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Phantom of the Opera 2

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Hello!! Just want to say thank you to everyone who’s left a comment or liked/re-blogged! It means a lot!

Side note- when you get towards the duet at the bottom, red is Marinette, blue is Luka, but purple is them singing the same line. If you’ve heard the songs you will understand :D

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“Think of me...think of me fondly, when we've said goodbye.

Remember me, once in a while - please promise me

you'll try.”

Marinette hesitates a bit on the last word looking back at Madame Bustier, she gestured for her to continue.

She grips the scarf handed to her by one of the stage hands, her heart beating rapidly. Watching M. Andre and Gabriel whisper to each other, while everyone in the rehearsal who was backing away, returned to watch and listen to her sweet voice. All of them giving her their full attention.

“ When you find...that, once again, you long to take your heart back and be free -

if you ever find a moment,

spare a thought for me..”

Fast forward to the moment before she is to perform, They rush her back, as there’s only so much time before the theater fills up with audience. They let down her hair, fix the curls, place beautiful sparkling snowflake esk hair pins all throughout her hair. Her dress is overwhelmingly grand. Tight beaded corset bodice. All white with jems and jewels decorating it in every direction. The skirt, the same shade, so large that she could rest her forearms on the skirt.

Alya comes up to her friend before her next performance. “ Oh Marinette! Did you hear who will also be in attendance?” She paused to grab her friends hands in hers, “Adrien Agreste! His family is a great supporter of the arts!” She squealed as Marinette nodded with excitement “He’s so handsome Marinette!”

Marinette smiled rubbing her thumbs over her friends fingers, “Yes I did, long ago, before mama and papa passed, him and I...well you could say we were childhood sweethearts. He used to call me ‘Little Mari’.” She blushed looking away to her reflection in the mirror. “I doubt he remembers me though.” Before her friend could reply, they did finishing touches on her face makeup, rushing her to the stage.

Flash to the ongoing performance, Marinette, center stage continuing the song….

“We never said our love was evergreen,

or as unchanging as the sea -

but if you can still remember…..stop and think of me ..”

She smiles looking out toward the audience, moving closer to the right upper stage, making her way across.

“Think of all the things we've shared and seen —

don't think about the way things, might have been . . .

Think of me…..think of me waking, silent and resigned.

Imagine me… trying too hard..to put you from my mind.

Recall those days...look back on all those times,

think of the things we'll never do -

there will never be a day when, I won't think

of you!!”

The audience cheers as there’s a quick pause for drama and effect in the song, the full orchestra going to full volume gracefully. But up in the balcony box, a young blonde man, gazing down at the raven haired girl in awe. Some would say he fell in love right at that moment..

“Can it be? Can it be Mari?”

Adrien beamed, standing from his seat clapping his hands towards her

“Bravo!”

He raises his opera-glasses to get a better look at her, and in a sing song voice, he says,

“Long ago, it seemed so long ago...how young and innocent we were...”

Lowering his opera-glasses, stunned at her, at how much more beautiful she’s become over the years, since he last saw her when they were children. She no longer wears her hair ribbons and pigtails, but she’s still ever so lovely. He continues,

“She may not remember me, but...I remember her…”

Marinette pauses as she lands in center stage again, “Flowers fade, the fruits of summer fade… they have their seasons, so do we.... But please promise me, that sometimes.. you will...think...of...me!!” Marinette throws her arms up, hitting the oh so difficult high note with ease, the scarf going up in the air as the full orchestra makes the big finish. She bows. Then glances over to the wings seeing all her ballet friends clapping and smiling, the stage managers screaming in approval, clapping rapidly in their box, along with the audience getting up from their seats, she got a standing ovation.

The curtains close, and Sabrina runs out the auditorium doors, down the grand staircase. She finally reaches the horse drawn buggy, where Chloe is sitting anxiously awaiting the news of how her “understudy” did.

“Well!?!?” She questions as Sabrina opened the door. Sabrina flashes her a big smile, meanwhile Chloe groans leaning back in her seat, pulling her fan out, she begins fanning herself.

Ayla is attempting to weave her way in and around the crowd backstage, looking in every direction for Marinette, she rushes down a back hallway, finding her friend lighting a candle in front of the photo of her father, a stain glass window illuminating the room with various colors.

Marinette not noticing her, but hearing the soft sound of a familiar voice,

“Brava...brava...bravissima…” the voice trails off as Alya calls out Marinette's name.

“Mari? Where in the world have you been hiding? Really, you were perfect out here!” She smiled crouching down next to the girl in the big white gown, placing a hand on her shoulder. “I only wish I knew your secret, who is your great tutor?” She questions softly.

