A cold breeze swept through the night air as Eleana stood outside the Opera Populaire. She had dreamed of this moment for so long. Dreaming to walk through the halls of the Opera House again to finally meet the only person that could help her.

But all those dreams had crumbled as she starred at the building that was burned down in front of her. She could not believe her eyes. She had left everything behind to come here, her fiancee, her family, her life.

Eleana starred out to the Opera House reminiscing what had brought her here in the first place.

"Come on Eleana or we are going to be late."

"I don't wana go! Nicolette said it was going to be scary!" she said pulling away from her brother's grasp.

"Don't believe what Nicolette says, he doesn't know what hes talking about."

"He told me that the Freak Show takes little girls and keeps them for their shows!" she said on the urge of crying.

"No one is going to take you Eleana."

"You promise?"

"I promise."

Eleana's brother stretched out his arm waiting for her to take his hand. She hesitated, wondering if her brother was really telling the truth or not. But slowly she reached out for his hand.

Eleana's family were visiting Paris for a vacation and her brothers, Nicolette and Claude were going to see a Freak Show that was in town. Eleana was no more than 8 years old.

She and her brothers entered the tent that held the freak show. Their were cages that held chimpanzees, lions, and two headed snakes. But what held her attention the most was a cage that was covered with red curtains.

As they waited for more people to arrive at the freak show, a short, balding, stubby man appeared, wearing a top hat along with a multicolored vest and a cane.

''Please gather around, gather around here, Mosiurers and Madammosielles. -Yes that's it, thank you." the man said.

He waited until their was a full house to carry on.

"Monsieur and Madamosielles, I present to you Enfant du Diable!" boasted the man.

On the cage their was a sign that read: The Devil's Child. The red curtains were pulled up as the tent was filled with gasps and screams of horror. In the cage lied a child, no older than 12 years old, wearing dirty rags for clothing which covered most of his skinny body. His hair was ragged and looked like it had not been cut in years, let alone washed.

But what stood out the most was his face. Half of his face was deformed. The young boy tried to cover it, hiding his humilition from the crowd, as the older man pulled out his whip, and began to hit him all over.

"Show them your face, it is what they payed for!" the man yelled as he finished whipping him.

Slowly the boy pulled his hand away from his face and shut his eyes. Eleana could not help but feel pity for him. No one should be treated like that, like a savage, deformed face or not. The man threw some bread into the cage and the boy consumed it within seconds.

Eleana slipped off her hand bag she was wearing in order to make an excuse to come back. She then turned to her brother Claude.

"Can we go home now?"

Claude nodded, granting her wish, probably thinking she was scared. Truth be told the boy had not scared her at all.

As they reached their house, Eleana packed some spare change, a loaf of bread, water, and a hair pin into another one of her handbags.

"Claude, I left my handbag at the Freak Show, may I go get it?"

"Eleana, you have about a million handbags, you won't miss this one."

"Please brother, it has all my money father gave me in it!"

"Oh alright, but be careful and don't take to long, its getting dark."

Eleana left in a hurry, running the whole way to the Freak Show. She sneaked in through curtains unnoticed.

She approached the cage which the boy she saw lied. He had his back turned from her facing a music box the shape of an monkey that appeared to be singing a tune, which the boy was humming along to.

"Masquerade...paper faces on parade...Masquerade...hide your face so the world will never find you..." the boy sang.

His voice was not at all what she expected from a boy with such a hideous face. His singing made her heart melt and forget why she was their. She knew this feeling, for it was love.

She slowly came back to reality and withdrew the hair pin from her handbag and began to pick the lock. After a couple attempts, she successfully unlocked the cage, while the boy watched her with a look of shock and curiosity in his face.

"Monsieur, please take this and leave, never come back. Start a new life." Eleana said as she handed him her handbag that contained the money, food, and water.

The boy starred at her as if he did not understand one word she had just said, but then retrieved the hang bag and hopped out of the cage. He looked into her eyes and smiled, and then began to sprint into the night silently.

"I will pray for you!" Eleana yelled at him hoping he heard her.

Eleana came back to reality, still staring at the Opera House. She did not come all this way for nothing. She could not just forget why she came here. She needed to find the boy from the freak show whom she loved. She needed to learn to sing so that she could be with the man she loved. She could not leave without trying.

Slowly, Eleana began to walk up to the Opera House, praying to God that her only hope still exsited, The Phantom of the Opera.