The Phantom's Spy

Chapter One

I've been here for seven years now, and nothing as exciting as this has ever occurred until now.

We were rehearsing, as usual, when the first sightings of him were reported. I saw him that day too, when he dropped that backdrop into Carlotta. I giggled a little, not enough to show it, while my friend Meg Giry started to freak and shout something about a "phantom." I quickly looked up, only to see the edge of a black figure disappearing into the shadows.

I rushed over to Meg and Christine, who were only a few dancers away.

"What's going on? Is Meg alright?" I practically yell to Christine over the ruckus.

"Yes, yes we're alright," she said shakily.

"It's the Opera Ghost, the Phantom of the Opera! Have you not heard of him, Antoinette?" Meg whispered, just loud enough for the three of us to hear.

"No, I haven't. Why do you speak of this so called "phantom" as if he's a monster, or a ghost?" I spat out, angry I had not heard of this before.

"We do not speak of him here. I shall tell you when we are farther away. We are too exposed," Christine whispered.

I huffed and stomped away, waiting till we started rehearsing again. About 5 minutes later, after an enraged Carlotta stormed out of the Opera House, and Christine was volunteered to sing the song "Think of Me," we continued on with our rehearsals. I waited till the three of us had walked to our rooms until I asked about the ghost again.

"So? Are either of you going to tell me about this phantom? Or am I just going to have to figure this out myself?"

"Oh, Antoinette! We cannot say it in the Opera House, it is much too dangerous! We can go out after the show, and we promise to tell you everything!" Christine sounded nervous as she talked.

"Fine. But I expect everything, EVERYTHING, about him then," I mumbled back.

I guess I'll just have to snoop a bit before that, I thought. I couldn't wait to find these secrets that I would regret later on.