“Come here and embrace me.” His voice carried itself. A spectral whisper echoed as a soft tune. His hands reaching forward to grasp your waist.

Your figure casting a soft silhouette of a shadow before him. It’s like you were trying to get away. But no, you weren’t. You were dancing a beautiful dance. The Phantom watched you with yearning as he whispered sweet nothings he knew you could never hear.

“Take my name..” His breath caressed your ear. As his hand grabbed at your arm but alas he was like a ghost. His hand fading into your solid skin and pass back into the empty spot you once stood as you twirled across the stage.

But even then he followed after you. The audience watched you.. you. Because you were so amazing and spectacular. Every turn, every leap, every bend. His ghost like heart throbbed. He loved your dancing. He loved your voice. And every day you performed in this same theatre he watched you.

“But once you come to me.. you, I’ll claim.” His soft words ringing out as he watched you as if you were his deity.

“Until then I’ll wait for thee. Your dreams are my place to speak.” His hand reached for your soft touch once more, but unfortunately the curtains closed as your ballet performance in the famous rotunda theatre has ended.