"Ignorant Boy...This Slave of Fashion...Basking in your glory."
The words shouted during one of the first songs in the musical rung in my ears. The deep voice of the actor expressing the anger and passion of the Opera Ghost causing my body to shiver. I would be lying if I said I didn't like musicals. I would be lying even more if I denied I was obsessed with one particular musical. Phantom of the opera.
A man with a deformed face but is an intelligent musical genius and falls in love with a young opera singer? Count me in. Now add in the girl's childhood sweetheart and add drama? Double count me in. Add drama, music, action? Yeah I passed the point of no return in my love for it.
I would die to perform as Christine, the young ballet dancer A.K.A the young opera singer. Sadly, I didn't fit the look needed. I was just a little too tall, standing at 5 ' 6. And was cursed with red hair that was quite the brat. Christine Daae was to be 5 ' 4 max and brunette. Quite the standard they hold for a classic I suppose.
"Victoire! Get your ass ready and turn that music off" My mom called from downstairs. I didn't even realize it was already 2:00 pm. I had to be at the local theater by 2:20 for rehearsals. I rushed through a quick routine. Teeth, hair, clothes, make-up. And made a mad dash to the front door.
"Be great if you didn't leave with out me mom." I sigh as I pull on my shoes, my mom smiling and waving as she slipped out the front door to the car to start it up. I looked in the mirror by the door, with little scribbles saying punny little positivity quotes in red and orange expo markers. My mom always tried to bring happiness into the household, and it worked. We always smiled, rarely fought, and had no secrets.
I head out to the car, pulling on my dark grey jacket and as I climbed into the passenger seat, my mom flipping through the radio and humming. "Ready to go little Miss Always-Late?" She jests and smiles over to me, and pulling out of the drive way.
My mom pulled up to the theater and pulled to the sidewalk. "I'll see you in a few hours honey!" She waved at me and waited for me to leave before going to drive off.
"love you mom!" I quickly replied as she pulled away, before I went inside the building, the place echoing with footsteps of dancers, music from singers, and noises from actors. I went up to the stage, but found nobody was there. Unusual. I swore I just heard them. Maybe they just left somewhere, or where backstage.
I went and checked backstage, nobody there and nothing out of place. Except...one thing.
A tall body-length mirror stood there, frame golden and the mirror glass crystal clean. It looked like not a soul has ever touched it, not even dust. I went towards it, my hand feeling drawn to the frame. It looked so beautiful, as if it was hand crafted of real gold. It was cold to the touch, exposing the metal the frame was made of.
'Come to me Angel of Music...I am your Angel of Music..."
The sound started to resonate around me, and I looked around. Nobody was around still, and I look back to the mirror, the glass rippling as if a liquid pool of silver. My eyes widened as I stared at it. "What the fuck.." I move my hand to it, feeling the oddly warm liquid, before it started to race up my arm and pulled me into it.
"Come to me Angel of Music..."