rate_review Reviews

;D This is a great story, y'know.

O_O...
Did Erik say...NOW ITS MY TURN?! WOOHOO!
This story is amazing and hilarious.
I especially tripped out on as soon as Eric steps out of the mirror, he introduces himself to Sarah...by seducing her.

Wow, your writing style is absolutely breathtaking! It flows wonderfuly and has an intimate feel to it, as though someone were explaining it to me over a good cup of coffee at a little bistro. Gah! Please contine to write, or I am likely to die of anticipation.

But here's the really creep thing, and every word of it is true, I swear. My name IS Sarah, I HAVE been to Pepin, and I think I might have even been in that little resturant. CREEPY with a capitol c. But neat. Very, very neat. Oh yeah, I've stayed in LA, I play the piano, and I'm attending a UW school. Now if those aren't the wierdest conicindences I've ever heard of, you can paint me blue and make me hop around on one foot.

You HAVE to update soon, i really like this fic. Alone, in the middle of nowhere, and a slightly clueless Phantom on the realities and changes of the world around him. How dark is this going to get?

WRITE SOON!!

I like it a lot. It's really cute. I hope you update soon.

Yay for the Opera Ghost!

I too had visited Paris on a school field trip. I too was the only one excited about visiting the Opera House. I saw the stairs with statues, and squealed out, Just like in the story!, and jumped up and down. I found old books behind wired walls. I went down into the basement or first floor, gawked at a fountain with no water in it. I wanted to explore the catacombs, so I searched for an entrance. I was in a court-yard of sorts, saw similar hall-ways leading to other similar court-yards. Choosing one path, I headed into it...and smacked several times into something solid, like an invisible wall...it took me forever to figure out that...
and I jumped up and down and squealed with delight...
I WAS IN THE INFAMOUS HALL OF MIRRORS!
After, I sighed, and stared into one for several minutes, hoping to catch...
a glimpse of the Phantom's ghost.
Hehe...
What can I say?
I was sixteen, sexy, and since I was in the city of l'amour, I was hoping to meet my true love.
I received little, wrong, or no attention at all.
Two men turned out to be a nice gay couple...
A weird man in a trench-coat pinched my legs...
My group's guide scolded me for sneaking off to the Paris Opera House alone...
A sea of snow-haired, star-skinned guys gawked at me as if I were from Venus...
Your tale brought back some memories.
I like your drama. It flows smoothly like a nice cup of coffee and a warm fire.
Please do continue.

Erik is so cool, is he not?

Hehehehehehe! How I love this fic! If people don't read it and love it....they're insane!!!

~*~Jade

Just read the new story, cant wait for more.

Angela