I don't own Phantom of the Opera. I own Cosarine and any other OC's that show up. I am basing off what I have seen, the movie, and the Albert Hall version. That is no longer on Netflix and that school started I fell out of writing this and I apologize so much to those who have commented asking me to keep going and I understand if this gets no reads and such because of it but if you do read it and like it, let me know! Give me criticism too! Also if you see spelling errors feel free to let me know. Thank you for coming this far. I have big plans.
Cosarine's P.O.V.
Elissa's aria was even more beautiful than I could ever imagine. As soon as she finished, Christine looked around sheepishly at all the people staring at her in awe. Monsieur Andre clapped and looked to his colleague. "I think we have found our Elissa! We must get her prepared." She rushed forward to Meg and I in delight. "That was simply beautiful, Christine!" I exclaimed taking her into a hug. Meg nodded. "I have never known you could sing like that!"
"You two are so kind. Cosarine, you haven't even known me for long and yet you are so supportive. I really appreciate it." She smiled and I smiled back. That's me! I've always been the pushup bra for my friends. Madame Giry came over to us and set a hand on Christine's shoulder. "Come my dear, we must get you fitted." Christine nodded and went with her.
Meg turned to me. "So Cosarine, let us get you a bed in the dormitories." Did I really want to stay in the opera house at night? It would be too suspicious if I kept disappearing at night. "Its fine Meg, I have a small flat in the city I can stay in. I just need to be here during the day." She smiled and led me off somewhere. "Well you should get accommodated with the costumes also. Christine isn't the only one has to be fitted today!" Of course. I had already forgotten that I had just joined the cast of a prestige opera production. Seems very typical of me.
Meg led me to a costume room where a few women sat and sew at some costumes. "What can we do for ya today little Meg?" One woman asked. I stepped forward next to Meg. "I'm Cosarine Carion. I just joined the ballet troupe and need to be fitted for the ballet costumes. I apologize for it being so last minute." She smiled and stood up, grabbing some measuring tape on the way. "It is no problem sweetheart. At least you are lot nicer than La Carlotta."
Meg and I giggled as the second women in the back snorted before picking up a basket for of supplies and heading out the door. I assume she went to meet Christine in the Primadonna room. "I'm Miriam by the way." The woman said before measuring my arms. "Nice to meet you Miss Miriam!"
"Meg, you might want to leave as I'm going to have to ask Miss Cosarine to undress." Miriam stated. I say Meg blush and nod before leaving quickly. As the door closed I began undressing so Miriam could measure me. "Miss Miriam? Is there anything I need to know while I am here? I heard the others speaking of a phantom, but I am unclear on whether or not they were joking." I knew there really was a phantom, but I wanted to know what the insiders had to say about because he sure hadn't scared this woman away.
"Oh Cosarine, well stay away from the stage hands. The kitchen staff are nice, but don't expect some extra food. The phantom, mademoiselle, is real. I've seen him sabotage one of La Carlotta's costumes. I stay quiet to avoid his wrath. Stay away from him, my dear. I would hate to see you hurt." I smiled at her and gave her a hug. "Thank you." Of course I wasn't going to stay away from him. I mean like, why would I?
I walked out of the costume room to find Meg had not come back, so of course I decided I was going to explore this awesome place. I began walking behind the stage and recognized it from where Meg and Christine sing later on. I looked around before singing to hopefully catch Erik's attention.
I know you
You don't know me
But come closer my Phantom and listen to me
I am a friend
I mean no harm
Come closer to me
I mean no harm
I stood for a moment waiting for a sign that he may have heard me.
Suddenly I was slammed against a wall with a rope around my neck. "How do you know I don't mean to harm you?" well I guess it worked. I groaned at the ache in my back before looking up at him. His signature white mask was on. He reminded me more of Ramin than of Gerard, but he was gorgeous either way. "I don't. I just hope you are interested enough in me to let me be your friend."
"You want to be the Phantom's friend?" he stared at me in disbelief.
"I do."
"Why?"
"Because, you live a dark life. I can tell. I want you to see that not all are bad."
"But all are. How do I know you are not lying to me?" His grip on the Punjab loosened.
"You don't. I wish I could just show you. I believe you are a tortured soul that just need a little light in their life. But I understand if you would rather not. Now I do not know if you are going to let me live or not, but your opera is already one chorus girl short, so it is your choice." He let go and turned away to walk.
"It was a pleasure to meet you monsieur. Tell Miss Giry I said goodnight." I turned away without looking for his reaction before finding the girls lavatory to go home. I grabbed the watch from the waist line of my tights and went home.
