A New Destiny
As much as I would love to own Phantom of the Opera, I sadly do not. I only own my own characters and some of the plot as the plot does going along with ALW's version. I hope you all enjoy this story. It has been a while since I've written anything story wise.
A group of students from a college in America were walking up the stairs to the Opera Populaire when a boy chuckled with a group of his friends and pushed a lone girl down to the ground.
"If you're so sure that you can get a position, why don't I help you not get one by getting it myself?"
The girl looked up and at the group and watched as they left her behind. A 'tut' sounded behind her, making her look around. Seeing no one, the girl sighed and stood up and dusted herself off. She fixed her copper curls to stay behind her ears as she walked into the foyer of the opera house, standing behind the group she was with.
Her forest green eyes took in every detail she could get, staring in awe as she gripped her bag that hung by her hip. In the bag was a pair of pointe shoes, leotard and skirt, camera and pictures of the house in ruin after a fire had broken out when the chandelier fell from a rusty chain.
"Arya Hall? Is Arya Hall here?" A male voiced called out. The girl raised her hand in the air, making the group she's with turn to look at her with distain.
"Please come with me, I'll take you to the dressing rooms," The man said. He was dressed in a white button down shirt with a green vest and black slacks. He had to be in his late 30s from the way he looked. She quietly walked through the group and to the man, following him further into the Populaire.
Arya looked around, itching to grab her camera and up date her photo book with the renovations of the opera house.
"My name is Robert Martin. I am the manager of the house, if granted the position in the opera house you will answer to Madam Ellison, the ballet mistress and to Monsieur Griffiths, the maestro of the opera house," The man gently said to her. She nodded quietly and listened to Mr. Martin and any rules he had around the opera house.
"I understand, Mr. Martin," She said in a timid voice, "Thank you for showing me the way, sir. I hope I do good in your presence as I audition..."
"I'm sure you'll do very well, Miss. Hall. You'll also have to excuse the mess on the stage as we are getting ready for the next production. Do not let anyone push you around, jeune," Mr. Martin said before he left, leaving Arya to the dressing room door. She went in to find it empty besides stacks of clothes and shelving full of outfits and shoes.
She quickly changed and wished she had a blanket to wrap up in as she walked to the stage. There was a group of girls ready to dance with their constructor Madam Ellison trying to direct them.
"Ah! There she is! Miss. Arya!" She said excitedly. The girls went quiet and looked to the new girl that was on their stage.
"I see you're dressed, just let the maestro what you wish to dance to and Mr. Martin will start your audition," Madam Ellison told her. Her blonde hair up in a tight bun, eyes brightly blue shined on her newest pupil. Arya nodded her head and looked to the piano where she a man sitting on the bench, going through papers.
Walking over, she noticed the rafters above her filled with a few men trying to anchor down a few scenes. Once at the piano, she went to introduce herself.
"Miss. Arya?" The man said gently but firmly.
"Yes, sir. Madam Ellison sent me over to pick out some music," She told the man. He nodded and handed her a small stack of papers to go through. She quickly went through them to pick out her favorite piece from The Nutcracker. She handed Maestro Griffiths back the papers and let him direct her where to start on the stage.
Once he began with the permission from Mr. Martin, her vision went dark as she let her body flow into the movements. It was quiet except for the music coming from the piano. She let the music flow into her soul and take over until the last note was played. She stood there and let her vision come back to her.
As quickly as it went quiet, it was then noisy with clapping and chanting. Arya ducked her head as she saw her group from America stare at her in wonder while everyone else was wolf whistling, clapping, or asking for more.
She looked to Mr. Martin who nodded at her with a smile on his face. She let out a sigh of relief and curtsied quickly before going back to the dressing rooms only to be called back. She raised an eyebrow as she walked back to the stage and let the confusion show on her face.
A snicker got her worried as she noticed the boy who pushed her down smirking.
"It has come to my attention that you sing as well, Ms. Arya, is this true?" Mr. Martin asked. Arya stood still, paling, before nodding. She hasn't sung in front of people since her parents died when she was 12. The only one who got to hear her sing was her grandmother who took her in with open arms.
"I would like to ask you to sing for me, maybe we can place you in our choir as well," Mr. Martin told her gently, noticing the way she was swaying and growing even paler than normal. Arya looked to the group and then around the theater itself. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath in before, opening her eyes, letting the breath go, and nodded to the manager.
"I can try..." She told him quietly.
"Arya Christine, you can do this!" A gasp rang out through the auditorium.
Arya looked around, with wide eyes in confusion, for the source of the voice to see her grandmother move from behind Mr. Martin.
"Grandma?..." She asked quietly.
