Hey guys, so this is my new story. I am hoping you like it, and I am hoping to make it a bunch of chapters! I know this chapter is short, but the others will be longer. Promise. So don't forget to review, follow, and favorite! Thanks!

~Lauren

Chapter 1

My First Audience

Eva had always wanted to be an opera singer, and this was finally her chance. She was in line with a million other girls just waiting to audition for the Opera Populaire. Her parents always told her that opera was not a fulfilling career, and that she needed to get somewhere in life and make money. Well today was the day she was going to prove them wrong. There were only two other girls in front of her and her stomach was starting to churn. Is this really happening? She asked herself. She smiled to herself in absolute excitement. This is happening.

Another girl whizzed by her, running away. There were a ton of girls running away from the opera house once they heard about the mysterious Phantom of the Opera. But, Eva didn't care. She always found herself fascinated by supernatural beings. If she did get to work in this opera house, she would want to meet this mysterious Phantom, and find out if he actually is there. There was one more girl before her. As she walked onto the stage, her heart jumped. She was just after this girl. As the girl began to sing a couple seconds after she walked in, she could honestly say she was terrible. She sounds like a dying goose! Eva thought. She giggled at her thought and the other girls glared at her as if she was crazy. Then the girl inside stops singing all of a sudden. Oh, thank God. A few seconds after she stops, the girl comes running out crying. She was obviously rejected.

"NEXT!" she hears a man's voice scream. This was it, this was her only shot at perusing her dreams. I am going to prove my parents wrong. I am. Eva walks in with her head held high, and her chest out, walking lightly on her tip toes. She was only five foot at twenty years old and she hated it. She always walked on her tip toes to make herself seem taller. When she gets out onto the stage, she runs over to the right side of the stage and hands the pianist her music. She then scurries to the front of the stage and puts her hands together right at her belly button. There are two men and a woman sitting in the seats in front of her, her legs start wobbling. The lady nods and says, "Whenever you are ready, mademoiselle." She nods at the lady, then looks at the pianist and nods, ready for him to start playing. She takes a deep breath and starts to sing the song from "Hannibal". They were looking for a new Prima Donna after the other one left, and Eva was hoping this was her chance.

Think of me,

Think of me fondly when we said goodbye.

Remember me,

Every so often,

Promise me you'll try.

On that day,

That no so distant day,

When you were far away and free.

If you ever find a moment,

Spare a thought for me.

Eva is finished singing and she is just waiting for them to say anything. She is breathing heavily, but is trying to hold it back. The two men look at each other, then stand up. When they walk to the edge of the stage, Eva is expecting the worst, but the man on the left, says, "That was fantastic! Absolutely brilliant!" he chuckles. The other man next to him nods in agreement. Eva is so happy she can't contain herself. "Thank you so much!" she musters through breaths. Then the other man on the right says, "I think we can all agree that you are definitely in! Congratulations and we will see you tomorrow!" Eva smiles bigger than she has before. "Thank you so much!" The men nod. "And would you believe that you are my first audience?" Both of the men bulge the eyes and head out. "Are you serious?" the one on the right asks. Eve nods, giggle. The men chuckle again. The man on the left says, "Well, thank you so much for coming out and we will see you tomorrow!" As Eva starts to walk out the man says, "Oh, and by the way, I am Andre. This is Firmin." He says pointing to the other man. Then he gestures to the woman, who Eva realized had not said anything to her. "That is Madame Giry, the ballet mistress." Madame Giry nods wither arms crossed and a dull look on her face. Eva nods at her, and the skips away back stage.

Andre and Firmin then turn around and stare at Madame Giry and glare at her. "What was the about?" Firmin asks her. She gets up out of the chair and comes face to face with the men. She shakes her head at them as her eyes narrow. The men just shrug. "What?" Firmin asks. Madame Giry sighs. "You don't see it?" "See what?" Andre asks. Madame Giry takes a few steps backward. "She is exactly like Christine."

"He will not be pleased."