Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Phantom of the Opera or any of the characters, except Kara who of course is my own character. I do NOT own any of the songs from ALW, this is my first fan fiction writing so please be kind
Kara and Christine continued to practice everyday and every night. As time went on Kara become better and better at dance, it took time but it was getting better. As a few weeks went buy it was getting closer to Kara's 16 birthday.
After a long practice of dance, Kara decided to wait until everyone was done so that she could practice her steps on her own. As the audition for her stay at the Opera Popular was getting closer, more practice was needed.
She waited until everyone was gone, put on her shoes and walked to the stage. She hit her beginning pose and started to dance playing the music in her head. Her dance was the famous dance of 'The Dying Swan'. Thinking she was alone she began to put feeling into the dance, and not just the steps. When the swan was sad, she was sad, when she was dying, Kara was dying. She put all her feeling into it, and it was noticed.
The Phantom had decided to watch has he been making his evening rounds around the Opera House.
"Such pain in such a young child." He thought.
Her movements were sometimes rigid, then soft as if the dying swan was trying to come out. In some parts of her dance, her arms seemed to turn into wings, and then disappear. Her face was full of sadness and despair, almost as if tears would form.
The Phantom sat back in his chair in box five and was completely moved. Never had he seen such a performance, never had he felt such pain from a dance, never had he seen a part of her come alive.
When she struck her final pose, she came over to the edge of the stage and sat and dangled her legs in the orchestra pit.
"Sigh…. this is too hard…. my feet hurt…" sighed Kara.
Kara pulled back a loose piece of hair and looked up at the empty seats before her. The chairs were a deep red, surrounded by a golden trim while the angels from above looked down on the stage, their eyes blinded by a strip of golden cloth.
She looked at the angels and said,
"Hey my dance my have not been perfect, but there's no need to hide your face in disgust."
Laughter filled the theatre, as Kara's eyes darted from corner to corner finally resting upon the shadow in Box Five. The Phantom was so humoured by the girl's comment that it caused him to laugh involuntarily.
"Is it you Phantom?" she called.
"Indeed Mademoiselle, but I don't think the angels were hiding their faces from your dance." He laughed.
Kara cocked her head towards him.
"What do you mean?"
The Phantom stood up and came into view. She had never seen him before! A white mask covered the right side of his face, and he was clothed all in black.
"The angels must have hidden their eyes from shedding tears. Your dance was…moving."
Some how the Phantom had a hard time trying to find a word to put her dance, for once he was without words.
Kara turned and blushed.
"Oh thank you…."
She had never been commented on her dance. Kara didn't have a fear of performing in front of people, she was afraid that she would get her feelings across, and in this case she did.
"You must perform for me again some other time Mademoiselle."
Kara turned back her gaze to the Phantom.
"Come down here I want to see you."
The Phantom was taken back by this remark. She wanted to see him close up? Not wanting to let her know how he got from place to place, he told her to close her eyes. He waited until she did, and then walked from box five, through the catwalk and then onto the stage. He placed a gloved hand on her shoulder. Taken by surprise she turned around quickly.
Never in her entire life had she met someone so handsome. His face was stern yet calm. He had one brown and one blue eye. He had a chiselled chin and jet-black hair. He was perfect…so why hid behind a mask?
The Phantom too took a look at the wide-eyed girl in front of him.
Her hair was as brown as Christine's, yet there was some natural red in it. Her eyes were also brown. She had hidden freckles on her face that could not be seen from afar. She wasn't ugly and she was a sight for sore eyes. She did look like…
"Christine."
Kara blinked her eyes.
"What?"
The Phantom had not realized that he had spoken Christine's name. His face was turned from calm to shocked.
"Never mind, I must leave we WILL meet again…"
She watched him run from the stage and into the blackness from whence he came. Kara continued to look into the darkness.
"What…does he love…Christine?"
Her heart began to hurt…