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A disaster beyond your Imagination

I watched closely from the wings, knowing I would probably not get this chance to see them perform again. It was amazing. To see the real Christine and Meg perform on stage. It was just a shame Christine had not been allowed to sing.

As much as Carlotta acted up to be the diva that she was, I couldn't deny she was pretty in her own sort of way, however her arrogance completely overshadowed any of that.

Christine's shyness in her performance was obvious, clearly not half as arrogant as other performers. But for that, she outshone Carlotta in every way, without even trying.

"Did I not instruct that box five was to be kept empty?!" An angelic voice sounded from above halfway through the song.

My surprised gasp sounded along with everyone else's as I glanced upwards, trying to see if he was really here. Wow, so he really was real!

"It's the Phantom!" Meg exclaimed.

"I-i-it's him! I know it, it's him!" Christine stammered.

She had turned a deathly pale, her eyes as wide as saucers as they flickered round the auditorium. She appeared so frightened, her hands shaking besides her. Meg turned to her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Carlotta turned, offering Christine a disgusted once-over. "Your part is silent, little toad!" She hissed.

"A toad Madame!" The voice raged, making Carlotta jump as she turned back. "Perhaps it is you who are the toad."

Oh no, that threat sounded all too familiar.

They began again though, Carlotta's sickly voice filling the stage with its usual shrill. Though suddenly, a loud croak sounded from her.

An ominous chuckle sounded around the auditorium again, making it sound as though it was coming from everywhere at the same time.

Carlotta's eyes widened as she glanced round the auditorium. Her cheeks burned as the audience laughed.

They began again, her voice weaker than before but as she gained confidence, another croak sounded and each time she attempted to sing, she would simply croak instead. She cried in dismay and that same chuckle grew louder.

"Behold, she is singing to bring down the chandelier!"

A cry broke free as I glanced up, spotting the chandelier shaking from its structure for a moment before stopping completely. Oh god no, surely the same events would happen? Otherwise, what was the point of me even being sent here? I must have been sent to stop these things from happening because that was the only explanation that made sense!

Despite Christine's obvious dismay, she had turned to Carlotta, attempting to reach a hand out in comfort. But Piangi stormed across the stage and flung an arm around Carlotta to quickly help her exit from the stage.

I almost smiled at the sight of André and Firmin practically scampering onto the stage just as the curtain fell. They stood in front as they tried to explain the situation to the shocked audience. I sighed, walking over to where Meg and Christine stood.

"Y-you don't really believe it could be your tutor behind this, do you, Christine?" Meg asked. She appeared almost as frightened as Christine, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth.

Christine had a faraway look on her face, barely managing a shake of her head. "I-I don't know what to think." She said.

As Christine was announced she would be playing the Countess, Meg and I exchanged worried looks. But before we could speak to her, she was pulled offstage to change.

André and Firmin suddenly announced bringing forward the ballet so before the show was in complete tatters, we all rushed to get prepared for the stage to perform the piece. As soon as the curtain was pulled up again, Meg and I darted back on, along with the rest of the ballet corps just as the music started. I twirled beside Meg, painting a smile on my face. I tried to remember everything we had gone through in rehearsals, despite everything going on. Meg and I exchanged a smile. It was a case of so far, so good.

Just as I started to think positively though, a chilling laughter rang out from behind us. Despite its heavenly quality, I shivered, suddenly jumping when Meg's piercing scream echoed from beside me. I stumbled backwards, turning to look at her in a panic.

She was facing the back of the stage, a look of sheer horror lining her features. She was shaking uncontrollably, appearing even paler than Christine had.

I glanced to where her eyes were set, a shriek falling from my mouth. Joseph Buquet's body was hung from the rafters for all to see. The image resonated a warning, should his instructions be ignored again.

I turned back to Meg to comfort her but suddenly I felt too hot, as though there was a limited supply of oxygen to be had. My vision clouded with black spots, turning blotchy. I blinked, but blackness stirred, attempting to pull me under. I had to get out! I suddenly felt incredibly nauseated and faint.

"Meg!" I gasped but I felt like there was no time. I needed air, cool, night air. I turned back, about to run off stage.

Her hand rested against my arm as she tried to pull me back. "What's wrong?"

"I-I-I need to get out." I answered, before rushing into the crowd of people as they all rushed off stage.

My feet swayed as I wondered through the backstage area, my eyes managing to pick up on a winding staircase at the back. I moved towards it, blinking rapidly whilst breathing deeply in the hope I wouldn't faint, or worst be sick.

I reached the top of the stairwell, breathing a sigh at the sight of the roof through a window in the door.

I quickly hid myself in a panel in the wall at the sound of voices, curling up whilst I hid and held my head between my hands whilst I breathed deeply, fighting against my body's urge as I grew dizzier. The door burst open, making me jump.

"Christine, wait!" I heard Raoul cry.

"No Raoul, I have to go back." She replied shakily. "After tonight, we'll be able to talk properly, away from here. Anywhere besides here." She sighed.

"Of course, I shall be waiting for you afterwards." He replied, before it suddenly went quiet.

I rubbed my eyes, listening until I was sure they'd left before making my way out. I practically ran for the door, yanking it open and stepping outside.

I sighed as soon as the cool air hit me, instantly feeling better. It really was incredible on the roof. Statues stood poised, with an incredibly graceful air about them. I smiled, walking over to the edge of the roof, braving a look downwards. Gosh, it was beautiful! A hundred lights seemed to gleam from below, contrasting under the dark sky.

