When I got back to my dressing room I saw Madam Giry waiting for me. O no now I will be in trouble.
"Madam Giry I'm s..."
She put her hand up to silence me.
"We have a curfew set for a reason Rose. I told you when you came here that you must follow the rules or the managers will be very upset."
I looked down at my feet felling ashamed.
"Why where you out of your room so late?"
"I went on the stage to clear my head."
"No you where singing. I don't like to be lied to."
"Madam with no disrespect the way I clear my head is to sing."
"I apologize I didn't know. Anything else?"
"Well Meg came and told me to get back to bed. So after she left back to her room I was looking around and saw someone in box five."
Madam Girys face turned into horror.
"Meg told me about the opera ghost and when I was leaving I thought I saw him but that can't be, right?"
"Rose come here."
I sat on the bed with Madam Giry.
"How much of the story did Meg tell you?"
"Only that he haunts the halls."
"You need to know the full story because I believe he came to you for a reason."
I nodded.
"Once long ago when I was about your age I was a ballerina here. One day me and my friends went to a traveling fair. When we walked in there where tumblers performers and so called freaks. The in one cage there was a little boy about five years old called the Devils Child. I watched the ring master beat him and scar his back then pull off the bag covering his face. After the act was done and everyone left I snuck the boy out of his cage and back here. I hid him in the depths of this house, and let him explore. Then he became an artist, a composer of sorts. He started to write beautiful music and operas until just a few years ago he started to write his so called destiny. He said this would bring him out of darkness and into the light and the hearts of the public. Then just a few days ago when I brought him some new supplies I heard him struggle to find a voice or muse for his work, and that's why I'm telling you this."
"What does this have to do with me I'm just a 19 year old girl."
"Shh he might hear you. I think he found his muse in your voice when you sang tonight. I believe that he wants you to sing his opera and help him finish his score."
The phantom wants me to help him? That's absurd how could a composer want a chorus girl to sing his life's work?
"Why would he want me? I just came here and no one knows who I am."
"He does not care about those things he only cares about the voice and heart. If your heart is pure and golden then he will take that over your social status. You are a beautiful singer Rose that's why he came to find you tonight."
"How do I find him?"
"Let me talk to him tomorrow to see if he would like to meet you."
"Alright."
"Now off to bed, we have a busy day of rehearsal tomorrow."
"Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
"Wait Madam Giry."
"Yes child."
"Can he hear me?"
"Only if you want him too."
"Okay goodnight and thank you."
She nodded then closed the door behind her.
As I was left in my room I lit a candle then put on my nightgown and robe. After I got settled in bed I looked out the window into the beautiful night sky of Paris.
"Umm Phantom or Ghost, I'm sorry I don't know what to call you but I hope i could learn your name soon."
Silence followed but I still continued knowing that he was listening.
"I'm still confused to why you chose me out of all these talented actors. Your the only one who has liked my voice besides my mother. My mother also said that when I was born that my father could tell I would be a star someday. Sadly I never met him he died when I was just five years old. My mother also passed not to long ago then Madam Giry brought me here.
I feel somehow that I can talk to you about anything and you wouldn't judge or hurt me.
Phantom or friend I hope to meet you soon."
I said then blew out the candle and fell asleep dreaming of this poor man.