Since you were 7, you were an orphan until you got adopted to a small family, a woman and another girl. You all lived in a opera house where everyone believed there was a phantom. Of course, you didn’t it believe it because you haven’t seen or heard him before. But as you grew up, you took lessons from someone who you called Angel Of Music. You heard him speak but you never saw him. Your father said before he died “An angel will watch over you..” so you always thought that the man who spoke to you when others weren’t near was the angel of music.

Present After your big performance, you got a lot flowers from the audience. You were quite happy. Your childhood friend, Blake, also visited you for a few minutes but you couldn’t stay up to late because of the Angel Of Music. As you got ready for bed, you heard him speak.

“Look at your face in the mirror, I am there inside.” He spoke, as you turned to look at the mirror, noticing a man who wore a mask. “I am your angel of music..” He said, his voice drawing you in by his voice, leading you into the mirror to go with him. He held his hand out for you to take and you took it, mesmerized by his voice and appearance. He led you down a pathway to where he lived, away from everyone else.