ok,i was watching phantom of the opera right?yes i know typical for me.
anyways i had also read the book(origanl) and i thought of a sort of short stroy
i thought would be kinda cool.
Three years had gone by since the phantom had died. Christine and Raoul were married
and the opera house went on as it always did, though this time there were no inccidents with the opera ghost.
One night, there was a masquerade ball taking place opera house, Christine and Raoul weren't sure if they would go or
not, but eventually
had made their minds up and would go for old times sake. At the ball, familiar faces were
discovered under masks and the Persian that saved them so long ago stood in the
corner of the room. Raoul and his wife merrily danced for hours and hours, the night actually proving to be splendid.
The music had stopped just for a moment when Raoul said he had to leave for just a second
and discuss something with the Persian. Christine begged him not to, but Raoul proved to be a very
stubborn man and finally got his way. As Christine stood there alone in the masked crowd, waiting for her
love to come back, the music started to play again and it was one of her favorite
songs that she hadn't heard in years, she sighed, ”Out of all songs....I wish I could dance to this one."she said
sadly. Suddenly she was tapped on the shoulder. She turned around to see a man
dressed in black and white with a black mask that covered his entire face, unlike most of
the masked people. The porciline - like mask had such incredible detail on it, so many of
the masks were just plain, but this one was covered in golden swirls and beads. He held out his hand to her, Christine
gave an unsure smile and
took his hand. 'Maybe he heard what I said she thought to herself'. To her favorite
song she danced with the masked man. There was something
so familiar about his touch and his eyes, she could only barely see his eyes through the shadows that covered them from
the mask, but
from what she could make out from them they looked cold but had a kind of softness
to them when they looked to her. She tried talking to him every now and then while they danced, but he never
said a word. He just looked into her eyes, at times with almost sorrow and other times
happiness. When the music had ended, he let go of her hand and slowly removed his arm
from her waist, he was about to walk away when Christine grabbed his hand. "Thank you
for dancing with me Monsieur, but who are you? I can't even take a guess with the type of mask
you have on” she asked, the mans eyes looked down then back up at her. "I understand this is a masked ball, but I'd
to know who was kind enough to dance with me." She added, she felt him place one of his gloves into her hand, his
by a plain golden ring. Her eyes narrowed at the ring as his face leaned toward her ear, she heard him whisper,
“The point of the mask is to hide who you are and you to guess, Christine,..."he
then, almost reluctently began to walked off. The voice was familiar, she could regonize that voice anywhere, it was
It had to be him, but how? He was dead, she buried him herself by his wishes, how could this be? Instantly she chased
pushing the labyrinth of masked people away but he had vanished. Christine stood dumbfounded as she tried to process
what had really happened.
He couldn't be truly haunting the opera now, could he? A deluge of sadness came over her, remembering
her great teacher that died because he couldn't live without her love. Christine looked down at the glove in her hand
something crumbling inside it. She reached in the glove and pulled out a folded peice of ripped paper. Unfolding it she
music written on it and at the top of the paper read Don Jaun Triumphant.
“Christine!“ Christine turned around to see Raoul, a little irritated, "You know
I’ve called you at least ten times? Who was that?” As he asked, she heard the
jealousy in his voice, she smiled warmly at Raoul, and rested a hand on his
”no one, Roual, just a man who was kind enough to give me one last dance
tonight,..."she reassured. But he wasn't no one to her, he wasn't her love, but he
was someone she did care for, and she was glad to have one last dance with the phantom. As her husband led her away she
wondering if he was still watching over and if he always would.
well thats it,hope u liked it.
sorry if i spelled anything wrong.