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"I didn't get the part, Angel." She spoke at a hushed tone, disappointment in her voice.

"Do not fret dear child, it was not your fault." The voice came from high above and slowly fell on us like rain falling from a storm cloud overhead.

"Oh Angel, but it was. I refused to sing." She uttered mournfully. "Mademoiselle Firman's voice was lovely, even better than mine."

"Firman?" The voice sounded confused. Of course the voice had to know who I was; it was an Angel after all. The next part of their conversation I didn't pay much attention to, for I saw a shape on the other side of the stage, hiding in the shadows. At first I couldn't quite make out the shape, and then my eyes finish adjusting. It was a person, the shape of a person.

Oh my god, it's not an Angel it's a man. How could this man have such an amazing voice that could pull you into a dream in an instant?

I silently stepped back, Christine started to sing and every so often the man gave her a lesson, or told her to stand strait. I stepped to my side behind a backdrop and slowly went toward where the man was I crept slowly towards the other end of the scene. I finally got to the end and took a look at the man. He was a few feet in front of me, his back to me. His right side faced the front of the backdrop. I could see a white mask on his face.

Could it be? Was this the Phantom of the Opera? He was a man and pretended to be an Angel.

I slowly stepped back, being careful not to make a sound. I made my way from the scene to the curtains. Somewhat hidden by the curtain I now looked on the left side of the man. His mask didn't cover that side of his face. This man was handsome, perhaps the most handsome man I had ever seen. He was tall and had black hair that was smoothly slicked back. His eyes were closed, clearly lost in Christine's voice. He was swaying back and forth as if he was being rocked by her voice. Suddenly he opened his eyes.

"Christine, Christine. It is late now Mon Ange, go and get some rest." He said cooingly his voice echoing through the room.

"Yes Angel." Christine curtsied and walked toward her room. The sound of her footsteps followed her. The man sighed and turned to leave. The moment he turned I stepped as far back into the curtain as I could. Somehow he didn't see me; maybe he was concentrating on something important? He walked carefully in the shadows, and I decided to follow.

He went down some steps that lead backstage. We wound through to the foyer, and then the man stopped. What was he doing? He clung close to the wall so no unexpected passerby might see him, although the opera house was quiet and most of its inhabitants were sleeping. He stood there for a moment then tapped the wall in a few places and pushed against it gently.

The wall opened and he entered. He vanished before my eyes! How on Earth were there secret doors in an Opera house? After he closed the door I walked over cautiously. I eyed the wall for a moment and tried to remember how the man touched the wall.

I tapped high on the wall then low and in the middle then right to my side. The wall made a clicking noise and I pushed against it. It was very heavy, but the man opened it with such grace and ease. Once there was a crack large enough to enter, I slipped in.

There was a tunnel right in front of me and I could hear the man's footsteps going down the tunnel. I cautiously walked down the tunnel trying not to make any noise.

I must have succeeded because the man did not turn back, he kept going. Finally after a moment I caught up to the man, he turned a corner and I waited quietly before I did so. I saw the man enter a large room, and in the center a lake, with a boat at the shore.

The man entered the boat and gondola his way through the lake. After he turned the corner I stepped up to the lake. It was full of mist and as I put my foot in I felt the frigidness of the water consume my foot. A moment passed. Did I really want to catch a cold trying to follow the Opera Ghost? I went to turn and leave but music came from far off.

I instantly stopped in my tracks. This was the most beautiful music I had ever heard in my life. I had to see the source. I had to follow the Opera Ghost.

OOOO cliff hanger, what do you think will happen next?

Erik: I assume she will follow me.

Me: Perhaps.

Erik: She has a lovely voice and is very beautiful.

Me: Yep. What are you gunna do? Will you fall in love with her or will you stick with Christine?

Erik: She's engaged! Wait, how did I not hear her following me?

Me: You weren't paying attention.

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