"It's time you let the world hear you sing, my child! Not locked away in a cage you let yourself to be caged in. Do this for me, ma petite fille..." Her grandmother asked, no, pleading. Arya sighed and slowly nodded. "I already gave Maestro Griffiths the music, you'll know what it is once he plays."
Arya only shook nervously before looking to Maestro Griffiths. He nodded gently to her and began to play. She almost cried when she heard the notes to Wishing You Were Somehow Here from Phantom. Her eyes wide in wonder, she looked to her grandmother again. Did her grandmother want to jinx her?
Maestro Griffiths started over again, Arya stood and looked to the people around her. Quietly she began.
"You were once my one companion
You were all that mattered
You were once a friend and father
Then my world was shattered," She looked down to the stage and then up to the chandelier.
"Wishing you were somehow here again
Wishing you were somehow near
Sometimes it seemed if I just dreamed
Somehow you would be here,
Wishing I could hear your voice again
Knowing that I never would
Dreaming of you won't help me to do
All that you dreamed I could," With each phrase she got more confident in her stance, in her singing.
"Passing bells and sculpted angels
Cold and monumental seem, for you
The wrong companions you were warm and gentle
Too many years fighting back tears
Why can't the past just die?
Wishing you were somehow here again
Knowing we must say goodbye
Try to forgive teach me to live
Give me the strength to try,
No more memories, No more silent tears
No more gazing across the wasted years
Help me say goodbye, Help me say goodbye!"
Tears slowly raced down her face as she looked to her grandmother, slightly panting and fell to her knees in sorrow.
"Bravo! Ladies and Gentlemen! We have found our new Prima Donna for our next production! Please welcome, Arya Christine Hall as Christine Daae!" Mr. Martin yelled out for everyone to hear. Arya's eyes widend before everything went silent and dark. She was jinxed.
Her head was slightly pounding as she woke up with someone propping her head up from behind her.
"Ah.. There she is..." A murmur voiced said.
"I'm sorry for overwhelming you, jeune," Mr. Martin said with a small smile. She waved her hand at him, making him chuckle.
She looked to the person holding her head and saw that it was her grandmother.
"I'm sorry for tricking you, ma petite fille... But you need to grow your wings out... And what better way to do it then in your parents and family wishes?" Her grandmother asked. She glared playfully at her grandmother but sighed and rested with a nod.
With some help from Mr. Martin, Arya and her grandmother got off the floor and into the dressing room so Arya could change back into her normal clothes. All the while, her grandmother signed all paperwork for Arya to stay in the dormitory while she went back to America.
"Grandma... Are you sure you can't stay with me?" Arya asked, close to tears as she hugged her grandmother goodbye a week later.
"I'm sure, ma petite fille. This is your dream. Live it. Do what I couldn't. I'll come visit soon, okay?" Grandma told her. Arya nodded. They had talked about Grandma shipping over her things as she was booked to stay on for a whole year while walking to the gate in the airport.
Arya waved and watched her only living relative leave to go back across the sea. Once the play was high in the sky, Arya then returned to the opera house. She was given the Prima Donna room, where there was a full size bed, an armoire, a make up desk and chair, and a new addition, a door to a personal bathroom. The wall of mirrors was still there as well.
Arya sat at the make up desk and sighed, feeling truly alone. Tomorrow would be the day where she met the other cast of Phantom of the Opera and hoped it would go okay. She got up and went to the bathroom to do her business and stopped at the doorway on her way to bed when she noticed a rose and letter on her bed.
Inching her way over, she looked around the room for any other disturbances. Finding none, she picked up the rose and letter.
"Fondest Greetings Arya,
While you were good, you need refinement in singing. Let me help you and you will help me in the end. There will be rules in place as well. Bed time at 10 sharp. Plenty of water and warm tea. Scales once in the morning and once at night. These will insure you are healthy, rested, and well versed.
Go to the chapel after the meeting tomorrow and make sure that you are alone. We will go over the score to make you the true star!
Your Angel of Music."
"My angel of music?..." She whispered to herself before clutching the letter to her chest like a scared child holding onto a teddy bear during a storm before racing out of her room to find Madam Ellison. Her night gown and robe billowed behind her. It was a spaghetti strap light colored sheer nightgown that went down to the floor with a matching robe.
Once she reached the office of ballet mistress, she knocked hurriedly. She looked around to make sure no one was there watching. The door opened.
"Arya? What's wrong dear child?" Madam Ellison asked concerned.
"I.. I... I recieved a note..." Arya stuttered and thrusted the note to Madam Ellison. Madam Ellison barely caught it and grabbed a hold of Arya's shoulder, bringing her into the room and closed the door. She sat Arya in a chair that was lined with a red velvet fabric for comfort as she read the note.
"It seems... My dear child... That someone is trying to bring back the opera ghost..."
Ma Petite Fille- My little girl/My baby girl
Jeune- young one