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Author's Note: The Phantom of the Opera is a tangled love story filled with tragedy, despair and yet, hope.. A young soprano, Christine Daaé, is coached into becoming an amazing vocalist by the elusive Opera Ghost, who has fallen desperately in love with her. His past, however, riddled with murder and evil, makes him extremely dangerous. She learns that he's simply a musical genius longing to be understood. When she decides to pick her childhood friend, Raoul the Vicomte de Chagny, over him, he stops at nothing to try and win her heart. Absolutely nothing. Now that you have a bit of background to the story, please enjoy "O.G." ____________________________________ You don't get good at something just by thinking of it. That's what my instructor told me, time and time again. I was a good singer, just not a great one. And if I were to become a great singer, I simply had to practice. I had to put in an actual effort. It wasn't that I was lazy or didn't take my craft seriously; it was because I didn't believe I could surpass mediocrity, so I'd commonly give up.
My endurance would push me into new realms, new roles, and a heap of new experiences. But there was one that was otherworldly...it still shakes my core. I find myself still recovering from its events. Though I'm not regretful of what took place, never take lightly the seriousness of an urban legend. Had you told me months ago that I would have seen what I saw, I would've called you ten different kinds of fool. Let's start at the beginning...
I wasn't naturally operatic, but apparently I had a penchant for it. My vocal range being mezzo soprano and right on the cusp of Bel Canto and contemporary, I was an untrained natural. My dearest friend, a booming baritone and I'd say well decorated artist, gave me the push to sign up. "You really could have a knack for it, I'll enroll you in a workshop." And I haven't looked back. For it was there that I met my current love, Erik.
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Carrying a heavy bass range not exactly fitting for his stature, he'd hold all the notes in the catacombs that we dare not try to hit. That's a joke we usually are able to enjoy. Despite all, we've carried each other in this early part of our careers. He was a constant that I was always able to depend on. Of course, it was mutual.
This spring we were to begin rehearsals for our most coveted roles in the riveting musical The Phantom of the Opera, put on by our school's drama department in the School of Fine Arts. Months prior, we were awaiting the results of our auditions.
