Chapter 1
Genevieve’s Wish


(Child’s POV)


My name is Genevieve de Changy. I am five years old and want to be a doctor when I grow up. Papa is off on his naval ship, again, and Mama is at the Opera rehearsing. My Governess gave me this diary to help me with my penmanship. After this we sewed, (which is important for doing surgery,) then we took my sketchbook to the park, parc de l'île Saint-Germain, it is so pretty there when the sun is out! If only that rabbit would sit still for me! My Governess taps me on the shoulder,
“Time to go in.”
It is so hard to get up with my corset squeezing...

I have no name, my mother didn’t bother to give me one, I am just known as The Phantom. The young ballerinas of the Opera christened me that, and, it just fit. No human name ever fits me, maybe that's because I’ve never looked human so I’ve never felt human. It's plus than that though, I’ve never felt like a “Him” ou a “Her” I feel like a “Them” I guess ou an “It” but that’s too literal! A ghost must be mysterious and be able to disappear into the shadows of the darkness, into ambiguity. As a them I am alone! I want to marry a beautiful woman to prove to others I am...

After Christine returned Erik his mask, she asked about his opera Don Juan Triumphant.
“You are écriture an Opera?”
“It’s about Don Juan and his obsession with a beautiful woman.”
“You mean like Faust?
“Awww but It doesn’t end tragically for Don Jaun gets to live happily with his true love!
“So it’s a fairytale?”
“No Daun Jaun has sex with many women” Erik answered
“Why are toi drawn to a man like that/” Christine is horrified.
“Because doesn’t anyone deserves l’amour ” Erik declared
“That’s not l’amour that’s bestial!” Christine exclaims.
“I give toi back your...

This particular version of The Phantom of the Opera is set in Peter Pan’s London. As The Musical Peter Pan is almost 70 years old, The original creator of the Saint Joan opera is long dead, and thus the role of Phantom has been passed on to me. Thus, the Musical Peter Pan was stolen from me, along with my humanity, as Saint Joan was stolen, from Professor L. Petrie. It Starts with a beautiful Broadway étoile, star Mary Martin, (who is my Christine,) who drew in children with her performance of Peter Pan, Saint Joan of Arc pretending to be of the masculine gender with a dagger. Your Phantom at the...