O...M...G... I am so sorry for my prolonged absence from writing on here. Christmas is almost here, so that means no school, and for a little bit, that meant no computer. But I have found a way to finally post on here! So I am back, baby! By the way, thank you to all who followed, reviewed, and added my other stories to their favorites. Your support means more to me than you will ever know. Fair warning, this is a self-insert. I couldn't help myself, I just had to do it. Without further ado, I give you the first chapter of A Twist in Time!
"I am your Angel of Music,
Come to me, Angel of Music…"
I woke up violently to the beginning of the song The Phantom of the Opera, which I realized a second later was my alarm. It was time to wake up.
I drug myself out of bed sluggishly, turning my alarm off on my phone. It was a Friday, but that still meant school. At least after school was going to be fun. It was going to be the first performance of The Phantom of the Opera, done by my school's drama club. And guess who was going to be playing Christine?
That's right, moi!
Speaking of moi, moi had to get ready for another grueling day of school. The only good things about school were my music classes, drama club, and English. Especially English, because we were doing one of the best assignments ever: creative writing. There was a minimum of at least one page, but no maximum volume. Everyone else, I knew, were going to write the minimum, but I wouldn't be like them. Unlike them, I actually like writing. My story was going to be the best, and, of course, based off of The Phantom of the Opera.
If you haven't already noticed, I am a huge Phan! Give me anything Phantom, and I am all over it like ants on a honey-covered stick. The only thing bad about being a Phan is that I'm basically the only one in this small town. No one ever knows what I'm talking about, so I just have to explain by saying, "It's a musical."
I mean, I can't really complain. I have my Phantom, my music, and my writing. What else would I need?
About an hour later, I was at the bus stop, waiting in the freezing cold for the bus to reach my stop. Man, why can't I just drive to school? It would be easier, less time-consuming, and there would actually be HEAT!
Finally, the bus rounded the corner and came to me, opening its doors to me. I reluctantly got in and found my seat, right beside my friend, Emmy. As I sat down, she looked at me with a concerned look on her face. "Are you alright, Mandy?"
I waved her off. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just didn't get a lot of sleep last night."
"Nervous about tonight, I guess?"
"Actually, no, I'm not. I mean, I know all of the songs, all of the lines, all of the choreography. What is there to be nervous about?" I asked.
"Well, you would think that you, of all people would be nervous. You're the lead, everyone counts on you, the audience will be mainly looking at you, you have that really high note-"
"Okay, if you really wanted me nervous, you just got your wish." I said, my palms sweaty as they gripped my backpack strap.
She laughed. "Sorry, girl."
Once the bus reached the school, everyone piled out and went to class, which in my case was English. What a way to start off the day.
That night was packed full at the very first performance of The Phantom of the Opera. By the time it was over and we were taking our final bows, I was elated. Everyone loved it! I couldn't wait to do it again the next night.
As I came up from my last bow, I started to feel really dizzy. Whoa, where did that come from?
I started to sway on my feet, and my co-star who played Erik (aka the Phantom) grabbed onto my arm. "Mandy, are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just…" I trailed off as I collapsed to the stage, blacking out.
Colors swirled around me, voices mingling in my ears.
"I am your Angel of Music..."
"Mandy, wake up…"
"Come to me, Angel of Music…"
I shot up, gasping for air, when I felt someone shaking me. It took a few seconds for me to focus on my surroundings. I wasn't on the stage anymore. I was now outside on a cobbled street in front of a big building that I vaguely recognized. Wait…could it be…?
"The Opera Populaire." I exclaimed under my breath. How on earth did I end up in France?
The person shaking me spoke again. "Mademoiselle, are you alright?"
"Yeah I'm fi-" I stopped suddenly as I saw who I was speaking to. A lady dressed in all black, her hair in a braid wrapped around her head, her cane lying on the ground beside me.
I blacked out again.