Gerard Butler Imagines

IMAGINE: Meeting the Phantom

     You walk through the back rooms of Opera Populaire, your heels clicking against the marble floor. You hold the long skirt of your dress in your hands, picking up the pace, your breath quickening. You're a new star at the opera house. This is only your second time at the massive opera house and you're completely lost.

     "Hello?" You call out, turning down a dark hallway. You stop, releasing the skirt from your hands. You wring your hands nervously and tentatively start walking down the hall, your shoes tapping against the floor, breaking the silence. As you walk past closed doors, your eyes catch one that's slightly open. You make your way to it.

      "Hello?" You say softly, starting to open the door wider. You hear shuffling and then silence. You push the door back all the way. "Please I'm lost. I have no idea where I am and I need help." You say, sounding a little panicked.

     Once your eyes adjust to the darkness of the room, you see no one. Your eyebrows furrow and you frown. Your heart starts to pound nervously and you take a step out of the room, slightly freaking out. "Never mind." You whisper before turning on your heel, preparing to flee.

     "Wait!" A man exclaims from inside the room.

      You freeze and then slowly turn around. Your eyes widen as you stare at the man who's a few feet away from you. He's dressed in all black, save for the white patch covering nearly half of his face. "You're him. You're the opera ghost." You whisper. Though you're a new addition to the opera house, you've heard more stories of the infamous Phantom than you can remember. Most of them not good.

      The Phantom smiles slightly and regally bows. "The one and only." He murmurs. He straightens and stares at you. "You must be Y/N, the new star everyone can't get enough of. " He states.

      You flush slightly and nod. "Yes, I am." You answer.

      "Welcome to my opera house, Y/N." The Phantom says.

     "Uh, thank you..." You reply awkwardly.

      "I heard you say you are lost."

       You expel a breath. "Yeah, I am. I turned down a wrong staircase and I ended up here. I have no idea how to get back." You tell him.

      "Well, I can escort you back." He offers.

      Your eyes widen. "Oh, no, no, no, that's not necessary." You start to protest. The Phantom stares at you hard. You swallow and sigh. "I-I could use an escort back." You admit. He cracks a smile and holds out his arm. You gingerly holds onto the crook of his elbow as he starts to lead you down the hall.

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     "Just walk through that door and you'll be where you need to be." The Phantom tells you after you've been walking for ten minutes.

     "Oh, thank you so much." You sigh with relief. You start to remove your hand from his elbow but he grabs it. You look at his hand on yours and then look up at him.

      "Good luck." He whispers.

     "With what?" You ask.

      "With performing. I'll be watching you." He states.

      Your eyebrows draw. "Um, okay."

      "If you ever need any help, I'm here. I'm always here.

      You slowly slide your hand from his. "I'll keep that in mind." You answer softly. You walk to the door and open it. You walk through it and, before you close it, you look back at the Phantom. Only he isn't there. He's gone. Your eyebrows raise in surprise. "Okay then." You whisper, before shutting the door.