Hey happywriter780 here and I want to tell you a few things first. In this fanfiction the Erik and Raoul look different than in the book, movie, or musical, and also they rebuilt the opera house in this one idk if they did today and they still do operas but no fear this is a musical of my own songs. I deeply apologize if you think 'this sucks' but they are what I would image them as if they were real. Again I apologize for the misunderstanding. But read on if you will and remember to R&R and no flames please I beg of the readers.

Aimee POV

I looked around us and I couldn't believe all the things I'm seeing, I see a café near to the corner of an older building, I also see the Eiffel Tower in the distance. I just stood there drinking in the beautiful surroundings that these lucky people call home.

"Mademoiselle, come on the bus awaits!" I heard the sweet voice of Madam Call, I hurried and grabbed my bag and we were off onto the greatest adventure yet!

-Time skip to opera house-

I stepped into the magnificent opera house, golden statues adorn the walls, the marble on the floor was shiny and looked new, and on the ceiling were beautiful angels of music.

Come to the angel of music

I turned my head quickly, the voice was here, but this voice has no body to it…

"Mademoiselle, come, come there is much to see." I looked at my tour guide, her blonde, perfect hair and her blue, delicate eyes spoke to me.

As we continued our walked I noticed a man with a pearl colored mask and a midnight black cape. He was attractive to say the least, his eyes were the color of sapphires and his jet black hair was smoothed out behind in him an elegant way, away from his ivory skinned face.

I stared at him, he seemed odd, he seemed… familiar.

At last you're here, come closer my darling you have no reason to be afraid, come to your teacher Christine Daee!

That elegant voice was here but again no owner, I looked and the tour guide left without me. I walked to the handsome man for which I now knew who he truly is.

"Mademoiselle, I bid you welcome, do you wish for a tour." He spoke like an angel….

"Actually I want to know why the Phantom is haunting the opera house still after death, if you don't mind my asking." He looked shocked and then relaxed.

"How can you see me?" it wasn't a question I was willing to give so I gave an excuse.

"The tour guide didn't stop at you to say anything significant about you or tell you to leave bozo. And neither the tourists nor my class took any pictures of you, so therefore I knew they couldn't see you and that lead to the conclusion of you being a spirit of Erik." He looked once again shocked at my discovery,

"Do you remember me?" he asked desperately, I know who he is but…. How can he know me?

"I'm sorry Erik but I don't, I only know about you, you died before I could meet you." He held my shoulders now, I bet I looked odd just standing there talking to myself.

"May we chat somewhere privately because I bet I look odd right now talking to myself." He slowly let go of my shoulders and led me to box 5 which was left empty.

"How can you not remember our love?!" his tone took me aback, I flinched as he hugged me and sobbed into my shoulder.

"Dear little phantom, hush now, please dry your tears. You have no more to fear, I am right here now, I can see you. How long have you gone without a friend." He looked at my eyes longingly, than reached out to touch my face.

"Oh dear one have you forgotten, have you forgotten the day, that you lead astray from me your angel of music."

"What do you mean, have you gone mad, why do you say the day, I have not met you before this day. Have you mistaken me for someone else?"

"Christine I know you are in there, how can you do this thing to me, how can you betray me, you left without a word or sound. Christine you were my light, Christine you were my air, how can you do this thing to me."

I backed away from his embrace and looked him in his eyes.

"Erik I'm no Christine, no this cannot be, do not fool yourself with illusions, you are but dreaming. Have you really fooled yourself that I am Christine?"

Backing away slowly to the door he reaches out for me.

"I'm sorry that I may have frightened you, but please don't go away, please stay with me for a little longer, I promise I'll behave."

I looked at this man, this man had been through so much and has been alone for years without a little company to talk or see him.

"Do you promise on what's left of your life?" he nodded.

"I swear to it."

"then I shall stay with you till dinner."

Oooh I wonder whats she gots herself into. Find out next chapter and tell your friends about me and this story I bet they'll love it thanks and no flames please!

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