To Save You I Will Die (Phantom Of The Opera x Oc)

Chapter 1: Music of The Night

Sitting on my sofa, I had cried for the millionth time as I watched the Phantom go on into the broken mirror and escape without his Christine Daae. Then it ends with the red rose on Christine Daae's gravestone.

I yelled at the tv, accompanied by my sobs.

"You idiot. Why did you choose Raoul? He is as bland as a thick piece of white bread. Come on, Daae! He does not know from a quarter note to a quarter rest."

I sat down on my beige sofa, upset at the turns of events.

The room was empty, and I stood there in my PJs and empty bowl of popcorn.

I knew how it was going to end. I wasn't blind to the fact, but it still hurt to see it.

My phone rang out, and I looked at the white glow. The manager was heightened on the phone screen. I answered my phone and cleared my throat.

"Hello," I said into the phone, waiting for a reply.

The voice let out a sigh. "You are watching the Phantom Of the Opera again, aren't you."

I tried my best to clear my voice and wipe my tears. "No." My voice cracked a little bit, and I scrunched up my face.

Shoot!

"What did I tell you about watching that movie before a performance," the voice waited for me to answer.

I paused, hoping they would not make me say it.

"Hello?" Their voice was somewhat irritated. I wanted to run away from the phone and rewatch the movie again.

I sighed. "It affects my piano playing."

The person chimed in. "That is right. We are being paid big bucks to play for the Carnegie Hall; then we have David Geffen Hall three hours after that. Then we are going back to Europe to sell your new album."

Their voice kept on going on, talking about the places to go and the money.

Erik, a man, had seen nothing but pain and sorrow in his life. I wished I could help him.

I placed my hand on my eyes, tired of everything. This album was the last one I could produce. My passion for music had faded along with everything else in my life.

The things I had sacrificed to get to this point. I had offered any sense of a love life or social life. It wasn't all bad. I gained my fame. I helped out some people with my money. I met so many wonderful people and some of my childhood. At the young age of 30, I think it was time to go. I had never once taken a break.

I was a childhood prodigy profited by their parents for their selfish need for money and riches. I had completed their debts established my place in the world. This was the time to mark my own, maybe find someone to get married, heck even starts a family.

"You know, after the Europe tour, I am going to retire." I waited for her response. The voice laughed.

"HAHA..very funny."

"I am serious," I say somewhat in a loud voice.

A small pause is heard.

"Wait; what?!?! You can't be retiring. What about my job?" The voice was angry, and I was not happy with their tone.

"Listen, I can find some people to take you in. I will make a few calls." I put my hand on the back of my neck, trying my best not to yell back.

"Look, I am going to let you rest for a bit. It is probably the movie that is making you think like this." i shook my head as they continued.