Paper Faces||Phantom Of The Opera||

Paper Faces||Phantom Of The Opera||

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After the disastrous fire that obliterated the Opera Populaire. The sweet young Soprano Christine Daae ran away with her childhood sweetheart Raoul de Chagny; leaving poor Erik Destler alone in the dark deep catacombs of his solitude under the opera. Adelaide Weston, a fiery, curious, and insecure 19 year old girl who suffers with a treacherous past, has been living and striving out on the streets of Paris since she was only 6 years old. And since then she has been questioned by many about why she keeps herself hidden from society. However, her curiosity leads to unexpected meetings, and what she doesn't know is that there is someone else in this world who is just like her... just as broken and mysterious as the girl with the flaming red hair. And maybe. Just maybe, the Paper Face will finally reveal the beauty which is hidden underneath.
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The great fire, it cost Erik everything he ever knew. His house, his only love... everything. He roamed the streets for almost four years, staying hidden in the shadows he made himself familiar with only to find his way back to the abandon and burnt opera house. He stayed there and the first few months were nothing but peace, silence and his inner demons ripping him apart. He had no power for life anymore, no muse to write songs and compose miracles. He simply spent his days looking at the cave walls, not able to think, to see, to feel. All that changed when his ear perked the sound of a child's laughter, informing him of people entering his house but he had no power to kick them out. He saw no reason too. The Phantom was dead after all. He assumed they were the new owners, a word he heard a few times during the past 2 weeks. He mentally scoffed, wondering what they would do with the destroyed opera. Open it again? Fix it? He could care less. All he wanted was his solitude. #1 in phantomoftheopera (10/3/21)

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