Master will be very pleased to see you again."

My head rapidly snapped back to the snake man when I heard what he had said. My eyes widened when I looked at all three performers who were smiling right at me. It looked like they knew a secret that I did not know. His Master? See me again? No… it cannot be… Could it be… Erik?

Before I could say anything, the carriage door closed. I sat next to Adam as the carriage began to move. Gustave was talking to his mom being all excited to see Phantasma. It's like he was going to Disney World for the first time. Raoul was grumbling and sulking. I, however, felt a little bit uneasy. What did he mean I will see his Master? My thoughts flew away when Adam touched my hand.

"Is everything all right?" he asked.

"Yes, I was just thinking. That is all," I said.

Satisfied with my answer, Adam looked down at his book and continued to read. I looked outside the carriage window to see it was starting to rain. It was dark and gloomy. The rain sounded like small tapping every time it hit the window. As my eyes slowly started to close, a soft melody came into my head.

"Everything and everyone... It's all just how I dreamed… All the freaks, and all the fun, exactly how I dreamed… And Phantasma still awaits… Wonder what's behind its gates…"

And there you have it, another chapter done. Again, the next chapter will take some time so please have patience with me. The next update will be my "My Magical Wish" story and then I will be back with "Red Rose Nightmare." Do not forget to favorite, follow, review, and until then…

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