At Last Our Feelings Bared

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The Opera Populaire was breathtaking. The golden statues and ceilings twinkled brightly as light bathed everything within . I begin my tour and immerse myself into the grandeur of the building. By the time I start to make my journey around the stage area, I glance over the room to find not one soul. I slap my head at my stupidity as I realize the touring hours end in five minutes. Curiosity starts to embed my thoughts. I had always dreamed of performing on this stage and I've always wanted to live in the life of Christine Daae as soon as I watched the musical that latched itself onto my heart as soon as the first few scenes unfolded. Dare I step onto this noble floor and emit a note? I quietly creep to the middle of the stage and let my senses submit to the blissful feelings. "Perhaps I could awaken the ghost," I joke mentally. I let out a shaky breath before inhaling deeply. "In sleep he sang to me...", I sing slowly and glance around to make sure no one else was watching, "In dreams he came." I breathe and close my eyes to immerse myself into that world I so desperately desire. That voice which calls to me...and speaks my name... I imagine myself singing, stunning the audience with my voice. I imagine myself performing, pleasing my Angel of Music. And do I dream again... for now I find the Phantom of the Opera is there...inside my mind. I open my eyes and sigh in disappointment. Perhaps my dreams can never be reality. I start to turn around when the lights suddenly turn off. "Who's there?", I say before backing slowly only to stop when I feel something hard...and warm. I whirl around to see those dark orbs of his stare into my own. I gasp and suddenly become frozen in his gaze. "Your Angel of Music is here, mademoiselle", he deeply booms while smirking. He gracefully extends a leather-gloved hand outward toward me. Trembling, I take it and suddenly I'm facing the audience. In all your fantasies, you always knew...I lean against his warm chest as he effortlessly emits glorious notes. That man and mystery... A deep yearning boils within my body and I suddenly want to touch every inch of his skin.... Were both in you... I turn around and lean forward, aching to close the space within us. Soft, yet irresistibly sweet lips meet mine. Time stops. I gaze deeply into the stunning darkness of his eyes. I am his.