The Phantom of the Opera Lives Again ~part one~ The Man Behind The Mask

You look around at the red velvet seats, golden statues, and huge crystal chandelier that seemed to glow strangely in the growing darkness. The seats were empty, waiting to be filled with eager listeners.Your shoes clunked on the hollow-sounding stage and made an enormous sound in the Opera Populaire as you walked slowly to the middle of the glimmering stage. It was quiet and you checked to see if anyone was still there. The single candle flame threatened to burn out, leaving you in the mercy of the Opera Ghost. Everyone knows he is a hoax, a story told by the scene shifters (mainly Joseph Buquet) to amuse the petty ballet girls like yourself. Seeing that no one was there in the early hours of the day, you began to sing, wishing the new managers, Monsieur Firmin and Monsieur Andre would let you have a lead role in the upcoming production of Hannibal.


Think of Me, think of me fondly when we've said goodbye. Remember me, once in a while please promise me you'll try.When you find that once again you long to take your heart back and be free, if you ever find a moment, spare a thought for me.
You stopped to take a breath. As you drew breath to start singing again, you heard clapping and looked around anxiously for the person making the sound. You looked up at Box Five to see a man dressed in a suit and cape. Half of his face was covered in a pale mask. The other half was quite handsome with it's soft features. His black hair was slicked back to perfection. Instinctively, you screamed at the top of your lungs. The strange man jumped from the box onto the stage. He ran over to you and put a hand over your mouth. You followed him across the stage as if in a trance. He led you down some stairs and then disappeared. At your feet you saw a note with a red skull as the seal on the back. Without a thought you ripped open the note and quickly skimmed through it. Miss Andrea Daae, The Angel of Music is anxious your career as a singer should begin, and your career as a simple ballet girl should end. He will help you on your way to greatness, as he did your cousin, Christine. Although she didn't want help, you might, so open up your mind and always watch Box Number Five. -O.G.
You slowly went to the ballet girls dressing room/bedroom, where your friends were sleeping. Little Meg, or Little Giry as Joseph Buquet called her, was sleeping peacefully in the bed next to her mother, Madame Giry (the ballet teacher). Little Jammes, the poor little girl who was very thin, with no parents, was sleeping in her bed hugging a pair of pink toe shoes. You wandered over to your bed and plopped down. Just as your head hit the pillow, a voice from above began singing...
Wandering Child, so lost, so helpless, yearning for my guidance. Angel of Music, do not shun me. Come to your strange Angel... You bury your head deep into the pillows, trying to forget the man behind the mask...
COMING SOON: The Phantom of the Opera Lives Again ~part two~ I am your Angel

oooo i can't wait until i write the new one!!!