The Phantom's Rose (Phantom of the opera x Reader)

Prologue

    My name is Y/n L/n and I have always been Christine Daae's friend from birth. My role in her story changed my very own life.

After her father, Gustave Daae, the violinist, died, Madame Giry took her in and raised her. My family and I would visit the opera house to check on the young girl. Christine and I would dance on the stage until it was time to go home. Two years later my parents perished in a fire, leaving me orphaned. Madame Giry, once again, took in another child. I was quick to become friends with her daughter, Meg Giry. Together, Christine, Meg and I trained and became dancers.

I learned how to stitch dresses and how to create props for the set. I was skilled in drawing, so most backgrounds were designed by me. I helped the customer with ideas on costumes for the actors and dancers. For most of our productions, I helped move things around or into place. I was one of the best stage hands if I do say so myself. If a ballerina or dancer was out sick, I would take their place. Madame Giry had taught me well. I grew older. Christine's voice had begun to get stronger. A stranger was secretly teaching her and I wanted to know.

Every day I would ask, "Who's teaching you?"

And every day Christine would reply, "The Angel of Music." After a while, I stopped asking.

Today was no different than the past couple of years. I had finished up Christine's slave costume for Hannibal. Proud of myself, I stood up from my seat in the audience and made my way to the dorms.

"Hello Madame Giry," I greeted the teacher. I passed her as I was on my way to Christine's room.

"Y/n," Giry replied. I quickly arrived at Christine's door. I knocked. No answer. I knocked again. Still no answer.

Then that's when I heard him. There was this muffled voice singing. It belonged to a man. His voice was so beautiful. I could hear Christine's voice. I assumed it was hers since it sounded feminine. Her soprano's voice was just as beautiful as the male's. The singing stopped. I heard some muffled talking, followed by some shuffling. Someone thanked someone for the lesson, then there was a loud bam! As Christine was opening her door, it slammed against my nose. I felt it crack a little as blood gushed out. I stumbled backwards.

"Oh my goodness! I am so sorry Y/n," she said, picking me up. I could hear the concern in her soft voice.

"No, it's my fault," I said, rubbing my nose. My nose was quickly filling up with blood. "Do you have a first aid kit?" I asked.

"No, I'll go get you one," Christine said. She placed her hand on my shoulder, led me to her bed, and made me sit down. "I will return," she said, running off. I looked around her room and noticed that her mirror was open, just a little bit. I wondered if it was a two way mirror. I walked up to the mirror, examining it.

"Huh, that's strange," I muttered to myself. Grasping the frame, I opened it up even more.

There was a passageway that led to who knows where. The smell of the sewer hit my broken nose. I shuddered at the awful scent. I covered my nose as I went in. I passed many candelabras that looked like golden arms. I thought that they had moved as I passed them. It could've been my imagination. As I made my way through the passageway, I noticed a black horse.

"Neigh," the horse said.

"Oh, well hello there!" I said, petting his back. His snout nuzzled into me. I could tell that this beautiful stallion was hungry. I found a carrot in a crate filled with the vegetable and gave it to him. The horse neighed. "You're very welcome," I said, grabbing my skirt and curtising. The horse bowed his head. I giggled.

I followed the dimly lit passageway until I came across a glistening lake. I was fortunate enough to know how to swim, but luckily that would not be required because there was a boat that I could take. I grabbed the paddle and began to row. My arms grew sore as the journey across the water grew long and tiresome. How long until I came across land? That's when I realized I could be heading right for the opera ghost's lair.

Everyone in the opera house feared the phantom. Some called him a ghost, others, a monster. Either way, everyone obeyed what he had to say. Box five was kept to always be empty and the manager paid the ghost. I always asked myself why would the ghost require money? Perhaps to keep this place in shape.

I continued to row the boat forward. I knew that there was no going back now. As the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat. It really did!

I wasn't ready for what was coming for me. I wasn't expecting the unexpected. This was the point in my life that would change.

A/n from Lil: oh I'm glad this chapter is done. Only 865 words or something like that. So happy!!!

A/n From Iamtiebrous: First time doing a musical fanfiction. X readers aren't hard for me. Hope you guys are loving this 😊.