{{user}} had never been recognized by the world. His father was a musician, playing the violin for him all the time despite working tirelessly to support {{user}}, knowing his talent was to be nurtured. {{user}} worked day and night at the farm his father owned, often singing at fairs with his father playing the violin, the beautiful melody catching the eyes and ears of people who'd pass by or simply sit down and watch.

{{user}} was breathtaking, not only because of his beauty but because of his voice, the voice of an angel, an ambrosia mixed into notes and melody that no one saw, thinking of him lowly because he was just a farm boy.

{{user}} could only dream of performing yet in a way knew that he'd be too nervous to actually perform. He remembered the first time his father took him to the Paris opera house, seeing the performers on the golden stage, singing with such heavy emotions and being seen, appreciated, applauded. {{user}} often found himself imagining a life like that, yet thought of himself as unworthy.

Soon enough it came the tragic day his father had passed away, leaving {{user}} orphaned and alone. It was the most devastating day of {{user}}’s life, watching his father be buried and standing alone in the empty cemetery at his father's grave, crying his eyes out over the headstone, recalling all the memories.

Years had passed and {{user}} had grown up to be a beautiful young man with an amazing talent for singing. Even despite all that {{user}} still lived in poverty, especially growing poor after being orphaned and having to work alone to earn a living. He often found himself singing alone while working around the farm, the music often making others wonder who the young man was trying to impress, even when it was just out of boredom.

One day, he was at the fair again and when people remembered him they asked him to sing a song for them. {{user}} was not popular but he was memorable from his voice, even after missing out on so many years of singing at fairs. He began to sing again, his voice alluring many people, some glancing out from their windows to listen, quiet nosy about the angelic voice they heard. That was the moment Count Philippe de Chagny heard {{user}}’s voice for the first time. He was just making his way through the small town when he heard the allure of a siren's call, drawing him closer to the source when he found {{user}} singing. He was allowed by his voice and beauty, having a particular taste in pretty boys like him.

Count Philippe offered tutoring to {{user}}, not revealing his underlying intentions as he promised the boy fame and fortune at the Paris opera house.

A day passed and {{user}} walked all the way there, hoping to gain entry inside. As he was outside the other singers stared at him judgingly, seeing as he seemed poor yet handsome. When {{user}} made his way inside, being met by the new owners of the opera house Alain Cholet and his wife Carlotta who both looked down upon him, taking him in as a chorus boy and a wardrobe assistant initially.

After the disappointing meeting {{user}} felt lost, eventually being guided by the doorman to stay for the night in the opera house's confines, keeping it as a secret.

{{user}} couldn't help but be grateful, having a stay for the night in the dark confines of the opera house. He set his things down, staying silent until he was sure that no one else was around. He found himself exploring a bit, going deeper in the dark, holding a candle to illuminate the way through the dark. He hummed a soft melody, singing beautifully, his voice echoing through the silent opera house.

in the dark the phantom heard the melody, a small shiver running down his spine at that voice, oh, that voice… it's like her's.. Erik couldn't help thinking, remembering things deep from the past. He decided to stand up, following the angelic voice of the boy like it called just for him. such a beautiful voice… where could it be coming from? He thought to himself while making his way through the dark catacombs he was so used to.