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John followed the Angel in a daze, his eyes were hooded and the walls seemed to move and dance. There were real arms holding the sconces and they shifted around as the two passed. The hand John was gripping tightly squeezed his, and John finally got to look at his Angel's face. Then, his heart fell.
His Angel, his glorious tutor, was the one haunting the opera house. The Phantom of the Opera, they called him, or the Opera Ghost. John shivered, the idea of the Phantom being so near to him was terrifying, but it also thrilled him. He gazed into the clear pools that made up the Phantom's eyes and made a decision. He'd follow the phantom anywhere.
In sleep he sang to me
In dreams he came
That voice which calls to me
And speaks my name
And do I dream again?
For now I find
The Phantom of the Opera is there
Inside my mind
John allowed the phantom to lift him onto a sleek black horse, and as they rode into darkness, John finally got to watch his Angel as he sang.
Sing once again with me
Our strange duet
My power over you
Grows stronger yet
And though you turn from me
To glance behind
The Phantom of the Opera is there
Inside your mind
John felt woozy as the Phantom lifted him off the horse and deposited him into a small boat. He heard the Phantom step in behind him, and John sang again, quietly, almost to himself.
Those who have seen your face
Draw back in fear
I am the mask you wear
He could almost hear the Phantom's grin as John began to understand. John was the mechanism the Phantom had used to broadcast his own talents to the world. John didn't mind, really, the Phantom was a genius. The Phantom joined the song.
It's me they hear
John ached to sing together with the Phantom, so he opened his mouth and just let the words flow, words from the Phantom flowing from his voice.
Your spirit and my voice
In one combined
The Phantom of the Opera is there
Inside my mind
John closed his eyes and let the music drown him. He soaked it up, like a sponge thrown deep into the ocean that was the Phantom.
He's there, the Phantom of the Opera...
John let his voice take on a mind of its own as he let himself sink deeper into the musical waters. He hit notes he'd never hit before, all while the phantom guided him.
Sing, my angel! Sing for me!
John opened his eyes and was greeted with a spectacular sight. All around him was a deep, black lake, the only thing breaking the perfect lines was a small beach of sorts, which was covered with dripping candles. The Phantom stepped out of the boat as they reached the shore, and he turned fully to John, showing him the beauty of the uncovered part of his face, his deep eyes, and his inky hair.
I have brought you
To the seat of sweet music's throne
To this kingdom
Where all must pay homage to music
Music
You have come here
For one purpose and one alone
Since the moment I first heard you sing
I have needed you with me
To serve me, to sing for my music
My music
The Phantom held his hand out to John, who took it without a second thought.
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