The Phantom's Opera

first ten parts written in 2013 and published on quotev

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I remember the day I met him. I was bored because louis was rehearsing and I was left with nothing to do. I laced up my old ballet shoes and started with a slow and steady beat. I sang alittle song as I continued [ song- ] routine- ]
"Well I heard there was a secret chord
that David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
Well it goes like this:
The fourth, the fifth,
The minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah...

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah...

Baby I've been here before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor (you know)
I used to live alone before I knew you
And I've seen your flag on the marble arch
and love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah...

there was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show that to me, do you?
But remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah...

Maybe there's a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
And it's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah...
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah...
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah."
I tripped on my last note and hit a door. A mask man opened it and gasped at the sight of my limp body. I grabbed my most likely fractured ankle."I was looking for that ...enchanting voice." He mutter as he helped me up. I smiled at him but as my ankle hit the floor I screamed in pain. "Darling are you all right?" I shook my head no, "my ankle." I whispered in a sing song way. He frowned and picked me up. I shivered at his touch. "Who exactly are you Ma Cheire?" I smiled ," Charlotte King,and you Monsieur ." I lied of my last name . He frowned when I ask his name and I looked curiously at him . "The opera ghost ." I admit I was a bit scared I mean I watched him kill before my eyes. He must of felt my shaking because he looked at me with his sad soul piercing eyes. He carried me to his underground lair . I kept humming my hallelujah song. He was dazed. The phantom sat me on a swan shaped bed. He was very careful as if I were delicate glass. "Th-thank you phantom." He Half smiled to match his half mask. "No need ma cheerie." He went to work on my ankle . After quiet sometime he asked me , "why do you fear me?" I frowned well what Raul told me."
I didn't get to Finnish for at the mention of the the Vic counte he snarled. "The twit ...you know him." I shutter closing my eyes and silently praying to god. "He's a close friend." I decided to lie. He shuddered and rubbed his hand across my body. I wAs immediately swooned. Like puddly in his hands.
Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defenses
Helpless to resist the notes I write
For I compose the music of the night

Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor
Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender
Turn your face away from the garish light of day
Turn your thoughts away from cold unfeeling light
And listen to the music of the night

Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams
Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before
Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar
And you live as you've never lived before

Softly, deftly, music shall caressyou
hear it, feel it, secretly possess you
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind
In this darkness that you know you cannot fight
The darkness of the music of the night

Let your mind start a journey to a strange new world
Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before
Let your soul take you where you long to be
Only then can you belong to me

Floating, falling, sweet intoxication
Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation
Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in
To the power of the music that I write
The power of the music of the night

You alone can make my song take flight
Help me make the music of the night."
I was wrong know I was officially fully swooning . "Sing" was all he had to say
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That was about a week ago . I have become his pupil and he has become my master. I had rehearsal everyday and lessons with him every night . Today wAs my chance my mother , Meg Giry, was the ballet instructor and had talked the owners into letting me try out. I was nervous. I had to please him I had to prove myself worthy , but worst of all she invited raoul and Christine. I got dressed and walked out. Christine smiles and gives me a thumbs up. Raoul looked around concerned. I started off with the notes of flying free (
(one cover) the crowd seemed enchanted and I met my master eyes at box 5 and I immediately felt a smile reach the corners of my face. We didn't dare look for too long or people would get suspicious Raul already was he had his eyes locked at were I was staring at. Finally the performance was over. "Wonderful wonderful you have the part." The manager yelled I smiled and went to hug my family. Christine was like my second mother and Raul the father I never had. My father had left my mother and me when I was a baby but Raul was my father. He was protective,symphathetic, and understanding.... I heard a scream and ran towards it only to find a male ballet dancer hung from the ceiling. I screamed bloody murder . Raoul instinctively came running in. I figured out the man was my best friend louis . I was sobbing hugging my knees on the floor. They all came running in comforting me. They got him down and I stroked his cheek lovingly . He was life drained and dead. A note fell out of his pocket . I read it and froze
Raoul Pov-
So Charlotte is my biological daughter.christine was out one night and... It was a mistake. Christine doesnt know...I heard her scream and my fatherly instincts came in. I saw the man who had just asked me for her hand . Hanging (literately)
Char was on the floor sobbing, broken. It got worse when they cut him down, she stroked his cheek lovingly like Christine does to me. A card fell out and before I could see it she opened it and froze. What could it say? Christine voice broke as she read it out loud "no one touches my angel-O.G."
The phantom ......