The ballet practices and routines were tough,but I never minded.It is the only way for me to live,to survive in this world.With nothing to my name,and no family that was alive I dpended on this job at the opera.I did other various jobs at the opera fixing costumes,and other things.The stage often felt like a second home your heart beating as you performed in front of the audience,such things always made me smile. La Carlotta was pushing the new manager to the breaking point at rehearsal,threatening to leave.

Tears were shed voices shrieked and begged till long last she complied and stayed. Nothing new really we often saw this.The only other excitement was the supposed phantom who roamed about the opera.That was another source of gossip around here.While I am unsure about the phantom
I know there is a voice that I hear late at night when the others are asleep.It sings and it sends pleasurable chills through me as it does. The voice is deep,and somewhat hypnotic,I often wander around late at night trying to find the person behind the voice.Last nights song was still in my head
I closed my eyes as I drifted back to last nights memory

Think of me

Think of me fondly

When we say goodbye

Remember me

Once in awhile

Please promise me you'll try

When you find

That once again

"Josophine" Miss Giry snapped
I opened my eyes"Yes Madam"I said politely realizing I was sitting on the back corner of the stage.
"Are you alright my dear" she inquired sitting down next to me
"Quite alright"I answered smiling at her.
She cocked her head giving me a look like she did not believe me
"I..I just have a song in my head"I stuttered for no reason looking down at my hands
"Will you sing it"she qustioned.
"Me...I could not possible do it justice I stammered.
She sighed "Josophine it up to others to decide if you have done it justice or not."she said impatiently
I stood up taking a deep breathe this was so different than what I was used to.
I repeated the song from last night at least half way through I grew more comfortable with it.I had only done this when I was a small child and even then it was just to please my grandparents.
My song ended with the final note as I took a deep breath in I faced Madam Giry.
She was smiling"Well done my dear"she said


They were not alone for in box 5 sat someone to whom Josophine was oblivious to throughout her little performance.The phantom she had sparked his curiosity that night and he wanted to know more and hear more.
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Roaming about the opera at night and during the day is a simple pastime for me.Cursed to stay in shadows with this mask I wear,an abomination to society was what the gypsies called me,that and devils child.I started with my regular tour. Until I heard a voice coming from the stage. I made my way to my box to see what and who could produce this melody. A girl with raven,curly black hair stood on the stage.Her voice breath taking,and she her self was beautiful. I smiled slyly as I listened to the song.She remembered I thought. I saw Madam Giry in the background,but I turnd my gaze back to the young women.She stopped unfortunately and I wish she hadn't.I left to meet Giry at the usual spot where she would bring me food.And I would no doubt inquire and question her about this women.