Erik's (The Phantom) first apperance-Yay! Please read AND review

The Meeting Spring 1882

I don't know how this began. I was just walking through Paris when a voice said,

Erin?

I looked around and saw no one.

Erin, Erin.

Still no one.

I saw a woman I recognized as Madame Giry.

"Madame Giry, do you remember me? I used to be one of your ballet students before I departed. My name is Erin."

"Oh, Erin," she began, "Why have not seen you at the opera house?"
"Because I cannot sing in Opera style. And my mother-She did not want me to be a chorus girl. But what I enjoy most is writing. My mother and I went in disagreement and I ran away when I was 13. I have several jobs and now I am twenty-three."

"But…"

"I heard a voice and I don't think it's the Phantom."

"Oh, I think it is," she said, "and he wants something from you."

"I do not have anything to offer him."

'Yes, you do," Madame Giry said, "or he wouldn't even bother."

"I cannot sing opera and I am not a ballet dancer."

"Your writing…." Madame Giry said, "and I will tell you something about him. You must tell him who sent you and why you came. Hand at the level of your eyes. Or he'll hang you. Respect him. His name is Erik."

"How will I find him, if he is looking for me?"

"I will take you as far as I can go and you must find him."

"He wants the opera I am writing."
"I would guess, but you do not have music-maybe he wants the music for it."

That night, Madame Giry led me to the direction where Erik, the Phantom was last seen.

I was left halfway and I had my opera-now ¾ finished-in my sack.

(Tune to the Angel of Music, Mirror scene)
Erin, Erin, the voice called.

Erin, I have seen you

Writing and slaving each day

You should be

A partner

Helping in my triumph

I sang back, but not well to an opera singer.

Erik, I hear you.

Why call me?

Show me

Who you are

Let me see you

Let me enter at last

Erik

Amazing writer

You'll see me

See why I asked you to come

Look inside the gate

And you'll see me inside

I walked to him. I saw the gate and it slowly opened. The Phantom, Erik walked out, too. I was not afraid. I felt as though he wanted to see my writing now.

"Erin, my dear writer," Erik began, "I heard of your misfortune with the ballet and the troubles of your singing. But you are writer and I will help you prepare a successful opera."
"Erik, I have it here and my purpose is to finish it by the end of this year."

"We will finish what we started with Don Juan-having a successful opera."

"You will not say you wrote my opera."

"I am not insisting that. We both will take credit for an opera that will blow the audiences away."

"Yes," I agreed firmly, "It will. I had to re-write it because my mother ripped it in pieces and shunned me for that. I ran away because I felt that if I wasn't my mother's ideal, I'd be expected to be disrespected."

"At least your mother loved you and wasn't afraid of you or hid you away."

"I'm sorry about your mother. I always believe that it wasn't your fault if you were born a certain way. If you develop a talent not 'suitable' for society. And as Madame Giry says, 'Something what someone else wants you to be is not what you're meant be.'"

"You knew Madame Giry?"

"Yes. For a short time when I was learning ballet in the opera house, I started learning en Pointe at the time. I started to struggle in learning en Pointe ballet. After a practice, Madame Giry noticed and said that I was double-jointed in my toes and if I wanted to prevent any injury that I should not take ballet anymore."

"Opera ballet requires en Pointe and she threw you out?"

"No, she did not throw me out. She saved me from a life of ballet-a life of something I had no desire or passion for."

"Madame Giry knows everything and she led you to me."

(To the tune of the Music of the Night)
Erik:

Your skill sharpens

Heightens each sensation

Grasp it, sense it

Wait for your imagination

Silently you write

Not letting anyone see

Help me restart

The Music of the Night

Slowly, gently

My music shall help it

Hear it, feel it

Grand and Tender

Turn your back away

From the ones that pushed away

Turn your thoughts

Into reality

Help me with the

Music of the Night

Erik was right, I needed his help to complete my opera.

"Erik, I will stay here and I will work to finish what you and I have started."

"We have much to do in eight months."