I LOVE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. I WISH THAT CHRISTINE HAD CHOSEN THE PHANTOM, BUT OH WELL HER LOSS.
PERSONALLY I DONT SEE WHAT THE BIG DEAL IS WITH HIS FACE, IT'S NOT THAT BAD AND IT OSNT EVEN HIS FACE, IT'SHALFHIS FACE!
PEOPLE! WHAT ARE WE TO DO WITH THEM?
ANYWAY, I WANTED THE PHANTOM TO HAVE HIS HAPPY ENDING, SO THIS IS WHERE THE STORY STEMS FROM; I HOPE YOU ENJOY READING IT.
ALSO, BECAUSE THIS IS A STORY ABOUT AN OPERA, ALL THE TIMES THAT CHARATERS ARE SINGING WILL BE IN ITALIC, I PROMISE THERE WONT BE ANY DANCING UNLESS ITS A BALL AND ALL THE SINGING WILL BE AS IF IT'S TALKING AND I'LL POINT POUT IF THERE'S ANY SPECIAL TUNE TO IT. IF THERE ISNT THEN YOU CAN MAKE YOU'RE OWN UP.
Teach me to Sing
He sat there pitifully as he watched the tiny stuffed monkey slowly clashing tiny symbols together as tinkling music filled the tiny space he sat in. It's scrunched up face almost seemed to be watching him with pity. It had been his only companion through the years, the one thing to never betray him.
"Masquerade" he sang, so softly it could barely be heard, "Paper faces on parade. Masquerade, hide your face so the world will never find you."
He had tried to hide, but the world still found him. His voice sounded as broken as he felt, more so than ever before. He felt as if he had been tied together with wire thin string and it was about to break. Even when his own mother rejected him it didn't hurt as much as her rejection.
Then there was a sound and he looked up.
There she stood, his own angel of music. For so long he had watched and loved her. From the moment she stepped into the opera house, when she was just a child. He watched her grow, watched her develop, taught her all he knew, loved her with everything he had.
She was beautiful with her curly brown hair like spiralling coils, pale white skin, rosy cheeks, lips red as roses. Lips he could still remember kissing, that he could still feel on his. She was still wearing his wedding dress though she was to be a bride for another.
He knew it was too late, he knew it but still—"Christine I love you" he forced out, the words wrenched from his very soul.
But she only stepped forward and pulled the silver ring from her finger and gently placed it in his hand.
How could she still be kind after all he had done? He would have preferred her to be cruel, hateful and full of spite. Perhaps then this would have been easier and less painful but instead she was still kind.
She gave him the ring and left.
The strings that were holding him together finally snapped, and for the first time since he was a child leaving home he cried. Both eyes cried the same tears, weeping for a love lost.
Their song, hers and the fool's, cursed his mind once more. "Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime, say the word and I will follow you"
He could listen to it no more for the guard was coming and it was time to disappear.
"IT'S OVER NOW THE MUSIC OF THE NIGHT!" And with that he grabbed a candle stand and smashed through every mirror, trying to find the right one. And then the candle stand broke through and revealed a passageway.
The Phantom of the opera slipped away, a broken man with a broken heart.
THAT'S JUST THE PROLOGUE PEOPLE, THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL COME SOON