Breakaway Chapter 2, a phantom of the opera fanfic

Here's another chapter and remember this is Robert Englund's phantom not Gerard Butlers even if he's hot and has a voice of an angel I liked the 1989 version phantom. Sorry fangirls.

Disclaimer: I only own Serena

"I am you angel of music. Your mother sent me to watch over you." "I don't need to be watched over. I can take care of myself." I snapped turning back around. Then I felt a hand around my waist and one on my mouth.

"Oh but you do. I can help you get into the opera house. I will teach you how to you your voice properly." he whispered in my ear. "Until then Serena I want you to sing every night." after he said this he just disappeared. I turned around to hit him but he was gone.

I sighed and went back inside and went to sleep.

The next day started around noon. We cleaned up the pub then opened it up sometime in the afternoon. The man was no where in sight. I told my sister what happened last night but she didn't believe me. She thought it was a great idea to sing every night though.

I rolled my eyes and continued to work. The sun set and the man was there again. In the dark corner working on something. But Sheri served him instead. When she gave him his drink she came over to me with a kind of angry look. "I swear that man is so rude sometimes."

"Really? He's always nice to me when I serve him." I replied. "Maybe you have an admirer." she joked. Then the sun set and I got on stage. "Everyone. I've decided to sing every night instead of just on Friday's." there were shouts of happiness.

So I began to sing.

"Found myself today
Oh I found myself and ran away
Something pulled me back
The voice of reason I forgot I had

All I know is just you're not here to say
What you always used to say
But it's written in the sky tonight

So I won't give up, no I won't break down
Sooner than it seems life turns around
And I will be strong even if it all goes wrong
When I'm standing in the dark I'll still believe
Someone's watching over me

'I looked to ceiling after these words thinking of mom.'
Seen that ray of light
And it's shining on my destiny
Shining all the time and I won't be afraid
To follow everywhere it's taking me

All I know is yesterday is gone
And right now I belong
Took this moment to my dreams

It doesn't matter what people say
And it doesn't matter how long it takes
Believe in yourself and you'll fly high
And it only matters how true you are
Be true to yourself and follow your heart

So I won't give up, no I won't break down
Sooner than it seems life turns around
And I will be strong even if it all goes wrong
When I'm standing in the dark I'll still believe

That I won't give up, no I won't break down
Sooner than it seems life turns around
And I will be strong even when it all goes wrong
When I'm standing in the dark I'll still believe
That someone's watching over, someone's watching over
Someone's watching over me, someone's watching over me"

There was applause all around and wolf whistles. I bowed then curtsied. I sung a couple more songs before going from table to table continuing my work. I got plenty of tips. So I put the tips in a jar I was going to give to sheri when I left for the opera house.

I continued this for 2 weeks raising money and meeting with my angel at the rooftop. He helped improve my diaphragm (die - ya - fram), how to hold a note, how to properly breathe while singing, posture, and a lot of other things. (I took chorus for 10 years. It's a lot to learn lol.)

Tonight was different though. He asked me to sing my song "Breakaway." I did. And I heard him sigh. But it wasn't the annoyed one I'm used to it almost sounded like a lovers sigh. "You are ready." he whispered. I nodded and went back inside. But I felt a hand grab my wrist then it disappeared. I turned around and as usual no one was there. "Is there something you need?" I asked.

"I am simply reminding you that once you get to the opera house do not go chasing after a love life. You must concentrate on your voice." he demanded. "I understand." I whispered before going to bed for the night.

*No one's POV*

"Soon Serena. Soon you and your voice will be mine." Erik whispered as he drifted through the shadows and off the roof.

*Serena's POV*

I went to sleep knowing this is the last night I get to sleep in my bed here at the pub. The next morning I awoke and grabbed the jar of money I had been saving for sheri. I counted it out to equal 235 pence and 3 shillings ($271 in American money and back then that's a lot.)

I packed my bags and went down stairs and waited for sheri to wake up.

R&R please