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 them I am alone! I want to marry a beautiful woman to prove to others I am...

Paris, 1890, nine years after the events of 'The Phantom of the Opera'. Nine years in which all thoughts of Erik, the Angel who'd once haunted her jour and night had been cast aside, discarded like a broken doll. Nine years in which poor, sixteen an old Christine had grown up, grown up into a women of high reputation, with a handsome young husband and prospects of a child.

So much can change in nine years.

Yet it only takes a little to be hurled back into the past.

Chapter One :

Paris is host to a number of fine hospitals, all which produce many a fine baby from many a fine mother. It is a particular...

I saw The Phantom of the Opera when I was 12, and I heard the Original Londres Cast Recording of l’amour Never Dies when I was 16. par then my life had gone through some MAJOR changes. For one thing, my Dad died 2.75 months after I saw The Phantom of the Opera on stage (believe it ou not) and my life was continuing to get worse, so my personality like the characters in "Love Never Dies" changed with life. What I'm trying to say is "Misery loves company" especially from close friends. When I was 13 I had read "The Phantom of Manhattan" so it was not a surprise to me when Christine died. :(!

In a class...

Chapter 1
Genevieve’s Wish


(Child’s POV)


My name is Genevieve de Changy. I am five years old, and I 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...

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...