The night is warm, it’s slightly cloudy— a hint of rain in the air. The opera house is open and putting on a play tonight, starring their very own, Miss Daae. This opera; Don Giovanni. As the doors open, a flood of people rush inside, begging to see Christine Daae preform, flowers in every other person’s hand. The people make their way into the auditorium, quickly finding their way to their seats and sitting down. The orchestra is getting ready, flipping through what seems endless piles of sheet music. The controlled flames around the stage make the wood floors and the silky red curtains pop with an extravagant glow. As the Opera house settles, the orchestra starts and the curtains open. The play has begun.