I'm a smart ghost
Yet I dare not boast
Those fools thought my reign ended
But I've found something splendid.

Heaven didn't want me, Hell feared I would take over. I was abandoned by all for eternity. So for years, I have been watching generations come and go. I am the oldest man in the world, but I hide in the shadows of society; its better that way. I am unloved and no longer desired; not that I was ever wanted in the first place. I dreamed that if I could make one love me for who I am, then I could be at peace.

I don't need no tears
I'm not worried about the fears
I'm much stronger than ever
This won't be my last hour

I had been keeping an eye out on Christine's great-great-great-great-granddaughter. Often teased by her peers, for some unknown reason I could think of other than envy. She was indeed a beauty, resembled Christine. Her voice, while great needed work to create the magic her ancestor before did when she sung. Hearing her sing was nostalgia. When she sang a song called Don't Stop Believing it took me back to when a timid Christine sung Think Of Me all those years ago.

She looks and sounds just like her
She's become an epic haunter
She's curiously sweet
I insist that we will meet

I could transform this diamond in the ruff to a sparkling jewel. Its much too late for me, but for her, it is the perfect time. I knew many of Christine's relatives: dead and alive, but this girl was the one I was most interested in. If she could accept the monster and genius I am, I can make her incredible. For now I will observe every step and every note of her vocals.

I'll take her back to basics
Drill my bionic magic
That's if she accepts
I owe her ancestor much debt.

We shall meet one day, Rachel Berry.