Summary and Authors Note:

21 year old Rosie Hollins is a Phan whose always wished she could show the Phantom she was not afraid of what's behind the mask he wears. When she suddenly finds herself unconscious on the steps of the Opera House, she is given the job of cleaning the Boxes in return for room and board. Will she capture the heart of the Phantom of the Opera and what will he think when, unlike Christine, doesn't run from him when he takes off his mask?

It's been a while since I posted anything. I was bored at work, found this and decided to post it. I DO NOT OWN Phantom of the Opera, it's plot, characters or otherwise. Those rights go to Sir Andrew Loyd Webber. Any Questions, Comments and Reviews can be placed in the box below or PMed to me. I have given permission to Erik, aka the Phantom, to Punjab any and all Flamers after I douce them with a bucket of water.

Enjoy the story!


You Are Music
A Phantom of the Opera Story by: PhantomGirl17

One:
~Your/My Spirit and My/Your voice in One Combined...
The Phantom of the Opera is there... inside My/Your mind!~

I groaned and grabbed for my phone under my pillow, turning off the alarm before burying my face back into before mentioned pillow. A wet nose then nudged the back of my Peanuts' Characters pajama shirt up and touched my bare back. "Alright boy, I'm up."

I sat up and rubbed my eyes before turning to stare into Big Sad Soulful Brown eyes. "Alright you big eyed cutie, I'm up. Go and bug my brother or something." He went to do just that. I sighed and placed my feet on the cold wooden floor before walking over to my bookshelf where my clock was. I blinked my eyes until I could see clearly and looking at the time was around six thirty in the morning.

Ruffling my hair a bit, I walked out of my room, down the hall and into the kitchen. Eating a bowl of cereal, drinking a can of Diet Coke and taking my iron pill and the medicine for my hand tremors, I came to the living room and waited to see if I was up before my brother or not. A few minutes and half a bowl of peanut butter flavored cereal later, he came out with our black lab trotting alongside him.

"Morning Sunshine." I said and he grunted before making himself toast with peanut butter. "Don't you have rehearsals to go to?" I nodded before slowly getting up and going to get dressed.

Allow me to clear up your confusion. I'm Rosie Hollins. Twenty-one years old and an avid Phantom Phan. I am around five foot, have dirty blonde hair, green eyes and... well... those are the only physical things about me people like. I've got bags under my eyes and tremors in my hands. I'm not the skinniest, nor am I overweight.

Basically, I'm plain.

There were a few things that made me stick out in a good way. My smile is one. Another is that I was a really good actress, got me out of trouble when I was a child. People also said I looked younger then I really was but I didn't see it. But most of all, I could sing. I loved Opera, though I never seen many productions but so far my favorite is between 'Faust', 'Romeo and Juliet' and 'La Belle et la BĂȘte'.

The local collage was doing a performance of 'Phantom of the Opera' and I was playing a stagehand but I'm also the understudy for Christine. I didn't mind. True I had always wanted to play Christine at least once in my life but they needed a girl that was at least pretty. I'm just plain, even if I can reach some of those high notes. Unfortunately I was still working on hitting the highest note in the title song.

Reaching the College, I parked the car and walked to the Theatre. Once arriving and walking through the door, I found myself early, even though our director said nine in the morning, so I went ahead and put on my page boy/stagehand outfit. Sadly, to be as realistic as possible, the producers of the play wanted everyone to wear clothes from that time period. They went to great feats to get us all the real stuff. Meaning: even us female stagehands had to wear the dreaded corset!

With my bag over my shoulder, I approached the stage and stood in the very center of it. Pivoting on my heel, I walked over to the covered up chandelier prop we had. I lifted the cover and smiled at the detail the craftsmen put in when they started building it around a year ago. I then looked around and saw the rope that would send it up into the air, right next to a CD player. I shrugged walking over. Since I won't be able to sing in front of an audience, I might as well sing something while no one's here.

I hit the switch that turned on the chandelier and pulled off the cover. At the same time I turned on the CD player and the Overture combined with the main title song began. The music blasted and the chandelier glowed. I walked to center stage as it rose in the air, lights blinking on and off around the hall. I smiled.

"~Beneath the Opera House, I know he's there...
He's with me on the stage, He's everywhere!
And when my song begins I always find...
The Phantom of the Opera is there, inside my mind!~"

The lights flashed brighter and I blinked a bit to keep from being blind. Suddenly, a strange wind from nowhere started blowing my hair back and it seemed like the entire room became more elegant, grander. More like an Opera House. More seats appeared, and actual Opera Boxes appeared on the sides of the room. I covered my ears as the music became louder and in a bit of panic, I started running to the front doors, the collage changing around me, not that I noticed. As I ran I heard a strange voice singing with me but I was a bit too frightened and confused to wonder who was singing with me. I continued singing the song with the mysterious voice until I found my way outside.

As I turned around, instead of the Collage Theatre Arts building, I saw the Palais Garnier. Looking up at the roof of the building, I saw a figure of shadows with a white mask and glowing golden eyes. He reminded me a lot of Erik from the story.

"~He's there... the Phantom of the Opera!~"

As we stood there looking at each other, he raised his hand like he was encouraging me to go higher. I obeyed. Before the end of the song, I swear I heard him speak, "Sing for Me!" Hitting the highest, and final, note in the song I saw what looked like a proud look on his face before I felt darkness consume me.