Why Fear The Face ?

A:N/ Just to inform you that I dont own the phantom of the opera or any of the charecters oru any of the wonderful music which is quoted throughout the book . (Though I highly wished I did :/ )

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"Rosealinda move those boxes now !" I heard my father call impatiently .

"Yes Papa !" Me being the wonderful daughter I am bit my tounge and didnt retaliate as my newly found step sisters pushed past me with their 'Sweethearts'

My mother had told me to be strong but I could not take the heavy weight of my incomplete and spiteful new family of 5 . I grabbed my blue cloak and draped it around my shoulders as I hurried out of our small dancewear shop that my mother had left for me in her will . But of course my father saw profit to be made and decided that I was too young to run my mothers shop by myself , now I only get 5% of the profits and am hardly livng off the little money I earn.

So I think it would be best if we started from the begining .

I was born in the name of Roselinda Mc Millian as you can imagine my friends just call me Rose . Friends ? Those few relationships that I have formed within the opera house just around the corner .

Me living in the dancewear shop often meant I came across fascinating yet peculiar people ...I suppose I'm quite peculiar myself.

I have no problem with that ! I love being me . It just hurts when those who I love cannot see that I dont want to be this wonderful 'perfect' daughter who runs her familys dance shop and never speaks out of terms ,and is the 'perfect ' lady . 'PERFECT' what is that ?

I stopped to catch my breath as I approached the local bakery . My favourite place whilst growing up. I sat on the stone bench carved with multiple beautiful patterns and closed my eyes tight listening to the melodic music the river running by made , I lived in the relatively quiet part of town even if the Opera House was just round the corner , generally no one came to this peaceful town other than visiting this wonderful house of music .Which happily meant to me there was only a maximum of 50 people - most of whom where people in eir elderly years or young familys with wonderful children .

The layout of this small town was quite simple .

In the south where the grand houses of those wealthy enough to buy a mansion like house followed by in the west the town park which was a beautiful place to those who seek peace from the pain filled world. Others might see this as a place to avoid at all cost but to me ? Perfect .The west held the shops and bakerys and the small houses for the elderly couples in town .

In the North ?

The opera house of course !

I let my thoughts run as wild as my hair as I was completely lost in my own world whilst sitting remotely on the bench .

"Rose what are you doing out here you'll catch your death !" A friendly voice awoke me from my stillness , as I lifted my head my eyes immediately knew who it was by the wooly stockings on my friends feet acompanied by her worn out ballet slippers .

"Meg !" My face lit up at the sight of my marvelous friend "What are you doing here ?" I questioned her as she sat down beside me .

"I could ask you the same thing !" she giggled as I smiled slightly "I came to grab a crepe from the bakery ...Would you like to join me for tea ?" she smiled . This was Meg Giry for you . The daughter of the ballet instructor at the Opera House .One of the only friends I had .