|Phantom Meets The Soul Mates
Author: shadowxofxdarkness PM
Tiffani and Shea have won a trip for a free tour of the remodeled Paris Opera House. A freak accident leads to their deaths, which leads to more than the afterlife. The Phantom has two new members of his opera house to deal with. Soul mate storyRated: Fiction M - English - Humor/Romance - Erik - Chapters: 14 - Words: 20,003 - Reviews: 74 - Favs: 63 - Follows: 20 - Updated: 09-17-11 - Published: 07-22-11 - Status: Complete - id: 7207509
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I do not own the Phantom of the Opera. I only own Tiffani and I have permission to put Shea in this story.
"Why are we going to an old opera house?" Shea asked with a frown as she and Tiffani walked through the streets of Paris.
"Because this place is beautiful since it has been remodeled and there are reports of ghostly activity. Ever hear about the phantom of the opera story?" Tiffani explained and finished with a smirk back at Shea, who was giving her friend an interested look.
"The phantom of the opera," Shea said questionably and Tiffani nodded. "Is he haunting the remodeled theater?" she asked as she caught up to walk beside her friend.
"The locals believe he is but many are skeptical and just saying the disturbances are because of the electricity or construction," Tiffani said with a shrug before she grabbed one of Shea's arms and pulling her towards the opera house.
The beautiful building in front of them filled them with excitement, but also sent a strange chill through their spines. "Well in we go," Shea muttered before they entered the grand opera house. "Why do I feel so insignificant in here?" Shea said and Tiffani laughed before hugging her.
"Feel the same way, everything in here is just so grand," Tiffani said with a smile on her face before winking at Shea. The two of them were here today to go on a tour that they had won tickets for, but it seemed that the tour guide was nowhere to be found. "Let's have our own tour," she said before leading the way to the theater where the stage and orchestra area was held.
"Are you sure we should be doing this?" Shea asked as she and Tiffani explored the orchestra area, which was making them miss high school band.
"When have you known me to follow the rules?" Tiffani asked as she went to the director's area and acted as if she was going to direct an imaginary orchestra.
"Touché," Shea answered before acting as if she was holding her clarinet as she sat in one of the seats. "I would have loved to perform with the band in this theater," she said wistfully and Tiffani nodded sadly, as she lowered her arms.
"Would have been magical, just imagine an opera behind us as we watched the director and played beautiful music," Tiffani said before twirling and jumping off the director's area and making her way to a side room that led to the stage. "This way," she called and motioned for her best friend to follow her.
"We definitely should not go up there, but oh well," Shea muttered as she followed Tiffani and soon both of them were standing center stage and staring out at all of the empty seats and guest boxes lining the walls.
"Sing something," Tiffani said excitedly to Shea, who gave her a look that was questioning her friend's sanity. "Come on, how many people can say that they have sung on this stage?" she asked and got in a begging position on her knees and a pout on her face. "Please, you sing well," she said and Shea sighed.
"If I sing then you have to do something as well," Shea said and pointed at Tiffani. "Besides trying to bite my finger," she said as she quickly pulled her hand away from her friend, who tried to bite her pointing finger.
"I could dance," Tiffani said with a shrug before kicking off her sneakers and sliding around in her socks for a minute. "Alright, I'm ready," she said with a goofy look before doing a few stretches.
"Can't believe you are making me do this," Shea whispered before clearing her throat and starting to sing one of her favorite songs. Tiffani smiled at her friend before starting to dance around the stage. She did a few jumps, kicks, and spins as she moved around the stage.
A creaking sounded above the two of them and Shea felt the bad feeling from earlier grow. She sang a little louder just to try to block the sound from her mind. "Just an old building creaking," she thought as she kept singing.
Tiffani finished another jump before freezing when a loud crack sounded from above her. She looked up and her eyes widened when she saw what looked like a white mask flash by before it disappeared into thin air. Her frozen position thawed out quickly when she saw the large lights breaking away from the structure holding them up. One of the lights was heading straight towards Shea, who was still singing.
"Shea, move," Tiffani screamed as loud as she could as she raced towards her friend. Shea stopped singing and looked at Tiffani with confusion on her countenance. "The lights," Tiffani screamed before she tackled Shea out of the way. The large light crashed down just missing the girls, but neither of them was fast enough to get up and dodge the light now heading towards them.
It was a scary and sad day in Paris as the news that two American young women were killed in the remodeled opera house. Tears were shed as authorities identified the women and notified the families of the women. More of the locals blamed the phantom's ghost as the culprit for the deaths, but the news stations just blamed faulty construction. However, none of these people realized what truly happened to the two women who were killed.
"Shea, are we dead?" Tiffani whispered as she slowly climbed off her friend. She looked around her only to see she was on the same stage without a large light crushing her and her friend. Instead, she saw many old fashioned dressed people staring at her and Shea as if they were in trouble.
"If we are, then I don't like where we ended up," Shea muttered as she also noticed some of the people glaring at them.
"What are you two doing just lying there? You are supposed to be auditioning today, right now, not taking a nap," one man said and at first, the girls did not understand him but then they froze when they realized they could understand a man who was speaking French. Neither of the friends knew French, but they were staring at a man speaking only French and they understood almost every word.
"Auditioning," Tiffani said as she and Shea quickly stood up and noticed many changes to the theater. The main change was that it looked exactly like pictures from how the original opera house looked.
"No way," both friends thought before paying attention to the angry man once again.
"Yes auditioning, you were auditioning for a singing position, while you were auditioning for a dancing or orchestra position," the man said and pointed to Shea and then pointed to Tiffani.
"Oh, well you go first," Shea said nervously and slightly freaked out to Tiffani, who just gave her a small glare.
"Well what do you want me to do first? Dancing or orchestra audition?" Tiffani asked with a hand on her hip and then she noticed she was no longer in her comfortable denim jeans and black sweatshirt. She was now wearing a black leotard and a white tutu. "Why can't I just be in a tank top and shorts?" she thought before glaring down at the shoes hurting her feet. "Add barefoot too," she thought as well before focusing on the man that had been talking to her.
"Dancing, music please," the man said and motioned to the orchestra that was assembled.
"Here goes nothing," Tiffani thought before wishing that Shea had just gone first.
Shea was trying to figure out why she was in a dress and a corset. "The corset has to go," she thought with a frown before staring at the old theater around her. "Not too excited about being in the past, especially not this past if my guess that the phantom is alive in this time period," she thought before grimacing when she noticed Carlotta standing nearby glaring at her. "Not good at all," she thought before looking at her friend who was starting her dance audition.