Welcome back again! :)
WordNerb93: It's okay, and thanks! :)
Michi41: I know, but I needed a random name for that scene... his came to mind first :P lol
Read-a-holic2200: I've never seen it either, but I have the music for it. :D Thanks, glad you liked it. :)
Tink555: Whoops... that's what happens when I listen to the music while writing this at the same time :)
MeWantACookie: I love that song too! ! It's in this chapter! :D Yay!
Galaxina-the-Seedrian: lol, yep you can go on with hating her now. I think the original Phantom is better, but the Phantom's original voice for LND is AMAZING! ! ! Ugh so nice...
Hard Coaster: ... Wow what a coincidence. :D
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Although it is sunny outside, there is a place where the light does not appear. In a secret place below Phantasma, there are many wonders. Creations of a genius, many mirrors, a piano and a lovely woman with long raven hair. The Phantom walked out from behind a mirror and embraced the woman from behind. He was so engrossed with her that he had almost forgotten…
He pulled back and looked at the woman. Everytime he sees this thing, he almost thinks it's real… but sadly it's not. She's only a creation his mind made. Here she sits, taunting him with the fact that she isn't real.
He breathed out deeply and looked at the woman automaton. He began singing out desperately,
'Ten long years, living a mere façade of life.
Ten long years, wasting my time on smoke and noise.
In my mind, I hear melodies pure and unearthly,
but I find, I can't give them a voice without you!
My Isabella… my Isabella…
Lost and gone…Lost and gone…'
He sighed and began walking slowly around his domain, singing softly,
'The day starts, the day ends.
Time crawls by.
Night steals in, pacing the floor.
The moments creep, yet I can't bear to sleep
'till I hear you sing…
And weeks pass. And months pass.
Seasons fly.
Still you don't walk through the door.
And in a haze. I count the silent days
'till I hear you sing once more.'
His voice started becoming stronger with each passing note,
'And sometimes, at night times,
I dream that you are there!
But wake holding nothing, but the empty air…
And years come. And years go.
Time runs dry.
Still I ache, down to the core.
My broken soul can't be alive and whole,
'till I hear you sing once more.
And music, your music!
It teases at my ear.
I turn and it fades away
And you're not here!'
He breathed in deeply and looked up towards the sky,
'Let hopes pass, let dreams pass!
Let them die!
Without you, what are they for?
I'll always feel no more that halfway real,
'till I hear you sing once more!'
His ears pricked up when he heard someone descending down the stairs. He quickly casted a curtain over the lifeless mannequin and turned back to his piano. Linda and Candace walked down the stairs together, but when Candace saw him she smiled wide and ran over to his side.
She began singing excitedly,
'Tell me, did you watch? Tell me that you saw!
Did you hear the crowd? The way they cheered?
I hope you're proud!
Did you like the new routine? Was it passable, I mean?
I can change a thing or two, what should I do?
No, don't say it, I can guess, but I promise, I'll progress…'
The Phantom wasn't really listening to her, but he nodded his head, "Yes, of course. Whatever you feel is best…"
Candace twirled around a bit,
'Did the costume look Okay? Too revealing, would you say?
People seemed to like the view.'
Linda saw the look the Phantom had, and knew he wasn't listening. She sighed and turned to her daughter,
"Candace please…"
Candace still continued to happily sing,
'I could show a bit more skin. That would surely bring them in.'
"CANDACE!" Linda exploded, making Candace freeze wary, "Can't you see that the master's at work? Can't you see that his mind's somewhere else? Can't you see that obviously he's thinking of things more important than you!"
The Phantom shook his head warningly, "Careful, Linda. You're forgetting yourself…"
Linda scowled and still looked displeased, "Don't you see he forgot what this is? Opening day, big deal, what's the fuss? Our success means naught, I guess, compared to the things that the master must do!"
The Phantom banged his fist on the table, "That's quite enough!"
Linda strode over to the covered mannequin and uncovered it. She sneered when she saw who it exactly looked like, "Isabella! Isabella!"
Candace frowned and looked a bit disappointed, "Isabella…"
Linda looked at her daughter, "Candace leave… now!"
Without another word, Candace fled the room. Once she was out of sight, Linda rounded on the Phantom,
'In Paris, when the mob surrounded you, who was there?
We were there!
Where was she, when the lawmen hounded you?
Gone, long gone. We stayed on.
Who concealed you safe away?
Smuggled you up to Calais?
Found a freighter out of France!'
The Phantom sighed and spoke assertively, "I don't see the problem. This is ancient history."
Linda continued her rant,
'And once here, when the sideshow hired you, who stood by?
Candace and I.
While they kept you on display, who kept working night and day?
Who gave your their very lives?
And who helped you buy that sideshow?
Who helped you finance your scheme?
Who wouldn't quit 'till your act was a hit.
And your hit could become your dream?
Who plied the politicians?
Lured investors and the press?'
She pointed at the mannequin,
'No, not her!
And who stayed with you, helped you and advised you?
We stayed with you, loved and idolized you!
She betrayed you, shunned you and despised you!
She chose Phineas, chose his beauty and youth!
It's long past time you faced up to-'
The Phantom growled and shouted out, "ENOUGH!" he panted and spoke coldly to her, "You'll be repaid, as I promised you would. Now, if you've anything else left to say?"
Linda backed away nervously and began ascending back up the stairs. Once she was gone, the Phantom turned back to the mannequin. His face softened and he sand sweetly to it,
'Oh Isabella! My Isabella!
Yes, you fled from my face once before,
but Isabella, what we shared, even you can't ignore!
My Isabella, I'll be no longer denied!
I'll have you back by my side, my sweet Isabella!'
He picked up a letter he was working on and began sealing it up. He waved it high and looked up towards up it,
'And come what may, I swear you somehow, someway!
I will hear you sing once more!'
Oooh... now what? :D hee hee hee...
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