A Hidden Gem (Eric X reader) A Phantom of the Opera love Story

Chapter one: Secret Voice

  Authors note; Hello Babys Mrs. Marilyn here I must give you a few helpful pointers, especially if you aren't used to this format.

Y/n: Your name     H/c: Hair color    E/c: Eye color    F/f: Favorite flower    F/c: Favorite color

    Y/n was stretching, no matter what anyone said to her she always stood tall with a smile on her face. Y/n was never the best dancer, she wasn't the most flexible and she always seemed to have trouble with her weight.  Madame Giry called out to the girl "Y/n could we please talk for a moment?" Y/n looked up from her spot on the floor, she got up quickly and walked toward her with a worried smile "Yes Madame Giry?" She said as a few of the girls snickered behind her, you see Y/n wasn't from France. Y/n was a young woman that was found on the streets of France after her German parents had passed.  She had always loved the opera house and even would sneak in to listen to the Diva's practice, she knew most of the place like the back of her hand. Madame Giry looked at her a bit upset, "I am sorry to say but, I believe that being a ballerina may not before you deary." Y/n always saw this coming, those words did hurt to hear even though she knew the where true. Y/n nodded and looked into the woman's eyes and smiled softly, " I'll just stick to painting sets." she walked off, Christine ran after the girl, "Marie wait!" that had always been what Christine called her. Y/n shook her head and went back to her room shutting the door and changing out of her practice dress.  She dug through her trunk of clothes and put on an everyday dress, it was rather plain with a few spots of dried paint on it here and there.  She looked around something seemed to be missing, her book wasn't beside her bed, she needed that book. Christine walked in looking at the girl, "Don't feel bad, your art is amazing Y/n I promise your not a failure..". Y/n paused and looked at Christine, had she been reading y/ns diary "P-pardon me?" she raised an eyebrow. Christine took a step back "Y-y/n I know what your thinking and I'm sorry!" Y/n rolled her eyes and walked out.  Christine sighed and placed the girl's diary back upon her bed, and chasing after Y/n.

~Time Skip~

   ~Y/n's Vocie~

       Y/n had been working on set pieces for hours, she sat on a wooden moon suspended from a large rope,  she was out of sight from mostly everyone. Y/n listen to the orchestra play La Carlotta's part over and over to avoid messing up for when the Diva finally came out for rehearsal.  Y/n hummed along to the music unaware of what was going below her, Y/n finally Gave into the music and began to sing. La Carlotta looked around, trying to find the voice that had cut her off. The room filled with Y/n's voice, and it was beautiful... everyone began to look around. She painted the clouds as she sang, getting a bit of white paint upon her dress.

'Think of me, think of me fondly
When we've said goodbye
Remember me, once in a while
Please promise me you'll try
When you find that once again you long
To take your heart back and be free
If you ever find a moment
Spare a thought for me never said our love was evergreen
Or as unchanging as the sea
But if you can still remember
Stop and think of me
Think of all the things
We've shared and seen
Don't think about the way
Things might have been think of me, think of me waking
Silent and resigned
Imagine me trying too hard
To put you from my mind
Recall those days
Look back on all those times
Think of the things we'll never do
There will never be a day
When I won't think of you

flowers fade, the fruits of summer fade

They have their season so do we

But please promise me that sometimes

You will think of me '