Erik stood in the shadows as he watched the opera from box 5. He couldn’t help thinking about how beautiful the singer’s voice was, he was more than happy with this performance, it was much better than any of Carlotta’s. He was glad she was gone, she had a horrible attitude. When the audience started to cheer and clap, the phantom swiftly made his way out, leaving a red rose on the singer’s dressing table, a neat black ribbon tied around it.