Love Never Dies {Phantom Of The Opera X Reader} ( Erik X Reader )

Chapter 1

Reader-chan will be referring to herself as 'I' and 'Me' not 'You' so sorry if that confuses you.

Your PoV

"You can't go!" (S/n) said on the verge of tears.

"(S/n) I have to go, the story has to be told."

I was packing my bags to go to Paris,France spasticity the Opera Populaire.
Hearing manny story's of the Opera Ghost I just needed to see for myself  and document the happenings.

"You know this is important to me, you can come with. You'll fit right in to the ballet dancers, you'll probably surpass most, if not all of them." I told my little sister, she always was an amazing dancer.

"But what about you, you can't dance." She mumbled sitting on the floor in front of me.

"I could be a vocal teacher, remember I can also sing if worst comes to worst"  

People who heard me sing would become entranced, bending to my every will. I swore to my sister that I wouldn't hurt anyone with it, this hopefully won't break our promise.

"You'll be the best teacher they have there!" (S/n) hopped up and ran to her room, most likely to pack what we were to bring with us.

Our parents gave us up when I was just 10 and (s/n) was just born. A Gypsy from a traveling circus found us and took us in. She taught me to sing and that's what I've done for the past 6 years. Madeline, the woman who took us in, was the wife of the owner, so we were worshiped. We got anything we wanted, toys, books you name it and we got it. I would always want writing journals and fancy fountain pens. I wanted to be a writer.
My sister was taught to dance, she started at the age of 5. She was a well known dancer, even at such a young age. She always wanted fancy dresses and expensive dolls.

I sighed 'This is it, I'm finally going to write my book, my dreams will come true.'

"SIS!!" (S/n) yelled in my ear.

"Yes madam" I said getting us to grab our bags

"Are you going to have to dress like a boy again?" 

"(S/n) you know why I have to, right?" I asked her as we stepped out of the room.

"Because females have be act like lady's and that they can't fend for themselves."  She said softly,afraid for someone to hear.

"That last part was a lie, correct?" 

"But that's was the frops say"

Looking down at her I could just tell she was holding in a rude statement.

"Most men say that and most men are frops." I said chuckling "But you must change into traveling clothes, so put on something a little less nice."

My sister loved dresses while I loathed them. I would wear trousers and a dress top, when she had a full gown. 

I changed into more suitable pants and fully buttoned up my shirt.

"Time to go (s/n)!" I said as I knocked on her door.

The door opened revealing (s/n) in pants and a shirt.

"Well well well, what's with this?"  I asked her

"I want to be like you" She looked at me with admiration in her eyes. " Now no Frops will bother us."

"Well we gotta hide all that hair of yours then." I pulled out a news boy hat from my bag putting it on her head after collecting up her hair.  I didn't have long hair like she dose, I cut it short when I was around 14 years old. I didn't like have to be a lady so I stopped acting like one. Don't get me wrong I like being a female, just not having to submit to men and act so fragile.

"Now on to our new life at the Opera Populaire." I said grabbing our bags.