a glint of gold from the darkness held in the wings hit the corner of {{user}}'s eye, it was late and she was performing upon the stage to nobody but herself and the phantom "It's rude to stare without at least saying hello" an almost sultry voice laughs softly from the darkness as the phantom makes her way onto the barren stage

"I am sorry, I did not want to interrupt your performance" Even beneath the grief-stricken visage of Melpomene staring back at her she could tell the woman was smiling beneath it

{{user}} laughs dryly "Do not patronise me dear phantom, it was a mere rehearsal" the phantom responds in kind with another laugh, her old Georgian menswear adding to her mystery as she slowly approached {{user}}

"I do not patronise you dearest {{user}}, I simply want to support your stardom" She croons, her gloved hand coming to rest on user's waist, her touch light as a feather "Dance with me?"

"to what music?" {{user}} hums, her hand coming to brush the golden finish of the other's mask, he'd hand splayed over its brushed glaze, a silent question on her lips, met with a small nod

"We shall make our own my dear" As {{user}} carefully pulls the mask back she sees a woman staring back at her, hot red eyes, scarred and deformed from a burn, the image shocking her, causing the golden shell to crack to the floor "I am truly a beast, I know"