Your Teacher (Phantom of the Opera Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Christine's POV

I grew up in a family of musicians. My mother was a fairly famous soprano singer, my father a violinist. So, it was only natural that I should take up some field in music, as well.

When I was eleven years old about to enter the sixth grade, my parents insisted that I join the middle school chorus.

"Christine, you were born to sing. You have such a lovely voice."

And I guess I did have some natural talent thanks to Mom. The problem was, I didn't have the heart to use my voice to the best of its ability. Something inside was always holding me back.

But I decided to join the middle school chorus, anyway. It was made up of me and many others, but none of them cared to sing well. They just took the class for an easy A.

That's all chorus was really treated as in my middle school- the easy A. It didn't receive much recognition. None of the fine arts did, actually. The most popular kids either became football players or cheerleaders.

Most certainly, I was not popular. I was shy and rather introverted around the kids in my school. Most middle schoolers were snobby, mean boys and girls who judged a person by the way they dressed or what they looked like. They never took a chance to look inside the person. That infuriated me to no end, so I never went out of my way to associate with them.

I guess it was my lack of association that caused me to develop a bad reputation by the second day of the sixth grade. A popular cheerleader named Carlotta had chosen me as her new worst enemy and made sure that I and all of her popular friends knew it. She was in plenty of my classes, including chorus, so I had to put up with her every day.

At least I had one friend, though. Her name was Meg Giry, the daughter of the chorus teacher. She was a cheerleader, but only to help with her flexibility when it came to ballet, which was her true passion. Being that she cheered, she was automatically in the 'in crowd', although she really had no interest in it. And thank goodness for that since she was my only true friend.

I was so shy that Meg probably wouldn't have noticed me that first day had it not been for my voice.

"Wow!" she exclaimed, causing the entire chorus to stop.

"What was that, Meghan?" her mother asked angrily.

"Oh, um.. nothing.... Sorry."

When we began singing again, Meg grinned and whispered in my ear, "You have such a good voice!"

Eventually her mother must have noticed my voice, as well, because in the seventh grade on my twelfth birthday I received what would later become the best birthday present ever.

Mrs. Giry pulled me to the side to speak in private. "Christine, do you take voice lessons?"

"No," I replied shyly. "Well, I mean, my parents used to give me some lessons, but there's never really much time for that anymore.."

"Would you like to be given voice lessons?"

My brow furrowed in confusion. "By you?"

She smiled. "Well, no. You see, I know of a voice teacher who is taking on pupils in his spare time. I'm sure he would be pleased to teach you."

This caused my curiosity to peak. "How do you know him?"

Mrs. Giry chuckled at the question. "I have known him for a very long time. He is a remarkable musician."