Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or the Phantom of the Opera. I am borrowing the characters and basing the story off them.
Gold
That is all that the small blonde girl saw.
She looked around at the Statues, chandlers, candle holders, door knobs, and even the ceiling and floor had gold molded into it! And that was just the Lobby! She was in awe of the Opera house, not the first, and certainly not the last, but for a poor girl, it was heaven.
The Opera Tardis was the most successful Opera houses in all of Paris. Many of the visitors came for different things. Some wanted to see the Opera, some wanted to hear the orchestra, and some came to see the Opera house itself!
But the Blonde girl was here for a different reason. She was going to be one of the performers! A ballerina! She could not believe that she got to dance and live in this mysterious, yet awe taking place.
"Rose." The young blonde was pulled out of her marveling by the assitant ballet instructor, Ms. River Song.
She quickly ran over, practically jumping up and down, "Yes, Ms. Song?"
River smiled at the young girls enthusiasm, "Come, I shall take you to your room."
"Okay!" Rose picked up her bag and followed the instructor
"Each of our Ballerina's shares a room of two or more. You only have one roommate, but there may or may not be more coming as the years past." River said, opening a room with two beds, each with different color wool blankets on them, two dressers, two giant mirrors, and two porcelain bowls with a cloth next to them.
Sitting on the floor was her new roommate. The Girl looked up and smiled, "Hello."
"Rose, I'd like you to meet Clara. Clara, this is Rose. Your roommate." River said
Clara stood up and held out her hand "Clara Oswin Oswald!" She grinned
Rose shook it, smiling shyly, "Rose Tyler."
"I'll leave you two." River said, "Goodbye, Sweetie."
"So, Rose Tyler…did you know I invented fish?" Clara asked
Rose raised her eyebrow and snorted, "Yeah, and I'm the "Big Bad Wolf.""
"I like you. Want to come to the kitchen with me to make a soufflé?" Clara asked
"Sure!" the blonde quickly set down her bag and the two new best friends ran off towards the kitchen.
The two girls made soufflés and talked about everything and anything…minus something on Clara's part, but over all, they talked a lot. The Doctor was getting tired of watching and waiting for Clara to finish up, so they can have fun. He was just about to leave when he heard,
"My dream is to be a singer, but I'm not trained. I have to take care of my mum. I dance and they give her money to survive. But when my father was on his death bed he promised me something." Rose said sadly
"What did he promise you?" The dark haired girl asked
The blonde hesitated, "An angel. An angel of music."
"Angel of music?" Clara asked, intrigued
"A angel that will come and teach me how to sing and protect me." Rose looked down, "he has not came yet, but I know he will. Mum thinks I'm speaking nonsense, but I just…know."
"I believe you, Rose." Clara smiled,
"Thank you, Clara." She smiled back.
"Come, we ought to get to bed. Ms. Song has a bad temper." Clara said, standing up
"Okay." Rose walked towards the door, but stopped when saw the other girl wasn't following, "Clara?"
"You go ahead, I'm going to do the dishes." The brown eyed girl said, putting dishes into a bucket.
"Okay, good night, Clara." Rose smiled, leaving
"Night." Clare called,
Clara took the bucket of water and started to wash the dishes
The Doctor snuck behind her quietly, ready to surprise her
"Hi, Chinboy." Clara said, eyes still forward
He jumped, surprised "Oi! How do you always do that?"
Clara looked at him and smirked, "Practice."
The Doctor grumbled, and picked up a cloth and started to help with the dishes.
"Aww! Don't be a sourpuss!" Clara laughed, "Thank you for helping by the way."
"Of course." He nodded to her, wiping a dish clear of water drops.
"Sorry, it took so long. I just met Rose. She's really nice!" Clara grinned
"Really? Do you think I would like her?" He asked, looking at her
Clara looked at him and shrugged, "Yes, but I don't know about her and you. I just met her, I'm not sure how she will react to…" She trailed off
"What if she doesn't see me?" He asked, getting an idea
"Maybe, what are you thinking?" Clara asked
He grinned and whispered his plans in her ear
"What? But, you can't…it's…it's…is it even legal?" Clara looked at him, flabbergasted
"I don't know, but it's worth a shot." He said, looking at her with puppy eyes
She sighed, picked up the bucket of dirty water, "fine. But I don't like it!"
"Oh, Clara!" He jumped up and hugged her, almost making her spill her water
"Oi!" She said, trying to keep a grip on the handle
"Sorry. Here!" He took the bucket and together they went to throw the contents out.
Rose walked back to the room, singing to herself, unaware of someone following her in the shadows;
Angel of Music,
Where are you hiding?
Surely you can find me,
The Doctor watched and listened, 'She's not that bad, but with my instructions, she shall be a Prima Donna someday!' He thought
Angel
My father never lies to me
Prove those who believe right…
He made sure he was in the shadows, straightened his bowtie and sang;
Wondering child
I hear your pleas
Let me teach you music…