The Opera ghost's whisper

I do not own anything

Chapter 5

" here is your script, try to practice more at home, We don't have much time left until the show."

" yes, thank you, monsieur, I will take my leave now."

" see you again, it was nice meeting you." I waved.

After Megan left the room.

" I hope everything will be fine, I honestly don't know why or how could things went wrong that night, I am really sorry, Julian."

" no problem, guest I am not lucky enough to get to see my favorite Opera 'Phantom of the Opera' on my birthday, the first show of my best friend's opera house…" I joked. " anyway, I have been curious forever. Why did you choose this business? I thought you would choose to work at your father's company, or become a doctor and take over your family hospital, I mean you like business and all, right?"

" well, I don't know why, I just wanted to try something new, my father wanted me to work for the family company or at least become a doctor and take over the family's hospital as you said, and I thought I would follow his footsteps since you know, I always listen to him."

" really?"

" no, I will tell you a secret."

" sure."

" my family was not always in the medical and business area, we used to own an opera house, right here, in France."

" what?" I was shocked. " but…"

" I don't know why, but when I was a young boy, I accidentally saw my family tree, and I read my great grandfather's journals. He did mention an opera house in one or two pages."

" and?"

" well, I only got to read the journals about after my great grandfather moved to American, I was quite excited, so I came and asked my father about what happened to that opera house." Russell said with a small frown. " he said he did not know, he did talk to my grandfather about that when he was about my age. Grandfather said that he earned two broken bones because of the question about the opera house that my great grandfather owned."

" that is … hard…"

" yeah… two broken bones, and one black eye…. and a bleeding nose," Russell said, " after I read the journals, I suddenly wanted to try this. But my father was against it, he said that before my great grandfather died, in his death bed, he said he wished all of his successors to be doctors or businessmen, no one in the family was allowed to do anything that relates to opera and music."

" and?"

" well, my father said he wanted to honor my great grandfather's wish, so he didn't want me to do this, but you know me, once I want something, I will work hard to get it. His final attempt to stop me was ' if you want to do this, you are all alone, no one will help you, you will start everything again with two empty hands. Good thing I have my wife Rachel and you to support me all the way."

" I did nothing."

" you were there for me, and you did give me all of your scholarships and your lunch back there, that is what matters most. Thank you, Julian."

" Anyway, about the opera house that your great grandfather owned, do you know anything about it? Like what was its name? or what happened to it? And why your great grandfather didn't want to talk about it?"

" I don't know much, most of what I know about the opera house my great grandfather owned was through his journals, and he did not mention it much, only in two or three first page, he did saying that he left France after he sold an opera house that he owned hoping to have a new life and a new start."

" what was your great grandfather's name again?"

" his name? Randy David, why?"

" Randy David?"

" I know, weird name, right?"

" no, not like that, I have a feeling that his name was not Randy…"

" what? You know my great grandfather?"

" no, how could I know him? I hadn't even been born by the time he was dead."

" yeah… if you know him, that would be pretty weird."

" no doubt."

" …"

"…"

" what made you think his name was not Randy?"

" well, I honestly don't know, I just did. It was just a feeling…. I felt like his name did start with an 'R' but it wasn't 'Randy'."

" right." Russell looked at me like he thought I was crazy. even then, I couldn't help but feel that way.

" anyway, July, how about this, I will tell everyone to play 'phantom of the opera' one more time for you to judge if the show is ready or not. Will you consider that my apology?"

" really? You will do that for me? but what bout the diva? Mademoiselle Daring is sick, right?"

" she has understudy, and I am sure Mademoiselle Daring will make a perfect 'Christine Daae'. She was a big fan of 'phantom of the opera' anyway. She knows all the songs and moves by heart."

" right." I nodded, when I looked up from the script Russell gave me, he was still looking at me with a very weird look on his face, the one that said that something was bugging him. "all alright, spill, what the hell is on your mind?"

" you know, if the opera ghost haunts you, does that mean you are 'Christine Daae'? the opera diva?"

" very funny, do you see me laughing?"

" it could be true, you know. I saw how you walk. Like a true dancer." Russell laughed awkwardly.

" that is so not funny, according to the movie and also the book, 'Christine Daae' was a young girl, who was around 18 by the time the story happened, brown hair, blue eyes, pale skin, you know, the usual beautiful woman with an angelic face. Look at me, I have black hair, green eyes, and am six feet tall. Do I look like a girl to you?"

" you are right. But no one knows about their past life anyway," Russell looked at me up and down. " If anyone asked me, I would say you looked more like the phantom, rather than the diva." He looked at my face again, then nodded. " yes, a white haft face mask will make you a perfect phantom."

" that is my point."

" then can you explain to me why he chose you?"

" I don't know." I sighed. " I mean, the Phantom was my idol, he was a misunderstood genius, who just wanted someone to love, to give himself to, to feel that he was not alone in this world, yet no one ever listened to him, but Christine Daae, the young girl he took in his shield, but she betrayed him for someone she hadn't met since she was a child, I still feel like something was wrong with the story."

" that is how Gaston wrote the story, Julian." Russell said. " but then, what is not to like about him? He was a Vicomte, rich and handsome, and young, and Christine Daae was a young girl with her head in the clouds, who wanted her Prince Charming to come and take her away on a white horse. Take a look at the Phantom and the Vicomte, who looks like a Prince Charming to you?"

" I guess you are right."

" in that time, killing a human is wrong, no matter what reason was, I know the Phantom killed for the Diva, to protect her from any harm, but that only made her thought of him as a monster and a killer. Besides, you know, love, at first sight, does exist, and especially when you are a handsome, young, and rich Vicomte."

Suddenly I heard someone whisper…

How dare he…

" huh?" I looked around, " did you say something?"

" no, I didn't. what?"

" oh, never mind me, I will go to Box five and watch the rehearsal from there, alright?"

" sure, go ahead."

oOo

I sat down on the chair and read the script again, I had read 'phantom of the Opera', watched the movie, and read a lot of other stories that related to 'Phantom of the Opera', but every time, but I kept feeling like something was wrong, that the story did not end like this like Besides, there must be something else….

Wait, I was sitting in Box five, according to the book, this was known as the Phantom's private seat, and somewhere in here, there was a trapdoor ...

I looked at the wall, it wouldn't be that easy, right? But I chose one of them and tried to push myself against it.

Suddenly, the wall moved.

And I, once again, fell in the darkness.

Come to me…

My Angel…

My beloved Angel…

(TBC)