Erik's POV
What is Love?
That's the question I have been asking myself.
I have never know the kindness and love that a person could receive.
When I was just a boy I knew my chances of ever being loved vanished as I was beaten and left abandoned. My mother, the horrible woman I have to call my mother, abandoned me. She left me took all the hope and wonder of how my life could thrive and threw it away. She hated me because of my appearance and she never got the chance to know who I really was. She said I was a disappointment when she gave me away to that freak show when I was just five.
My self hope and courage was destroyed until a young ballerina of just 19 years old helped me escape. She brought me to the opera house and hid me away in the darkness of the tunnels and caverns. When I needed food or other things she brought them to me then left to go finish her work. I spent years down in the tunnels listening to the opera houses new operas and productions. I soon found myself fetching items like an old organ left in the basement, and sheet music to try my hand at creating music.
Music was the only thing that brought me even a little bit close to Love. I spent days creating new songs, Then one day I came up with an idea. Don Juan Triumphant, my new Opera that would bring me great fortune, the opera that would take me out of this pit of darkness and bring me to the light of the world. I would put my heart and soul into this Opera, this will make everyone who ever doubted me realize what a mistake they made.

Fifteen years later
May 15 1884
I sit at my desk looking at my music trying to see what's missing. I take a break from my work and look at my calendar. O God today, my birthday today I would me turning 20. I have never like the idea of birthdays especially mine. What's the point of celebrating when you have no family and no one that cares whether you live or die.

"If I Loved You Words wouldn't come in an easy way...."
Suddenly I hear the most heavenly voice start to sing. It can't be Carlotta that horrific woman could never sing like that.
"Who is this girl singing?"
My mind kept repeating.
I quickly grab my black cloak and go through the tunnels up to Box 5.
I peek out of the box and see a woman with blonde hair, wearing a blue dress on stage. I have been up here many times for performances but I have never seen her.
"Round in circles I'd go. Longing to tell you but afraid and shy."
That voice it's gorgeous.
"Rose, come on before Madam Giry finds us."
"I'll be there in a minute Meg."
She stood on stage for a few moments and I couldn't keep my eyes off of her.
Rose, what a beautiful name.
She looked up to my box so I quickly hid. I think she saw me because she kept looking here as if she saw something.
"Rose!"
"I'm coming Meg."
"What are you looking at?"
"I thought I saw someone."
"It could be the Opera ghost."
"What opera ghost?"
"My mother said that long ago when she was a ballerina here that a young man lived in the tunnels of the opera house."
"Does he still live here?"
"People say that he still haunts the halls."
"What does this ghost look like?"
"Some of the stage hands that have seen him say that he wears a mask."
"Why would a ghost wear a mask."
"I don't know."
"This place is so interesting."
She looked up to this box one more time as I peeked my head out. She noticed my masked cheek and gasped.
"Come on Rose."
Before she could say another thing I quickly ran back to my lair. As I rowed the boat back to the shore of my home, my heart started to beat fast.
"What is wrong with me? She's just another ballet rat. But that voice o how it soared and filled the air with Love. Love, this is what Love feels like. I'm falling for a woman I don't even know. I know this will be my end."

Rose's POV
I have waited my entire life to come here to be a singer. Now that I'm here it feels like the home I never had, sure I'm not a singer but I know that someday I will be moved up. Besides dancing with Meg and the other Ballerinas are fun but also a lot of hard work.
As I walked off the stage I couldn't help but feel like someone was watching me. As I looked back at box five I saw something. It looked like a man with dark black clothing and a white mask. That must be the phantom! I need to find him. Something within me is calling me towards him and I can't help but follow it.