I can't wait till the weekend...I just HAD to update. The pull...it was...it was too strong.
Erik: *flaps cape back and forth* you're being overly dramatic.
Me: Says the guy that can't take a rejection.
Erik: *straightens up* That's a low blow.
Raoul: *grinning widely, slapping a hand on Erik's back* It's alright. It's not like she wanted to be with you anyway.
Me: Don't say that! *Chucks pencil at Raoul's head* Idiot. Now you hurt his feelings.
Erik: *pinches bridge of nose* Just...no.
Disclaimer: I don't own POTO characters, But I do own my OC's
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After the plane landed, Elle and I immediately stood up, crawling over each other trying to grab our personal belongings. Our group stepped off the plane and headed straight towards the baggage claim, quickly grabbing our luggage while our director ordered a little tour bus. We arrived just when the sun started to set, resulting in Elle and I squealing about how Paris would look at night. It took about 20 minutes before the bus came and everyone practically ran in it. Of course I still sat by Elle on the bus, being joined by Mack and Jake, who sat in the seats behind us.
Elle gazed out of the window with an amazed expression. "It's more beautiful than I could ever imagine." she breathed out. I rose a brow when Mack mumbled, 'you have no idea' under his breath while looking at Elle who was too focused on Paris' beauty, she hadn't noticed his little comment. I awkwardly coughed before turning to face the two boys behind us. I had to stifle a laugh when I caught sight of Jake's face. He's not a person to travel much, suffering from motion sickness if he so much as stepped foot in a car. My gaze shifted back over to Mack who was observing Elle as she gazed at the sights Paris had to offer.
I reached over and patted Jake's arm in a comforting way. "You'll be fine. Just lean back a little." I reassured him.
He moved his head to look me in the eye before scoffing and turning onto his side to look out the window. "You act like my mom." His tone was a little bit rough, but I brushed it off, blaming his motion sickness for his attitude.
"And you act like a jackass, but you don't see me complaining." I let my hand drop away from his arm before turning back around so I wouldn't have to deal with him. I don't like dealing with people when they're in a bad mood, because if they snap at me, I more than likely will snap back. And I don't want that to happen right now. Not when I can be enjoying Paris.
"Oh!" Elle squeaked, hitting her hands against the window a couple times. "Jace look! It's that opera house! The one you wanted to see so badly!" She quickly grabbed my wrist and shock it a couple times to make sure I looked out the window. And she was right. My heart leaped into my throat as I looked at the opera house, in all its glory. I wanted to get up and stop the bus so I could run in and look around myself. My hands clenched and unclenched at the need to get out.
"We get to go there tomorrow." Our director pointed out to us. I felt a smile break over my face and I squeezed Elle's hand.
She looked back at me with a smirk, "Maybe we'll see your boyfriend, hmm?" I sat there with a deadpanned expression, but couldn't help the little victory dance trying to break out of me. Mack ended up being the first to break out into a fit of laughter, followed by Elle and I.
Jake let a groan leave his lips as he rolled his eyes. "Won't be surprised if Jace starts briefing us on facts about her fictional lover."
"Oh shush Mr. Jackass and go to sleep before you decide to show us your lunch again." I snorted through my fit of laughter, earning a growl from Jake, more laughter from Mack, and an 'Ew' from Elle.
We arrived at a four story hotel just down the street from the opera house, which made me very happy. We were then grouped together in threes since each suite had three beds. I wasn't surprised when I was paired with Elle, it was like we were inspirable, but I inwardly groaned when we were partnered with a girl named Taylor. Taylor isn't very...smart. She's the prime example who why blondes are thought to be dumb. Not to mention that she's full of herself and her voice is like metal grating against gravel. To put it simply, she's a popular-stuck-up-blonde-bimbo.
Elle scrunched up her nose while I gagged when Taylor came to stand by us, her over usage of perfume being forced into our lungs. I tried to distance myself from her when we started walking to our room, but it was still pretty bad since her perfume left a trail behind her. We finally get to our room, but I didn't take the time to admire it, making a beeline to the window to breath in the fresh air. I stood there with my head hanging out the window for a bit before turning around to see our room. It was huge. The walls a golden color, small angel figurines everywhere, and two beds.
Two beds?
Before Elle or me could take both of them, Taylor plopped herself down on one along with her bag. She looked up at us before tossing her hair over her shoulder. "There's a couch bed over there. One of you guys can take it."
