Post by witch on Apr 28, 2011 18:09:35 GMT 10
Intro 1: Paris. The city of love and music. The city of the famed Opera Ghost and the ruins that remained but who would have thought that with death came new beginnings? That the phoenix would rise again and with it a new phantom to fit into the wood works of the Opera House. But with new beginnings came new players and this time the Phantom wasn't alone and Eric wasn't just a man but a demon shearing his soul with that of a human. A human who knew nothing of love aside from his family whom he had lost in ways that took away trust, a human whom saw himself as a monster and never dared hope for the day where his world of darkness would face the light.
Start/ Chapter 1/ Version 1/ 'A RETURN TO PARIS', 'CARA'S RETURN', 'WHEN SONGS TAKE FLIGHT':
The Opera Stage, it had once been my home away from home my heaven and my salvation but that had been a year ago before everything had changed and my father was still alive.
When the darkness like that around me had been home to one small beam of light and within it I felt at home, safe unlike it did now the constant shadows falling over me, those of faces of strangers I didn't know.
I sat in my quite corner waiting for my que, playing back old memories as I waited. It was now only in my mind that I didn't feel so alone and lost. That I didn't mind the eyes and whispers that fell upon me for after all they had been family.
Then my name had been Cara Andovea, now I didn't really know who I was. An empty shell to be sure, walking around as if someone else was driving me for if they weren't I surly would have felt the older eyes of a man fall upon me as I rose to once again take my place on stage.
Start/ Chapter 1/ Version 1/ 'A RETURN TO PARIS', 'CARA'S RETURN', 'WHEN SONGS TAKE FLIGHT':
The Opera Stage, it had once been my home away from home my heaven and my salvation but that had been a year ago before everything had changed and my father was still alive.
When the darkness like that around me had been home to one small beam of light and within it I felt at home, safe unlike it did now the constant shadows falling over me, those of faces of strangers I didn't know.
I sat in my quite corner waiting for my que, playing back old memories as I waited. It was now only in my mind that I didn't feel so alone and lost. That I didn't mind the eyes and whispers that fell upon me for after all they had been family.
Then my name had been Cara Andovea, now I didn't really know who I was. An empty shell to be sure, walking around as if someone else was driving me for if they weren't I surly would have felt the older eyes of a man fall upon me as I rose to once again take my place on stage.