The Phantom of the Orchestra | Fanfiction

Chapter 3

Few months have passed.

Raoul became the Concert Master, and Christine became the most beloved player in the company.

Everyone adored her. And her two new friends; Kellen and Robert, took great care of her well, and became the BFFs. Raoul especially made great relationships with Robert, and so was Kellen and Christine.

Soon, there was an opening concert at the great hall in the Company's building. In the building, there was everything; a big concert hall to the rehersal rooms, from the hotel-like rooms and sports center - all was there.

Hundreds of people went into the main hall, gathering their brochers and flowers. Christine saw the people with a screen that was picturing the scene of people rushing into the seat, and she jumped with joy. Then she soon went into the "serious" mode of pro piccolo player.

The concert began, starting with the song "007 Melody", and soon added with "Symphony No. 4 by L.V. Beethoven". When the two was over, the audience clapped and cheered. Then everyone went out of the concert hall, saying these words to each other.

"Did you saw the piccolo player?"

"Yes, I see that her name is Christine - she was awesome!"

"Right! And also the Concert Master did a great lead, too!"

"Yeah, that's right, but the piccolo player - she was like the Angel came from heaven!"

"Too over-sized comment, Rachel."

"Really? I don't think it is."

"Well, never mind. I think this company is the best in the world!"

"That is too over-sized comment, too."

"Hey!"

Meanwhile, Kellen, Raoul, Christine and Robert gathered around the rehearsal room. They were all wearing white shirt with black skirts and pants, with black shoes. They were holding their insturments. All faces were red - especially Christine.

"Your face looks like an apple, Christine," said Kellen.

"Really?" Christine asked, "Is it? Sorry, I was really nervous about my first concert, so I bet that's why my face is red as an apple!"

"You did a great job," said Robert, "I heard that you was the best player in all Orchestra!"

"What? Really? Then I might-"

Christine, with much excitement, started to say something, but soon broke up.

"Might what?" asked Raoul.

"There is no time to lose, members," said a voice nearby. Everyone turned round, and saw the conductor, Mr. Brick.

"Soon the camp will start soon," said Mr. Brick, "So pack your instruments and gather up at 10:00PM sharp. Understood?"

"Yes, sir," said the four members, and they all went into their own practice rooms, where they have left their insturment bags.

Christine went into her room, and started to pack her things. She sighed, and opened the bag.

"Well done, Christine."

Christine heard the voice. It was a voice that she had not heard before - a sweet, strange voice that she could not forget. She opened the door. Nobody was near her room.

"Hello?" she called out loud, no one was there. A little hall with the echo of "Hello?" was the only sound, responding.

'I heard something wrong,' she thought. Then she continued to pack the piccolo up.

Then she went out of her room, wondering who was the voice, the sweet voice that called her name.