You had always admired his long black cape, the way it could cover all of him, and made his entrances so much cooler when he appeared. Your friends were all terrified of The Phantom, he was the real owner of the theatre. Not you, no, you loved him. You admired him. You obsessed over him. Some say the phantom has issues, they haven’t met you.

You defended him in every conversation, you imagined what it would be like to meet him, to be chosen to play the lead by him. You even get jealous when other people try and say he would love them, or choose them to play the lead. A few of your friends have denied his existence completely, but you know hes real. Your uncle bought the theatre a few months ago, and you just wish the phantom would reveal himself already!