You were a star. A. Star. You were the the center of ever try performance you ever put on in theater. You were a beauty, you were an amazing singer and dancer as well. But you weren't always the center. You used to be a backup dancer, until, the phantom came. The phantom of the opera. He was crazy for you. He would hide his face and run from you. But he would sabotage anyone who got in your way or upset. It was rumored he was Percy Jackson, the son of posiden. But you didn't believe it... Until he started leaving you letters after every performance.