Weeks have past and Jinan was stuck in the past so she found refuge on the roof looking over Paris. Suddenly snow began to fall from the sky. When a song came to Jinan's mind. Walking in the air. Floating in the sky. We're floating in the air. we're walking in the air. We're floating in the moonlite sky. The people down below are sleeping as we fly.
Jinan sang as she danced around until she was face to face with the Opera ghost. " My what a hidden song bird we have" the phantom said " I'm nothing special not like Christine" Jinan's said looking away " And yet you hide your talent behind other things" the phantom went on " And this bothers you how?" Jinan asked crossing her arms "Because little bird you have a voice that doesn't need to be trained it's natural so my song bird will you sing again?" The phatom said as he left Jinan standing on the roof alone " What the hell was that all about first I freeze when I see the man the I get into a conversation with him" Jinan muttered to herself as looked over Paris as the sunset on the city when she noticed a rose on a base of a statue.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
" So mysterious that man is no wonder he is called the opera ghost " Jinan thought as she looked upon the waking city
