Random Phantom of the Opera One-Shots

Introducing my Original Character!

Jeanne Dubois was running down the hallway to get to her ballet class at the Opera Garnier. Her golden hair kept falling in front of her emerald eyes. She had barely any time to throw her hair up into a ballet bun, much less a good one. She was a bit late, because her adoptive mother asked her to go to the market in the morning. Jeanne, like most members of the corps de ballet at the opera house, was an orphan, as her mother had died in childbirth and her father died of cholera when she was six. She was adopted by the Bisset family not long after her father died. The family had two other children beside Jeanne, a daughter named Madeline, and a son named Emile.

"You're late." Madame Giry said firmly when Jeanne finally got there.

"I'm so sorry Madame! My mother asked me to go to the mar— "

"I don't want any excuses, Mademoiselle! Go take your place at the barre with the other dancers and practice your tondus!"

Jeanne hurried to the barre and began practicing. The opera was just a week away, and she didn't want to mess up any steps.

"Hi Jeanne," a girl by the name of Christine whispered. "How are you?"

Christine was always very nice to Jeanne. "I'm well," Jeanne whispered back. "How are you?"

"I'm," she hesitated, "fine."

Jeanne could tell she wasn't okay, but she decided to talk to her about it after class. After a while, class came to an end, and Jeanne decided to ask if she was alright.

"Is anything bothering you, Christine?" she asked.

"I, uh," she said. "Here, I was planning on walking home today, and I know your house is on the way to mine, so I could tell you on the way home?"

"Sure!" Jeanne replied.They gathered their things and began to walk home."So, you know how my father died a few years ago?" She said

"Is it about that? Because I can come with you to his grave sometime if you don't want to go alone."

"No, Jeanne, it's not that. But my father told me stories about the Angel of Music. He said that when he was in heaven, he would send me the Angel."

"Go on," Jeanne prodded.

"Well, I think the angel of music has come to me! However, I am slightly frightened. He is giving me voice lessons, but he refuses to show his face. I keep asking him, but he says no. I wonder if I am not being fooled by a fake angel."

"I'm sure he means well, Christine. Besides, before you had those voice lessons, you sounded like a frog!" She started to laugh.

"Was I really that bad?" She asked.

"I believe we have gotten to my house, Christine. Good day, and make sure you are safe the rest of the way home," Jeanne said.

"Good day to you too, Jeanne."

Jeanne opened her door and greeted her mother. She hoped Christine would be safe with the angel of music watching over her.