I stayed rooted to my spot glaring at the girl. "I'll take the couch bed." I hissed to Elle. She looked at me for a second before nodding and heading over to the regular bed. I spun on my heel and stomped over to the couch to make the bed. Placing my hands on the mattress, I could feel the springs poking up through the fabric. Sighing, I draped a blanket over the mattress in hopes of lessening my discomfort. After lying down, I could tell I'd need a big load of blankets to stop the springs from poking me. This was going to be a long night.
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*The next day*
Everyone met in the lobby before we started the walk towards the opera house. The cool wind blew my curls in front of my eyes, making me shove my hair behind my ear with a huff. I could've straightened my hair, but Taylor took two hours to get ready, leaving me with just enough time to take a shower and brush my teeth. I envied Elle and how she got up early enough to make herself presentable. Maybe I should start doing the same. Jake and Mack walked along side Elle and I, Elle being he one to talk to them while I let my mind wonder.
I couldn't shake the thought of there possibly being an Opera Ghost. That story just kept popping up in my head. Along with the bits of research I've done about evidence towards his existence. I wanted to go search around the opera house, see if all I found was true. I couldn't be in any real danger if I wondered around, the Phantom could be dead for all I know. It's been decades since the supposed fire. No one is able to live that long. Well, unless they're immortal. But I highly doubt that.
"...Will you, Jace?"
I blinked a couple times, not realizing that my friends have been talking to me while I was off in dream land. "Will I do what?" I questioned clearing my throat, "I wasn't listening."
Elle huffed a stray hair from her eyes before grabbing onto my wrist. "We want to see if this...ghost, is real. But none of us know where to look. Will you show us where he could be?"
I looked between the three of them, all of their eyes hopeful, before busting up laughing. I couldn't believe they wanted to look for the Opera Ghost. They were the ones who denied his existence at first. I stopped laughing before throwing my arms out, "I thought you guys were the ones who didn't believe in him! Now you want look for him? We'd get in trouble!"
Jake smirked and hung his arms around my shoulders, "My middle name is trouble. But you can't blame us for being curious. We just want to see if your little lover is real, is that so bad?" He ended with an innocent pout.
"Yes it's bad! He could be dead and...and we could step on some trap he had set up!" I reasoned pulling his arm off my shoulder. I looked at Elle for a moment, waiting for her to back me up, but she didn't speak. I sighed before walking a step ahead of my little group. "Fine." I mumbled under my breath.
We stayed quiet the rest of the way there. My eyes scanned the steps leading up to the large doors. The whole building was huge and glorious. It practically radiated beauty. As soon as we entered into the lobby, I looked around, soaking in all the architecture and statues. Jake pulled me by my arm, breaking us away from our company, back to our little exploring group. I stumbled a little bit when I saw that Taylor was added to our group. If steam could come out of my ears, it would be happening right now. I didn't even try to hide my anger when I started to glare at her.
"What is she doing here? I thought it was just us." I hissed. My hands balling into fists. Elle stepped forward to try and calm me down, but I side stepped away from her.
Taylor flicked her bottle-blonde hair over her shoulder. "I wanted to see if this guy was real too. Jake let me join." She replied, throwing a hand carelessly in Jake's direction.
My glare shifted towards Jake, who put his hands up in a surrender type of way. I looked between all four of them before turning by back to them. "Let's just get this over with." I started to walk briskly towards a hallway, not caring if they chose to follow me or not. My eyes scanned each door before stopping at one. Opening it up, I ushered everyone in.
"I heard a door open over here." A thick French accented man called out.
My eyes widened in panic as I quickly shut the door behind me. "Guys, I hope you're good at playing hide-and-seek, cause it looks like someone's coming to look for us." Everyone's face turned to panic as they searched for a hiding place. I stood there leaning against the door for a bit before finding a gap between a scenery prop, just big enough for me to squeeze into. We all held our breaths as soon as the door opened. I watched as a pair of boots entered the room and started to look around. The boots stopped in front of my spot, making me silently pray that I wouldn't be discovered. As soon as they walked away, I let my breath out and observed as the boots walked around a while.
'Sneeky bastard.' I smirked as I watched the boots go towards the door, open it, and then close it so that we'd think he had left. I looked around to see if any of us bought his little trick, only to roll my eyes when I caught Taylor starting to get all the props she hid under, off.
