The Man

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Your heart began to pound. You have always wanted to go to the Opera House. To be a ballerina or anything. Just to be there was an honer. And now it was happening. But. There's one thing that amused you most about the place. The Opera Ghost. It had been a year since the "incident" and the Opera House was being rebuilt. You only knew little of what happened but you wanted to know more. As you walked around the large and enchanted building. You felt a connection to the place. The art and the structure pulled you in so deep. You couldn't take it anymore. You had to see the inside.
You sneaked through the big double doors. No one was in the building at the time. It must have been the workers day off or something. The inside was even more beautiful the the outside. You felt the need to see more so you kept walking around. Your mind said no but your body moved on its own. You started to dance through the hallways and made your way onto the stage. At that moment your voice began to enlarge itself and you began to sing. Your mother had taught you to sing old folk songs and chants. You began to sing your favorite song that your mother taught you
"Where the sun rises in the east,
And the blue birds are risen
Comes a river in the north
Named, Alisiti,
The children dream to drink coca h
T water
And let darkness take its part
And the silence can be broken
From our savior, Alisiti"
As you finish your song and your dance you do an overdramatized bow and start to head off the stage. As you began to leave, you feel a dark presence behind you. You quickly turn around to see who it was to find no one. You, confused and shocked, start to head the way you were going.  Only to find a tall man in front of you. He was wearing all black and a had a white mask covering half of his face. He was creepy but at the same time, charming and handsome. The part of the face you could see was sculpted perfectly. His slicked back dark brown hair and the devilish look on his face sent a chill down your spine. This had to be him. The Phantom of the Opera.

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