I heard a slight rustle from behind me, making me turn. Nobody seemed to be there, I could see that, despite how dark it was out here. Everything seemed too still though and I wondered if a certain Opera Ghost was still lurking on the roof…

"Hello?"

I clicked my tongue when my answer was silence. Of course if he was here, he wouldn't just show himself and start having a conversation.

"I know who you are. I'm not exactly stupid. I also know you probably overhead whatever Christine and Raoul spoke about, which can't have been very entertaining." I sighed, knowing I was just rambling now. But what exactly did you say to the Phantom? That was if he was even here and I wasn't just talking to myself like an idiot.

"If you really want to win Christine's heart, you need to stop being so reckless. Try to be patient, give her time to adjust."

When I heard no reply, I moved towards the door, feeling certain that nobody had been there after all. Well, that's what I get for watching the musical too many times, I guess.

"And what would you know about winning her heart?" A voice quietly hissed, resonating around me. "Like it is that easy."

"I know that you came to her as the Angel of Music and I know that she now knows you're just a man. But frightening her like you did tonight will only push her further into the arms of another man."

A long silence followed and I thought that the conversation was over and he had somehow left the roof, having not taken my advice, but then the voice spoke again.

"Perhaps you are right."

"I'm always right," I joked, with a smile, before adding; "Oh and I also know you made that chandelier loose somehow. I saw it flickering during the performance."

"Congratulations for being observant." He replied sarcastically.

"My point is; I realized your plan is to bring it down, perhaps after the performance in revenge for Christine presumably promising herself to Raoul. My advice to you is to not go through with it, because that is the exact thing that would drive her further away from you."

"And why are you, a mere Ballet rat giving me advice?" He paused, his tone softening. "Nobody else would bequest me with the same kindness."

"As much as I'm offended by your insult," I teased, "I believe Christine really belongs to you."

"How can I trust in what you are advising me?"

"Easy, just do as I say. If you don't, you will lose Christine forever, I can promise you that." I shrugged.

"Have I not already?"

"The reason she promised herself to Raoul is because he was there for her. You frightened her tonight and she didn't want to have to confront that, not on her own. You know how naïve she can be and then Raoul comes along, offering sweet words and a world filled of light. But it won't be enough for her, not in the end."

"How do you already understand her so well?"

"Call me observant," I joked, shrugging. "Anyway, I need to get back before everyone realizes I'm gone. You on the other hand need to stop that chandelier from falling."

There was a moment of silence as I walked back to the door of the roof.

"If you are being untruthful to me about Christine-"

"Not to insult you or anything, but I appreciate my life way too much to deceive the infamous Phantom."

There was another long silence, though it felt more relaxed than those of previous.

"You are clearly very wise, Mademoiselle." He teased back.

"Oh, I am indeed," I smiled, before I began to head back downstairs.

As I walked through backstage, I suddenly felt really, really cool. I'd always wondered what it would be like to talk to the Phantom and I felt even cooler in knowing that I'd even managed to give him advice. I guess I could be cleverer than I thought sometimes.

As I made it to the wings, I sighed in relief to see the cast giving their final bows. As much as I was sad to have missed this, I was glad that it seemed that nothing else bad had happened. Clearly, he must have listened and appreciated my advice. It seemed that he too was rather wise.

The cast took a step back, a moment or so before the curtain was about to fall, when the chandelier lights suddenly began to flicker. I gasped along with everyone else, glancing up to see that it was wobbling again.

The audience jumped from their seats as quickly as they could as it fell away from its structure. Oh no! Either he'd not listened to my advice or he had been too late.

I glanced back towards the stage with a cry as I saw most of the cast had disappeared offstage. Christine was still stood; her eyes wide as the chandelier came crashing towards her. She was obviously frozen to the spot, too scared to move. I saw Raoul stand up from box five but he was too far away to get to her in time. Without a second thought, I ran out on stage, knowing I was the closest.

A swish of black suddenly appeared on the stage out of nowhere, slamming into Christine as it pulled her back and out of the way. That swish of black became sharper as the sound of the chandelier shattering against the stage sounded.

Christine was shielded with his cape against the shards of glass before he pulled back once it was over, the mask barely distinguished in the sudden dimness as he gazed her over, obviously making sure she was okay. I could hear Raoul shouting for her, a warning that he would be there soon. The Phantom's face shot up and I smiled, hoping he would understand he had to leave before he was discovered. With a whoosh of his cape, he disappeared and I ran over to where Christine was laid, a still doll on the stage.

"Christine?" I queried uncertainly, shaking her arm lightly.

Her eyes flickered a few times before they shot open and she was pulling herself up with a frightened gasp. I hushed her as much as I could as she sobbed, her eyes growing wide with fear.

"T-the chandelier, it fell!"

"You don't need to worry about that, do you feel okay? You didn't hurt your head when you fell, did you?"

She shook her head, glancing around as though she was trying to make sense of her surroundings once again.

"Christine!"

Her eyes widened as Raoul raced forwards on the stage. She stood quickly, despite me trying to warn her to take it easy.

"Oh Raoul, I was so frightened!" She exclaimed, rushing into his arms once again.

He dropped his face into her hair, hushing her as she cried. "Shh, you're safe now."

I smiled uncertainly, walking backwards as I left the two of them alone.