You were selling songbooks for the small music shop you worked for. You looked out of place, dressed in commoner clothing, singing in the rich streets of Paris.

A man approached you, clearly of noble status, and a well dressed lady at each side of him.

“Forgive this intrusion, you waste your time selling songs” he smiles.

you were confused, offended, was your singing bad?

“I am Raoul de Chagny” he bows slightly “You should be in the opera, what is your name?”