The Rewritten Opera

by hmwalton04

"Masquerade paper faces on parade… Masquerade hide your face So the world will never find you." He smiled, placing his left hand over the monkey's face. He turned slightly as he heard the sound of her skirts rustling closer towards him. Erik grinned, at his Angel of Music standing before him.

1. To His Opera House

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The Rewritten Opera
By Hmwalton04

Identification of Main Characters

Erik Charles Destler:
Born: 1870
Hair Colour: Chestnut
Eye Colour: Emerald Green

Christine Charlotte Daaé:
Born: 1872
Hair Colour: Auburn
Eye Colour: Chocolate Brown

Raoul, Vicomte de Chagny:
Born: 1871
Hair Colour: Light Blonde
Eye Colour: Blue

Madame Antoinette Giry:
Born: 1842
Hair Colour: Black With Grey Highlights
Eye Colour: Sea Green

Marguerite Antoinette Giry:
Born: 1875
Hair Colour: Honey Blonde
Eye Colour: Sea Green

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The Rewritten Opera

Chapter One: To His Opera House

The Destler House, Coney Island, New York City, The United States Of America, June, 1902

Erik walks over towards the dusty boxes, nearly tripping over a small wooden box, frowning as he kneels down in front of it. Opening it up to the friendly monkey wearing his Persian robes.

Masquerade, paper faces on parade
Masquerade, hide your face
So the world will never find you.

He smiled, placing his left hand over the monkey's face. He turned slightly as he heard the sound of her skirts rustling closer towards him. Erik grinned looking up to see his Angel of music standing before him.

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~Eight Years Ago~

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The Stage Of The Opera, The Palais Garnier Opera House Paris, France June 1894

Think of me
Think of me warmly

La Carlotta sang through the opera house, as a sandbag fell from the catwalks on the stage causing everyone to panic.
Meg Giry cries out in horror. Running towards her mother Antoinette Giry singing. "He's there, The phantom of the opera!"

Before running into the two visitors who weren't at all impressed with her behaviour. "He's there, The phantom of the opera!"

"Show a little courtesy!" One of them replied.

"Meg, over here." Christine Daaé called. Meg rushes towards her and grabs her hands, reassuring her. "Hush Meg it's alright." Christine smiles looking up at the catwalks trying to find him. Meg smiles at her friend who gave her a hand squeeze.

Remembering Christine's words 'it's only an act. He would never hurt me or you.'

"Buquet, where's Buquet? Get that man down here!" cried Monsieur Lefèvre. "Buquet, chief of the flies, he′s responsible for this." he explained to the visitors.

Buquet made his way down towards the stage, he walks towards Monsieur Lefèvre giving the ballet girls a dirty look. Meg whimpered and hid behind Christine, who stood her ground keeping her stance strong knowing, what the man is capable of.

"Buquet, for god's sake man what's going on up there?" Monsieur Lefèvre asked. "Please Monsieur don't look at me, I wasn't at my post and there's no one there and if it wasn't me then it must be a Ghost!" he cried.

"He's there the phantom of the opera!" Meg cried once again from behind Christine's back.

Monsieur Firmin yells "Good heavens! I have never known such insolence!" Monsieur André tried to calm the cast down, "Signora, please! These things do happen.

"These things do happen!" La Carlotta chuckles.

"You have been here five minutes! What do you know?" she yelled. "Si, these things do happen, all the time! For the past three years, these things do happen. And did you stop them from happening? No! And you... You're as bad as him. These things do happen. Well, until you stop these things happening, this thing does not happen!" She exclaimed and called for her lover to leave the stage.

"I don't think there's much more I can do to assist you, gentlemen. Good luck. If you need me, I shall be in Frankfurt." Monsieur Lefèvre walking off the stage.

"Oh but, monsieur…" the managers exclaimed.

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"La Carlotta will be back." André reassured the cast who didn't look convinced at all.

"You think so, monsieur?" Madame Giry asked.

"Yes," André replied.

"I have a message sir, from the Opera Ghost." Madame Giry said. Christine tried to hide her smile, watching as Antoinette made her way to the managers.

"Oh, God in heaven, you're all obsessed!" Monsieur Firmin yelled out.

"He merely welcomes you to his opera house. Commands that you continue to leave Box Five empty for his use. And reminds you that his salary is due." Antoinette said with her hands clasped on top of her staff.

"Haha, his salary? André did you ever hear such a thing; The Opera Ghost has a salary." Firmin laughs making André chuckle. Christine frowns at them, looking at Antoinette.

"Monsieur Lefèvre paid him 20,000 francs a month. Or perhaps you could afford more, with the Vicomte de Chagny as your patron." She replied, grasping their attention.

"Madame, I had hoped to have made that announcement myself." André scolded.

"Will the Vicomte be at the performance this evening, monsieur?" Antoinette asked

Firmin, who nods "In our box."

"Madame, who is the understudy for the role?" André asked.

"There is no understudy, monsieur. The production is new." Monsieur Reyer exclaimed. Meg pulled Christine from crowd and pushed her towards the managers. "Christine Daaé could sing it, sir." she said grinning at her best friend,

"A ballet girl?" Firmin questioned.

"Oh Well, she's been taking lessons from a great teacher." Meg explained.

"Oh, from whom?" Firmin asked looking at Christine. "You wouldn't know him, sir." Christine murmured.

"Oh, not you as well. Can you believe it? A full house and we have to cancel!" Firmin proclaimed.

"Daaé? That's a curious name. Any relation to the violinist?" André asked. Christine smiled "My father, sir."

"Let her sing for you, monsieur," Antoinette said placing her hands on Christine's shoulder. "She has been well taught."

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The Stage Of The Opera, The Palais Garnier Opera House Paris, France, June, 1894

Flowers fade, the fruits of summer fade
They have their seasons so do we
But please promise me that sometimes

You will think of me!

The crowd of The Palais Garnier Opera House's audience rose to their feet as Christine Daaé sang her heart out across Paris. As she finished her bows towards the audience and moved backstage she felt the very loving presence of her Angel.

Christine…

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Back Stage Of The Opera, The Palais Garnier Opera House Paris, France, June, 1894

She turns her head towards his voice. she heard the sound of Meg and the ballet girls rushing towards her. "Christine Daaé, that was unbelievable," Meg said grasping her hands. Christine giggles with excitement, "I can't believe I just did that, I can't believe it!" They all stopped and gasped at the sound of Madame Giry's staff against the stage floor.

"Yes, my dear you did well. He will be pleased." Antoinette smiled walking towards Christine tipping her chin, causing Christine to smile.

The ballet girls murmured excitedly, Antoinette turned towards them and yelled. "And, you! You were a disgrace! Such ronds de jambes! Such temps de cuisse! Come! We rehearse. Now!"

The girls groaned silently and gracefully walked around Christine towards the ballet barre. Christine giggles to herself as she watches her friends rehearse. She walks towards her dressing room, stopping at the sound of her Angel's voice filling her ears.

Brava, Brava, Bravissima

Her eyes close at the sound of his beautiful voice. She looks up at the catwalks trying to catch a glimpse of him. "Christine, Christine." Meg calls out for her.

"Christine…" Erik's voice filled the catwalks of backstage, she finds Meg and they giggle and laugh as they enter her dressing room.

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Songs:

Think Of Me: Andrew Lloyd Webber

Masquerade/Why So Silent: Andrew Lloyd Webber

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