Marinette took a soft deep breath, “Alya, when your mother brought me to live here, I’d always come down here to light a candle for my father, and one time a voice from above spoke to me…” she paused glancing down at the photo of her father in her lap. “And in my dreams, he was always there...you see, when my father laid dying, days after my mother had already passed, he told me I’d be protected by an angel. An angel of music..” she trailed off feeling breathless

“Do you really think it’s the spirit of your father teaching you?”

“Who else could it be Alya? …..Who?” She looked over at the lit candle flickering, “Father once spoke of an angel...I used to dream he’d appear.

Now as I sing, I can sense him...and I know he’s here!

Here in this room, he calls me softly..somewhere inside, hiding.

Somehow I know, he’s always with me. He the unseen, genius.”

“Marinette you must have been dreaming...stories like this can’t come true.

Marinette you’re talking in riddles….it’s not like you!” She grabs her friend's hand, leading her away from the darkening room, back upstairs to her dressing room.

M- “Angel of music, guide and guardian...grant to me your glory!”

A- “Who is this angel of music?”

Both together, they sing “ Angel of music, hide no longer...secret and strange, angel. “

Alya stops and stills, as she feels how cold Marinette's hands are.

“Your hands are cold”

“He’s with me now ...all around..”

“Your face, Marinette, it’s white.”

“It frightens me”

“Don’t be frightened..” she grabs Marinette's arm gentle leading her back up the staircase.

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“No!” Madame Bustier shouts at the men following Marinette, begging to be let into her dressing room. She closes the door, turning her attention to Marinette, the young girl she considered a second daughter, the girl she brought to the opera house, orphaned at such a young age, sighing, placing a hand on her cheek. “You did very well, my dear.” She reaches down grabbing a rose with black ribbon tied all around it. “He’s pleased with you..” she says placing in the confused girls hands.

Marinette looks down at it, her face showing a mixture of confusion and contentment. She runs her fingers down the black ribbon, taking in the softness of it.

On the other side of the door, Monsieur Gabriel and Andre hold overly large bouquets of flowers, filled with all kinds of colored roses, lilies and other foliage.

“Ahh, Vicomte!” M. Gabriel shouts as Adrien passes him, “ I believe we’ve made quite a discovering with miss Marinette Dupain-Cheng!” He boasts

“Perhaps we could present her to you, Mister Agreste?” M. Andre asks hopefully.

Adrien smiles, shaking his head slightly. “Gentlemen, if you wouldn’t mind, this is a visit I prefer to make unaccompanied” he says with a love struck grin on his face, a light blush on his cheeks.

He looks at the bouquet, then takes it from Andres hands, “Thank you!” He turns walking to the door of the room she’s in. Right as Madame Bustier walks out.

M. Gabriel raises and eyebrow, looking at an equally stunned and confused Andre, “It would appear, they’ve met before..” he says smirking a bit.

Adrien crosses the threshold, his chest tight in anxiousness, but it calms when sees her at her dresser, glancing down away from the mirror in front of her gorgeous face.

“ Little Mari… let her mind wonder. “ he closes the door smiling wide, as Marinette looked over to the full body mirror seeing him, she smiled so brightly, her bright blue eyes gazing to his green ones. “Little Mari thought, ‘Am I fonder of dolls, or of goblins or shoes?” He chuckled

“Adrien…” she turned around locking their eyes together face to face rather than in the reflection of the mirror.

“Or of riddles, or of frocks?” He continued making his way toward her, setting the flowers down on the table closest to him.

“Those picnics in the attic..” she said softly

“Or chocolates..” he finished reaching for her hands

“ Father playing the violin.” She says placing her hands in his, blushing when he kneels down in front of her.

“As we read to each other, dark stories of the North

Marinette smiles quoting, “ ‘No - what I love best,’ Lottie said,’is when I’m asleep in my bed..” she trails off slightly as he leans in closer, their eyes fixed on one another, neither breaking the gaze.

Simultaneously, they sing-song, “The Angel of Music sings songs in my head..”

Adrien lets out a sigh, then reaches up, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, pulling her close to him, “You sang like an angel tonight” he told her, giving her a small squeeze.

She pulled back to look at him again, “Father said, “when I’m in heaven child, I will send the angel of music to you”” she stopped conflicted, “my father is dead Adrien, but I have been visited by the Angel of Music..”

“Oh, no doubt of it...and now we go to supper.” He grabs her hand, getting up heading for the door.

