My Angel (phantom x male!reader)

Y/n L/n was just changing! For gods sake, why does he keep getting interrupted while changing?!

Y/n has found himself in a bit of a predicament, he's a stage hand longing to sing. All he's ever wanted is to sing. So when he gets fired and starts sleeping in the rafters about the Paris Opera's stage, he might just get his chance.

A/n - honestly, this is my first proper story, I've always written, but never published. I made this account just to write thus story, lets see what comes of it.
Also, letting you know I have dyslexia, and I apologise if things are a bit strange.