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phantom waltz

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 like to know who was kind enough to dance with me." She added, she felt him place one of his gloves into her hand, his finger decorated 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 him! It had to be him, but how? He was dead, she buried him herself by his wishes, how could this be? Instantly she chased him, 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 and felt something crumbling inside it. She reached in the glove and pulled out a folded peice of ripped paper. Unfolding it she saw 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 shoulder. ”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 looked back wondering if he was still watching over and if he always would. THE END well thats it,hope u liked it. sorry if i spelled anything wrong. Nightmaregirl
 
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‹Up-in-the-Clouds› says:   24 December 2009   619882  
aww that was sweet for such a short story! kinda sad, but nice that the phantom at
least got to dance with her, even if he's dead
 
‹αѕѕвυтт› says:   24 December 2009   439804  
Three years had gone by since the phantom had died. Christine and Roual were married
and the opera house was just fine. One night, there was a masquerade ball at the
opera house, Christine and Roual weren't sure if they would go or not, but eventually
had made their minds up and would go. At the ball, Roual and his wife danced for
hours and hours. The music had stopped just for a moment when Roual said he had to go
and get something real quick, Christine begged him not to, but Roual was a very
stubborn man and finally got his way. As Christine stood there alone, waiting for her
love to come back, the music started to play again and it was one of her favorite
songs, she sighed,” I wish I could dance with at least someone to this,..."she said
sadly. Suddenly she was tapped on the shoulder. She turned around to see a man
dressed in black and white with a mask that covered his entire face, unlike most of
the masked people. 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, his eyes never leaving hers. There was something
so familiar about his touch and his eyes, they looked cold but had a kind of softness
to them, 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, 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, she felt him
slip something in her hand. 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 walked off, she watched him walk off through the crowd and he had just vanished.
Christine was very confused. How did he know her name? She looked down in her hand
and there was a rose in it with a black ribbon tied around it. She gasped, the
phantom always gave her a rose with a black ribbon, but he was dead. She buried him
herself by his wishes, how could this be? There was something very familiar about
him, especially his voice when he whispered to her. Could his ghost really be
haunting the opera house now? A deluge of sadness came over her, remembering her
teacher that killed himself because he couldn't live without her love.
“Christine!“ Christine turned around to see Roual, 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 Roual, and rested a hand on her
shoulder.” 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 enjoyed her last dance with the phantom. THE
END well that’s it, hope u liked it. 

I edited it, you had a lot of misspellings
 
‹Up-in-the-Clouds› says:   24 December 2009   824260  
@mackieG13 
dude, no correcting my friend. she KNOWS she misspelled things, she doesnt need your
help, so BACK OFF. thank you 
 
‹αѕѕвυтт› says:   26 December 2009   525628  
@sarahnicole11 

I WAS trying to help. :-( 
 
‹Up-in-the-Clouds› says:   26 December 2009   356035  
@mackieG13 
that's helping? o.o ok then... 
 
Nightmaregirl says:   27 December 2009   293400  
it's ok sarah

@ mackieG13

don't listen to her,yes i know i had a lot of misspellings,i'm really bad at spelling
 but i thought it was really nice of you to edit it for me,thanks!  
 
Phantom says:   26 August 2015   985028  
Nice...
 
Nightmaregirl says :   26 August 2015   170641  
Thank you...I wrote this a looooooong time ago when I was little and pretty much
forgot this was here XD Thank you though.
 
 
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