“No, Adrien-“ she tightens her grip stopping him. “The Angel of Music is very strict..” she trails off as he lets go getting closer to the door

“Well, I won’t keep you up late!” He smirks opening the door

“Adrien, no.”

Insistent, Adrien says, “ You must change! I’ll order my carriage.” He grins at her “Two minutes….Little Mari.” He walks out the door with quickness

“Adrien no! Wait!” She gets up to go after him but the door closes. Little does Marinette know, there’s a hand on the other side of the door, locking her in, taking the key with them.

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The opera house has closed for the night, candles blown out, doors being shut and locked. The managers leaving for the night.

Marinette pulls on her sort of sheer white robe, detailed with lace, she did it herself if we're being honest. She begins to tie it when she’s frightened by all the candles in her room going out. The room becoming darker, only lit by the moonlight near the body mirror. She walks closer to the door to leave, when a strong male voice speaks from every corner of the room.

“Insolent boy! This slave of fashion, basking in your glory!” He pauses as she turns around “Ignorant fool! This brave young suitor..sharing in my triumph”

Marinette takes a step forward, “Angel, I hear you...Speak, I listen. Stay by my side, guide me” she pulls at her fingers, nervous. “Angel, my soul was weak, forgive me! Enter at last, master” she glances around, trying to find a face in the darkness.

The voice starts to sing again, “Flattering child, you shall know me. See why in shadows I hide….look at your face in the mirror!”

She looks to the body mirror, face blank, skin pale and cold, as she sees a figure appear in it.

“I am there, inside!” He slowly becomes more prominent in the mirror. Smiling down at her as she sings to him, her eyes not leaving him.

“Angel of music! Guide and guardian! Grant to me all your glory!” She sings as she inches closer to the mirror. “Angel of music, hide no longer...come to me strange, angel!” She stares to the man in the mirror, almost as if she’s in a trance.

“I am your Angel of Music! Come, to your Angel of Music!”

Adrien comes up to the locked door, attempting to open it, he could hear a voice, one that does not belong to his sweet Marinette. “Who is that voice?” He gets closer to the door, “Who is that in there!” He demands.

“I am your Angel of Music…”

Knocking on the door harder, he calls out for her. “Marinette!! Marinette!”

“Come to me Angel of music…” the man in the mask, reaches his gloved hand out to Marinette, she carefully places her into his. In the distance you could hear the organ playing. He begins to lead her down a hall, lit by candle operas. Now with more light, she can clearly see his features, while singing in her head

“In sleep , he sang to me..in dreams he came..” she takes in the white mask, covering half of his face diagonally. His eyes, sky blue, his hair was what took her by surprise. Dark at the root, but as it cascaded down it turned to blue. Reaching the edge of his suit.

“That voice which calls to me.. and speaks my name.

And do I dream again? For now I find!” Her eyes widening, she begins to sing out loud, “The Phantom of the Opera is there! Inside my mind..”

“Sing once again with me! Our strange duet…” he sings as he turns to her with the torch in his hand, illuminating her face “ My power over you, grows stronger yet!” She turns to see if anyone is behind them, she turns back shocked as her calls her out on it.

“And though you turn from me… to glance behind, The Phantom of the Opera is there! Inside your mind!“ he guides her to the boat awaiting them. Sitting her down in the front, he stands in the back, with a long stick he begins pushing them forwards, she starts to sing out loud again.

“Those who have seen your face, draw back in fear.

I am the mask you wear—“

He jumps in to her singing, saying, “ It’s me they hear!”

Together at the same time they sing, but not exactly the same words.

“My spirit and your voice

Your spirit and my voice “

“In one combined!

The Phantom of the Opera is there!”

“Inside my mind,

Inside your mind.”

He smirks pushing them farther along the waters.

Marinette sings again, “ He’s there...the Phantom of the Opera!” She begins to harmonize, as they get closer to their destination. The darkness slowly becoming more and more illuminated.

“Sing, my angel of music” he asks, as the gates go up, she goes up an octave.

“Sing….my angel” he takes note of her doe eyed expression, glancing around the scenery in front of her.

“Sing for me!” She goes up another octave. “Sing my angel!”

In a harsher but stern tone, he brings the boat to shore saying again, “Sing for me!!” He clenches his fist egging her on.

She goes as high as she can with the note, shocking herself, she holds her throat. Watching him revoke his cloak. Seeing him look back her her with amusement on his face.

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WHEW! That last duet was harder to write then I thought. Also I’ve had someone ask if I’d want to draw anything for this...I could try but I’m not the best lol (I haven’t had an art clas in years). If you’d want to see something like that let me know in the comments

Let me know what you guys think! Until the next chapter! :D