Sweet desire (phantom of the opera x Y/N)

That mysterious man

'Y/N It's time to leave for the train station' I jolted awake hearing my mum's voice. I got dressed in a midnight blue form-fitting dress with a coat and a hat. I put my hair into a tight bun which made my H/C shine. I slowly walked to the train looking around at my surroundings. when I finally got on the train I started to think of what life was going to be like in France.

To give you some information, When I was 13 I discovered my love for singing and Art. Most girls liked drawings or singing but I liked how they could show true passion for how someone felt. I am moving from England and am going to France as I wanted to travel and find a job and I found a job at this opera house that had been rebuilt the new owners seemed to be nice and accepted me for a job as a chorus girl the same job that Christine Daae had. recently I heard of the mysteries of the phantom of the opera everyone had talked of how terrifying he was but somehow I felt sympathy for the man. I had heard in the press of Christine and Raoul's views and of the horrors of those few nights. Christine and Raoul got married recently they seem happy together.

I started the job today once I got off the train I walked past the opera house and it looked magnificent, the gold exterior makes it illuminates everyone who walks past. When I went inside I looked around, mesmerized, by how the interior looked, the old glory was still there with those statues and stairs leading to extravagant rooms, and especially the opera hall looked amazing I was in a daze when I heard some talk to me I snapped out of it and looked at them asking them to repeat what they had said. The man in his late 50s had said 'Are you a chorus girl or a cleaner' I looked at him smiling then said 'I'm a chorus girl'. I walked up on the stage to hear a woman sing loudly it was Carlotta, I looked at her knowing about what had happened those horrid evenings. I knew I didn't have the confidence or self-assurance to even speak to her or look at her in the eyes. She was a very confident woman not losing it at all after the incidents. I slowly walked up to this woman who introduced herself as Madame Giry she was a woman of mid-age at least in her 40s she wore a completely black outfit I thought she may have been a widow but I seemed to have not asked her. I didn't notice until later that she was involved in the mysteries and I decided not to talk to her.

Suddenly all the chorus girls were asked to dance and sing their parts we all danced synchronising with each other as if our lives depended on it the music sinking into us. After we trained for a little while I walked up to this girl called Vivian she was a pretty girl aged 19 she had Blonde hair flowing down to her hips and pale skin as if she had seen a ghost most of her life and her light blue eyes piercing me into the soul. We started to talk about why she was there she was my first friend there she was nice but vicious. We talked for hours as we practiced over and over again. As it got later we decided to walk to the dormitories, they were simple but had a homey feeling that I especially loved. When we got there we decided to sleep near each other telling stories of home life.

Suddenly I heard something, it was a male voice that was singing beautifully. I peeked my head over the blanket and looked around seeing nothing I thought it was my imagination playing with me but I had a feeling that it wasn't. the man sounded like an angel I had wondering if the phantom of the opera was there listening to us sleep waiting for his Christine to come back to him. I decided to go downstairs to the opera hall I quietly practiced I couldn't get that mysterious man out of my head. When I started to practice I had a feeling someone was watching me but I shook it off and started to quietly singing, the same tune the man was singing. Once it had reached its crescendo I finally stopped I knew I would possibly never be able to become an operatic singer as I couldn't reach high notes but I could dream still. When I slowly walked off the stage the strange feeling came back I felt as if I was being watched again. It never made sense how I could feel so happy when singing but when I stopped I felt everyone was watching me even when they didn't care. I headed off to bed again with that ominous feeling continuing. When I was a kid my mum told me a story of a girl who loved art and music like me and how she couldn't reach her abilities until she stopped thinking about others. I soon went back to the dorms and went to sleep.

The next day I was awoken by Vivian she seemed alarmed like everyone else was I walked up to her and asked what the matter was and she looked at me with a deafening stare and said 'The- The phantom is back he sent a note to the owners' I asked shocked 'what did it say' The note read:

'To the people that come into my opera welcome I bid you well. Like I told my old owners my pay is 20,000 francs If I do not get my pay by the end of these two weeks the misfortunes will start again.
O.G.'

I looked at Vivian and she looked even paler as if she was sick I decided that today after practice we would go straight to the dormitories and spend the rest of the day in there. After practice like we said we went to the dormitories but on my way there I heard that mysterious voice again I checked it out and continued with my day.