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“Come on, then! Hit me!” (to Raoul)

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“With pleasure, Monsieur.”

Raoul de Chagny did not need to be asked twice. He certainly wasn’t afraid to lay a hand on Erik; he was a naval man, after all, and that came with training. Stepping into the punch, Raoul swung his fist forward, aiming for the ‘Opera Ghost’s unmasked cheek.

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                                 The Phantom Of The Opera (2004)

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Kristen sat on the empty stage and playing her harp and writing down the music as she made it. She hummed along to her tune as she played. Her long brown hair covered half of her face and her long sleeves covering her arms as she worked. She didn’t like being here alone because her ‘father’ Raoul knew she wasn’t his because of her...birthmarks so to say. She was placed in this theater and almost never left. 

[thegirlfallsfromthesky]

“Now you cannot ever be free!”

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“What, have you not had enough of killing? Is that what you are going to do to me?” Alexandria took a step towards Erik, her brown eyes wide with a mixture of fear and pleading. “Do I really deserve this? What I did was wrong, and I’m sorry, I have said that I’m sorry! But you cannot keep me here, if you really care about me then don’t do this to me, please!” She shivered slightly, a strand of her hair falling in her face as she looked around, before turning back to him. 

[host-of-chthon]

What art thou...

Beware of the night’s whispers at the opera house... Beware of the shadow that creeps among shadows in its depths... Beware of the unseen genius.” 

The words echoed in the red-haired man’s head;  over and over again, imposingly; like the lowest notes of a pipe organ. That was what they said. 

Beware.

The word that made all those poor people’s eyes flicker with fear. It could make his own flicker too; albeit due to a much different emotion. Awe. Except, the cypress green orbs were currently closed, as his fingers ran absent-mindedly and out habit across the white and black expanse of keys before him; right at the center of the main opera scene; within the dim light of the sole candle that was lit next to him. “You are the most talented pianist we have ever heard...How come noone had known your name before?” this is what the managers told him. Little they knew that whatever they perceived as an unparallel struck of luck was in fact only a pretext... A smokescreen that provided him access to the Opera’s affairs, and ,what’s more, a bed at its dormitories. Poor them. They only made my investigation easier. However, he had to admit. Countless decades of practice had not proven to be in vain, after all. 

Night after night he lurked and endeavored, exploring each corridor and corner of the Opera Garnier; observant of each sign of his presence. He did not know precisely what he was after; yet he was certain, all the same. For there was much more in those rumors than it met the ear; it was about the atmosphere of this place; the murders and disappearances...and the haunting melodies that were connected to this person... To a...creature like himself, those were tell-tale signs. I have to do with a broken man. Devastated. A man who abandoned the world that cruelly abandoned him. A man whose soul was an open wound, gushing hatred and notes.

Art. Art.

Even though his eyes were still closed, Mysterio’s lips curled slightly into a small melancholic smile.

“What art thou, o Phantom, but a man condemned to die?”

[thegreatmusewars]

A different Kind Of Bird

Sara Andrea with Erik [ @mvsicoftheniight]

Sara was new to the whole opera crew,they called her by the second name which is what she requested;she thought it would make both her sisters proud in a way but she was always put in silent parts,she never complained too much about it given she was the new addition,but it made her feel like a bird in the cage,as she prepared for another silent part she sang to herself,believing no one would listen a verse she made a new timing to that perfectly described how she felt when it came to moments such as this.

‘‘Everytime I try to fly I fall,without my wings I feel so small..”

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“You know, this secret hide out isn’t as HIDDEN AWAY as you’d care to hope.” The Master muttered, absentmindedly, as he continued to flicker through the musical sheets. But then he glanced towards him, a small smile on his face.

“I saw you. Kill that man.” He dropped the sheets, and turned to look towards him. “And I admire people who can go so far as to KILL to get what they want. So, Monsieur Fantôme ~ I came to say bonjour. I am The Master.”

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Ghost Writing || Jay & Erik

Sebastian had gotten the job as an apprentice playwright in the Opera House nearly two years ago, and tonight was the first time one of his plays had ever been put on stage. The story was packed full of emotion and drama (and he managed to sneak in a few fight scenes), but he remembered hearing from the conductor that the music was lacking. Well, he never said he was very good at creating songs. Nothing like the music that so-called Phantom of the Opera House could make, but those were just rumors. The place was old and dusty, who could ever want to live in such a place for a long time?

He spent the night in one of the empty dressing rooms in the Opera House, racking his brain for any more ideas for a new play. He was given a few months before actually announcing it again, but he would rather get started on at least a general idea -- he knew he was going to have to slave over the songs later. Perhaps it was a mistake that they hired him -- sure, he can write a decent story, but he was hopeless when it came to music. What was a young playwright to do?

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