Your Phantom

Chapter 1

The snow fell upon your shoulders as you shivered and chatted your teeth. It was around December and you were sitting outside of the opera house, where you could hear the faint sound of La Carlotta's voice. They had rebuilt the opera house exactly how it was before. Oh, how, you wished you could sing on a stage in front of thousands of people. You sigh. " Yeah right, like that's ever going to happen." You begin to sing quietly to yourself. You suddenly hear footsteps approaching where you are sitting. You get up and turn to leave when a hand grabs your arm.   " Excuse me, what are you doing here, little girl?"  It was a woman with a heavy french accent. 

You turn around with a scared expression on your face. She lets go of your hand.   " I am very sorry mademoiselle, I just wanted to hear the opera. I'll leave."  She puts a hand up to stop you. " Wait, I have a job for you, Are you interested in working as a maid in the Opera Populaire?" Your eyes lit up with excitement and joy. " Yes Mademoiselle, I would be deeply honored." You say bowing your head. " Please, call me Madame Giry."  " Yes, Madame Giry, By the way my name is Y/n."  " Come Y/n, follow me" You follow her backstage where you can hear La Carlotta's voice clearly. " I was expecting more from her." You say as you shake your head. " Her voice is a screeching mess, It's a miracle why anyone shows up."  You hear a slight chuckle ,but think it was just your imagination, so you nod it off. Madame Giry leads you to a room. " You will stay here. It's not much but it's comfortable." She says opening the door.  

Your eyes light up once again as you see your very own room. " No, Madame Giry, it's perfect thank you."  Giving her a small hug. " I think i'm going to get some rest now." You say. " Okay, I will bring you a night gown and some extra clothes for tomorrow."  You wait patiently as Madame Giry brings a night gown and extra clothes. " Thank you very much, Madame Giry."  You say giving her a small smile. " No problem, my dear. Now, get some rest. I will show you around tomorrow." Okay, thank you again, you've been too kind." Madame Giry gives you a warm smile as she closes the door. You slip on the night gown and slowly drift off to sleep. 

You wake up with a sudden jolt, You were sweating profusely from another nightmare. You knew you wouldn't be able to go back to sleep so you slipped on the shoes madame Giry gave you along with a shawl to go over your night gown. You started to wander around the opera house until you got to the big stage. Looking around the opera house you opened your mouth and began to sing.

( Pretend this is you singing both parts)

As you Progressed, you became more confident and began singing louder. When you finished you heard slow clapping " Brava, Brava, Bravissima!" A voice sang from above. You looked around then ran backstage.       " Oh, no!" You thought. " I'm going to be in big trouble for this one"  You  peer out from behind the curtain and see no one. You sigh in relief and turn back around to a tall figure looming over you. He had on dark clothes and a white mask on the right side of his face. " I am very sorry monsieur, I couldn't sleep. But I'll leave."  As you go to take your leave, he grabs your hand. " Wait a minute Mon Ange. You have a very beautiful voice."  ' Did he just call me his Angel!!'  You mentally scream to yourself. Your face turns red. " Thank you Monsieur." You say, giving him a curtsy. " Your welcome" He says kissing your hand. " Well, I should leave before I get in trouble, or I'll get fired."  You say as he lets your hand down. " Okay. Until we meet again, Mon Ange." He gives you a slight bow.  " Until then Monsieur."  As he walks away, a small smile creeps across your face. It took you a while to get back to your room, But when you do you see a rose wrapped in a black ribbon and a letter on your dresser. The letter reads...

" Hello Mon Ange, If i may be so bold as to ask if you would be so kind as to let me help you with your voice. It's great, yes, but you still need help with pronunciation. If you let me, I shall be your teacher you shall be my student and I will coach your voice to It's very best. I will visit you every night starting tomorrow and we will start immediately. I would also like to know what your name is."

"Your Angel of Music, O.G"

You read the letter 3 times, trying to comprehend what was happening, and if this was all a dream. As you drift off to sleep you hear the faint sound of an organ and the Angelic voice of your Angel of Music.