"Ew. When we get back I'm def- Hey! What do you think you're doing?!" She called out when the guy grabbed her by the arm and started to drag her out of the room, her screaming protests all the way.
I snickered as I crawled out of my spot, stretching my limbs before silently calling out, "Guys the coast is clear." Elle and Mack stepped out from behind a fake boulder while Jake stumbled out from behind the curtains. "We might not have much time before blondie decides to rat us out, so we might want to hurry." I whispered, fast walking towards the opposite side of the stage. Taking a left, we entered the large prop room. Elle getting distracted by all of the sparkly dresses, I had to drag her away more than once. We reached another door at the end of the prop room, crossing my fingers as I opened it, we came to a carpeted area with dark wooden doors on each side.
I smiled as I realized we had made it to the dressing rooms. I walked a short distance before stopping in front of the door that read 'Christine Daae' .
"So she was real." I breathed, amazed that the story of the Phantom wasn't fake. I turned to look at the others, a smile gracing my features. "Christine was the girl the Phantom taught and fell in love with."
Elle let a little smile fall onto her lips as Mack nodded his head. Jake shrugged his shoulders. "And here comes the facts." he mumbled under his breath. I shot a look at him before turning back around to look at the door. I hesitantly turned the door nob, letting the door swing open to reveal a large room. I stepped inside and looked around. The walls were a shade of pink, probably from the prima donna before her. Lots of flower vases were scattered around, and a small dresser. I stepped up to the dresser and found a wilted rose with a black ribbon tied around it on top. Picking it up, I spun it around to observe it a little better.
"Ow!" I yelped, dropping the rose and holding my bleeding finger.
"What happened?" Jake came up behind me, worry in his voice. "Did you get poisoned? Stabbed? Hurt in any way?"
I turned around, sucking on my finger, before rolling my eyes, "And you said I act like a mother. No, I just got poked by a rose thorn. I'm fine." We stood there for a second before Jake awkwardly looked away and rubbed the back of his head. I rose a brow before turning my head and spotting the large mirror. "We need to go in there to find his lair." I announced pointing at the glass. Everyone nodded and waited for me to step forward.
Elle quickly latched onto my arm, desperation in her eyes, "M-Maybe you were right. He could be dead. We shouldn't go down there to find out."
"We're already this far." I shook my head at her. Turning back towards the mirror, I reached a hand out and started to open it. The breath in my throat hitched as it started to smoothly glide to the side. Almost there...
I was quickly yanked by the arm away from the mirror. "Do you guys think you're crazy?!" A man with a slight French accent yelled. He went forward and shut the mirror before running a hand through his graying hair. As if just realizing we were there, he looked up at us with narrowed eyes. "You don't know what might've happened if you set foot in there."
Raising an eyebrow, Jake stepped forward, "And what might've happened? Nothing was going to be there," I looked up at him with questioning eyes. Jake wasn't normally this rude to other people.
I placed a hand on his arm, only to have him shove it off and walk down the hallway. Turning back to the man, I saw that he was frantically whispering towards the mirror. Looking over to Elle, she shrugged her shoulders and mouthed 'Talking to himself?' I smiled at her before stepping over to the man. He jumped when I started speaking to him.
"Sir?" I waited for him to look at me before I continued, "I'm really sorry about my friend. And I'm sorry for being in here."
He calmed down a bit and smiled, "Quite all right Miss...?"
"Jace. You can call me Jace. " I smiled, sticking out my hand for him to shake.
"I'm Monsieur Fodua', the manager of the opera house." He replied, shaking my hand with a smile on his face.
Mack stepped up a little bit to ask, "Excuse me Monsieur, could you tell us why we aren't aloud in there?" Elle and I looked at him with the same questioning stare.
The manager's smile dropped as he looked around for a moment before leaning in and whispering, "I cannot speak of it right now. There are ears here. Come, come. I'll lead you to my office." he gestured for us to follow. We all exchanged a look before Elle and Mack followed right behind him. I walked forward a little before stopping dead in my tracks. I could faintly hear someone softly singing.
I am your angel of music
Come to me angel of music
Quickly shrugging it off as the tune coming from my head, I walked out of the room and ran to catch up with Elle and Mack.
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Alright first order of business. Don't hate me if on the song part I messed up, cause really, I can't tell if the Phantom sings "Come to me angel of music" or "Come to the angel of music."
Phantom's POV next chapter! sorry I didn't have enough Phantom in this chapter...please forgive me.
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