Uhhhhhh, I opened my eyes from my headache and strangely I was definitely not in my room. I was in an enormous ballroom with people in masks and ball gowns all around me. I lifted my hand up to my face to feel a porcelain black mask. I was also wearing a silk dress that looked like it belonged in the Victorian era. Throughout all of the commotion of masked couples and dancing, two people stood out to me. I couldn't believe what saw. It was them. The lovers from the book I was reading. Raoul de Chagney and Christine Daae. What in the name of classic books was going on! I was in the masquerade in the Phantom of the Opera. Everything was a beautiful, bright, and colorful as the book described. The music was oh so enchanting too, but I realized something in the masquerade scene in the book/musical. It was the part when…..before I could even finish my train of thought all music and chatter stopped. All eyes were on the masked man dressed as Red Death. I couldn't breathe. I knew perfectly well who this man was. I stood in complete silence with the crowd on people; this was him, the Phantom of the Opera himself in the flesh and blood. He was almost exactly as the book described him as, except his face. Like the musical only the left side of his face was covered and I assumed, deformed.

"Why so silent good monsieur's?"

The sound that came out of his mouth was rich, yet haunting. As he said his words he looked over to me. With dark emerald eyes that pierced threw my soul. He walked over to Christine who was alone strangely. As he looked at her his eyes were no longer dark and cruel, but sad, full of compassion and almost betrayal. I could see he snapped from that moment.

"Your chains are still mine, you sing for me!"

With that said, a turn of his cloak and he was gone. The rest of the night was a complete blur. Apparently I was a ballerina in the corspe du ballet so I suppose I had a good "cover". I went to the dormitories (after wandering around for a considerable amount of time) and dropped into the bed like a rock. I woke up to find myself in my bed, in my room with the book on my nightstand. Was it all a dream? I felt something in my hand. It was a black porcelain mask.

But what if she were to read the book again? You'll never get me to talk! *runs and hides with notebook and punjab lasso* So you want to read more? Tell me what you think in the reviews!