MY strange phantom

chapter 2

     Hey guys I am really excited about this fanfic, I will have another Phantom fanfic coming soon, and also some Harry Potter one as well. read and comment, thanks.

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING * screams in frustration * :)

     I wish they would just stop starring at me. Have they never  seen someone drive their own carriage before?

I asked as I ride down the street to the Opera house, people looking at me because I'm not having someone else drive the carriage for me.

    But my mouth drops open when I see the Opera house. It is magnificent, with glimmering and shining windows that reflect the bright sunlight in my eyes. It has posters with the production name on it, and it is covered with what looks like gold but it cant be. There are stable boys who look like Jacob waiting, when they see me they rush up to meet my carriage.

     " I've got them Misoure." says a young boy who couldn't be any older then 13. Three men in top hats and fur coats come up to me as I climb out of the carriage. They are the old owner of the opera house and new owners Mr. Fermium and Mr. Andrew how own the Opera house.

     " Ah Vecomt" they greeted me shaking both my hands as they led me through the back stage door to the stage. There was a large stage with a large group of people in costumes and a woman with a voice that could shatter glass.

     " Rehearsals as you can see are under way for a new production of -" drones on the old owner but im  not listening, I am mesmerized by the set of the stage and the people on it. All the people stop and look at me the girls with flirtatious looks, they must know how much money my parents had.

     The owners introduce me to some of the actors (even the woman who could glass with her voice.) I give my apologies of interrupting their practice and say that I will be coming to the gala that night.

     I wish that I could stay here longer and watch them rehearse more but the owners hurry me away quickly back stage to their office. As I am leaving, I see the line of ballerinas and think that I recognize her  face, but it couldn't be her. After all these years, that couldn't be her, and if it was, she wouldn't remember me at all.

     I thought that this trip would be boring and waste of time, but the Opera house was really intriguing.