In a days time, The Phantom was capable of cleaning the stage with a push boom, and fixed the stage's dark red curtains, to where they were pulled up as if a show was performing. He went backstage and went through props, discarding the demolished, just as half of his theater was, and keeping only the useful ones.
The Phantom was proud that his cleaning plan was working. His only thoughts were to get his theater up and running again.
After giving the place one final sweep, he decided that he did enough work for one day and would return to his lair.
The Phantom approached the dressing room, where the entrance to his room was located. The dressing room had not changed much since the departure of its last occupant. There were what seemed to be hundreds of dead roses, which were now only stems. The Phantom began to slide the glass mirror which led him to his lair, when he heard a light pair of footsteps descend from the Opera Populaire's entrance.
A visitor?
It had been so long since the Phantom had been in the presence of another human. What pondered his mind was why he would be having a visitor so late at night. He had no source of time, but he knew the sun had set well past three hours ago.
Without a second thought, The Phantom began to lurk into the dark shadow of his Opera, taking all the shortcuts he knew, until he reached box five to watch his new visitor.
A graceful girl with eyes of wonder and amazement came walking up to the stage. She looked behind her several times as if to check if she was followed here. Her blond hair was wore tightly into a bun on top of her head, and wore a light green velvet dress that hugged her tightly around the waist, tied back with a bow. The Phantom assumed she was no older than her mid twenties, and was an amateur dancer by the way she walked. He watched her as she wandered throughout his Opera, just as anyone would do if they came here, and followed her silently. The Phantom quietly made his way through the sliding glass mirror once he realized the girl was heading there.
The Phantom wondered why the girl had come alone. She defiantly was a brave soul, for she did not look frighten as most people did when they came to his Opera. She had obviously had a good reason for coming if she came alone at night. Had this foolish viper forgotten of the Phantom of the Opera, or did she believe he was dead just like the rest?
Eleana wandered around the Opera House recalling the last time she had been their. Eleana and her fiancee were in town to see a new Opera Show. The leading role was being played by Christine Daae, a girl she had never heard of before.
But when the girl began to sing, nothing in the world mattered to her. But what struck her most by her performance was what memories it brought back to her, for the lyrics of the song she sang, Think of Me, explained exactly how she felt for years after she met the boy at the freak show. Later that night all she thought about was the boy, remembering that her heart was already taken. She did not love her fiancee the way she loved the boy. She simply had to agree to marry him because her father gave him his word.
She had read the stories in the paper about the Opera Ghost and how he gave Miss Daae singing lessons and seduced her into his home, that lay below the Paris Opera House, through the mirror in her dressing room. Eleana knew instantly that the Phantom would be her only hope for learning how to sing, because Christine's voice was the second most amazing voice she had ever heard.
Eleana kept pushing back her marriage as much as possible by making excuses that she wanted to see more of the world, while planning on how to escape in order to go to Paris and seek the Phantom and soon after find the boy she loved. Eventually Eleana pulled herself together one night and left only leaving her fiancee with a letter stating she never loved him, for she was in love with another man, and to not go looking for her.
Eleana made her way to the dressing room that once belonged to Christine Daae. The room was covered with dried up petals of roses, she imagined these were left from her last performance at the Opera House two years ago.
She made her way up to the mirror that was across the room as she undid her bow that was holding her blond hair into a bun. She placed both hands upon the glass of the mirror, starring at her reflection, hesitating to open it for she was scared to see what was inside.
Don't be a chicken! I have to follow through, it's the only way I can learn to sing!
Eleana reassured herself that she was doing the right thing when she heard music descending from behind the mirror.
The Phantom starred at the girl through the mirror, where he sat observing her. Her beauty had stunned him profondly, and her eyes had sunken right through him. He felt as if she was looking directly at him, and he felt...well almost whole. The girl placed her hands upon the mirror and the Phantom placed his upon hers in return. But the girl pulled away her hands and apperaed to have a look of doubt in her face.
She's leaving? But why?
The Phantom did not want her to leave, he wanted to know why she came. Without thinking the Phantom ran to his lair as fast as he could, reached his pipe organ, and began to play his music for the first time in two years.
All of Eleana's attention was focused on the music that was playing. She had no doubt about who was playing the sorrow melchannly music.
She slid the mirror open without much effort, for it was cracked open already. A black tunnel that appeared as if to be never ending was infront of her. Not sure of what she was doing she began to make her way to the end of the tunnel.
At the end of the tunnel was a lake surronded by mist. Surely she was not going to have to swim to find the composur of the music. But then she realized their was a boat. Eleana made sure the it was steady by placing her foot in boat, it gently rocked, and she was sure it was sturdy. She grabbed onto a pole that was next to the boat to support her weight until she caught her balance on the boat and pushed off.
Candels began to appear right out of the water and were lit. She tried to take in as much as the room as she could. The lake that surronded her was covered by a mist, which made this all much scarier. But nothing could stop Eleana now, she was almost there.
The path which the boat was following came to an end. Without thinking Eleana got out of the boat looking for the source of the music. In the room were thousands of cobwebs, it obviously had not been cleaned in awhile, along with a repulca of the Opera House fully restored. The beautiful but sorrow music which had almost brought her to tears stopped.
Eleana turned around where she found to beface to face with the Phantom of the Opera.