Life After The Opera

Life After The Opera
Author note-
After the events of Christine and the Phantom. It left him in agony and pain. Christine refused to ever return to the Opera. Although the Mounsiers still needed money, they were in desperate need of the coins. They offered to rebuild the Opera House and they even put out flyers for auditions to who would be the new Prima Donna. In the Phantoms case a new muse. This is where our story begins.

Phantoms Muse
I walk around downtown to go and get food for my father back home. Drinking alcohol and sitting on the sofa. Usual for my fathers continuous actions. As I walked I noticed a flyer on the ground, I picked it up to notice it was an audition for a new Prima Donna at the Opera House. I recall back to my early years when my aunt would say my voice sounded very angelic, soft, and beautiful. I was nervous to think the thought of going and auditioning, god knows how many rich and well dressed women would want to audition. I was a lady that looked nothing of the worthy, but I was not poorly dressed. I had decided to put aside going and getting food for my father, he can wait for a while I suppose. I made my way down to the Opera House. So many young and older women and girls were there. I thought to myself "there is in no nature I will ever withstand or get the spot to be a new Prima Donna with all these women." I took a deep breath and headed to the front entrance of the Opera House. "Hm seems the auditions aren't until later I see." I waited but as I did so I noticed I saw one of my old ballet partners, I gleefully walked over to her to say hi. "Hello madame" I spoke to her. "Oh my goodness y/n it's a pleasant surprise seeing you here!" She said happily. "Um well I was here to... audition." It was silent for a few minutes between her and I. "Well you always had a wondrous voice, so melodic." She said. "Oh why thank you Martha, your dancing was always very graceful to gaze at." Martha smiled at me then returned to talking to what I assume to be other ballet girls. I had waved Martha a friendly goodbye as I wondered off.