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The Phantom of the Opera- Come to me Angel of Music

"Have a good night Y/n." My boss smiles, as he walks past me, as I mop the floor. "Good night sir." I smile. I'm usually the last one out of the building at the end of the day so it's my job to lock up the opera house.

Once he leaves I let out a happy sigh. I enjoy moments like this where I can sing and not be noticed. I start humming a soft tune from my favourite musical, the Phantom of the Opera. I start humming the song from when the Phantom takes Christine down to his domain.

I do wish the Phantom of the Opera was real. There was rumours of it being based on a true story but I'm not sure. I'd love to meet the Phantom.

"In sleep he sang to me,
In dreams he came.
That voice which calls to me,
And speaks my name.

And do I dream again,
For now I find.
The Phantom of the Opera,
Is there inside your mind. " I sing softly.

I hold my mop in one hand and begin to dance and sing. Learning ballet at a young age has its perks. "Brava brava bravissimo!" A ghostly voice calls. I gasp and drop my mop in shock that someone was actually here. "Who's there?" I shakily ask as I pick up my mop to use for self defence.

"I am your Angel Of Music. Come to me Angel Of Music." He calls out. "Very funny b/f/n. You can come out now. No need to keep pretending to be the phantom to complete my fantasy!" I chuckle as I continue to mop. "I'm not B/f/n." He whispers.

The hair on the back of my neck stand up as I feel someone breathing down my neck. "Please don't hurt me." I beg. "You know of me." He whispers and kisses my neck. "Who are you?" I ask not daring to turn around. "Turn around." He chuckles.

I turn around and come face to face with that white mask I've dreamed of for so many years. I gasp and drop my mop, only for him to catch it. "You're real?" I gasp. "I should hope so." He laughs.

"So the story is true then!" I frown. "Unfortunately." He grumbles. "Well its a pleasure you meet you Mousier Phantom. Or do you prefer Erik?" I ask. "Erik is fine." He tells me. I stare at him smiling and he blushes looking away.

"You don't have to hide you know. It's just us here, I don't mind if you want to take off your mask. You must but boiling in it." I smile and get back to mopping. "I- I'm alright. I imagine you wouldn't want to see what's underneath." He frowns. "Don't be silly. I already know what's underneath." I chuckle.

"Just like I know that you're actually blonde." I grin as he looks at me shocked. "Where have you been living? Your domain?" I ask. "Yes." He whispers. "Would you like to live somewhere else? It must be lonely down there on your own." I frown. "It's is. I would like to live else where. But I cannot show my face in public, people would think I'm a demon." He laughs sadly.

"You're not a demon!" I exclaim, gripping his arms. He gasps at my outburst and looks down at my hands that have latched onto his arms. "Don't ever say that about yourself again, do you hear me?" I warn him. "I'm sorry! Erik is sorry!" He sobs cowering away from me.

"Oh Erik no! Don't be sorry! I just don't want you to talk bad about yourself!" I coo as I hug him. I can't believe I'm hugging the ACTUAL Phantom. I'm going to do anything in my power to keep him safe. He's been through so much and needs as much love as possible.