-A modern adaptation of The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux and the Andrew Lloyd Webber musical- Christine Daae keeps on hearing a voice of heavenly beauty, a voice that calls himself her Angel of Music and is her tutor. When Christine becomes the lead in the school musical after a freak accident, it soon becomes apparent that this Angel of Music is more than just a fragment of her imagination. Stranger and more violent things begin to happen, and her fascination turns to fear. But more still lies in store for Christine as she waits in the wings.

What happens when The Angel of Music exists, will anything change

How did Christine Daee's voice become so good or was it her voice from the beginning? What if she could never sing from the beginning? Then who's voice does the Phantom of the Opera love then? Who is she? Will anyone ever find out and will Erik ever find his Angel of Music?

Vincent has been living in the abandoned Opera Populaire for ten years now under the tutelage of the Phantom. However with the appearance of a mysterious lady, everything is about to come crashing down... {All rights to the the Phantom and his Opera do not belong to me}

What if there was another phantom. One which no one knew about. What if Erik wasn't alone in the opera house? What if the only people who believed in him was Christine and Angel? This is the story of another phantom.

This is a collection of short stories based on The Phantom of the Opera.

Genesis Augustin loved to dance. It was her very life and breath. She would spend hours prancing across the floors of the old dance studio in New York, perfecting every spin and twist. Even after a disturbed past, Genesis shone through to be the best ballet girl in her small group. When her break to perform on Broadway struck, she nailed it with ease and determination. In turn, she made her way up with the "big kids", performing in a world traveling show of The Phantom of the Opera, one of her favorites. But, suddenly a stumbling block made its way into her blossoming career. Perhaps her only salvation could come through Jett Devon, aka the Phantom on stage. He was shy, reserved, but certainly a cunning and handsome individual. It was certain he had secrets of his own he wished not to share. As he waltzed into Genesis's life, things started to change, hearts stared to melt, and passions began to bloom. But was Jett's secrets far too great for Genesis to handle? And what would happened when love and past mistakes started to collide? One last ballet...one last waltz...this one with more passion than ever before. So I ask you, once more if never again, waltz with me... ________________________________________________________ Warning: Rated PG-13. Not suggested for young reader. May contain suggestive themes, violence, alcohol, other Phantom related deaths and/or abusive behaviors.

(A Phantom of the Opera Fan-fiction) Five years after the disastrous fire took place, the burned-down Opera Populaire is a void of humanity. Only a memories, ruins, a few ballerinas and, of course, Madame Giry along her daughter, Meg Giry, were left. And, of course, there's him. The Phantom lives, deep inside the ruins of the Opera House. Though he wasn't seen or heard from ever since Christine left, it was obvious he was still there. At night everyone would hear a faint sound of an organ being played by a talented man's hands, every morning they would sometimes feel like they were being watched. One day, though, on the day of the auction, a life changing event happened. The Opera House was sold, and it was sold to a young man... The Phantom once again makes himself known to the Opera House. He writes notes, he threatens people and the whole package. The Phantom is somewhat disturbed when he thinks of the new manager. He had a small frame, clothes that seemed to be a bit too big for him, and an unusually feminine face, but these days, every one thought feminine faces were attractive. Then one night, while the Phantom was about to put a note on his desk, something happens... Something YOU must find out for yourself.