Ange de Musique

Title: Ange de Musique
Author: Pyrite
Rating: R (because of later chapters)
Synopsis: Michelle de Chatillion is a prima ballerina from Bordeaux who comes to

the Paris Opera House, Opera Populaire, to further her career. Michelle, however,

becomes caught up with the opera ghost's legend and even though the managers think

he is gone, he's not as gone as he would appear to be. The phantom's primary focus

this time seems turned on Michelle who has enchanted him with her dance. Will

history repeat itself? Or will the Opera Ghost get the life he deserves?
Disclaimer: Michelle de Chatillion is copyright myself. Thats it!
A/N: Well, my first AdM did pretty okay. It was my first POTO story but now I want

to rewrite it with a stronger plot, more chapters, and more romance. So I hope you

enjoy the rewrite.

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Chapter One:

Michelle stared up at the beauty of the newly renovated Opera Populaire in Paris,

France. The architecture of the building was beautifully achieved. She could not

believe that she was going to dance here. This was truly a stage that she could see

herself performing on. She watched the birds fly overhead as they made their way to

go south for the winter.

She picked up her suitcase and quickly ascended the steps into the Opera Populaire.

Once inside she looked around at the golden statues and marble floor and stairway.

Everything bowled her over. She could not believe that she would be working here.

"May I help you mademoiselle?" A woman asked as she walked across the marble to see

her.

"Yes. My name is Michelle de Chatillion. I have come from Bordeaux. A Monsieur

Firmin hired me." Michelle answered as she handed the woman a letter.

The woman read it then nodded at her, "My name is Madame Giry. I will show you to

your room." Madame Giry told her then walked up the staircase and waited for

Michelle to follow her. "While you are here you need to know that practice begins

at 10:00 in the morning. You will be paid on Sundays and you will be able to go out

in Paris after practices and performances." She paused, "One more thing Michelle.

The Opera Ghost still resides here, though the managers choose to ignore it. He

still runs the theatre Michelle and it is best not to get him angry."

"I don't understand, who is the Opera Ghost?" Michelle asked, now utterly confused.

"You do not want to find out." Madame Giry replied as she led her into a room with

a small bed, dresser, and make up table. "The bathing rooms are down the hall.

Dinner is at 5:00. I will leave you now and come back before dinner to show you

around some more."

"Thank you Madame Giry." Michelle thanked the older woman.

"You are quite welcome." Madame Giry replied then left her to her thoughts.

When Michelle was left alone she felt alone. Her father was back in Bordeaux as

well as her friends. She had no one here. Thinking back to the previous

conversation with Madame Giry, she wondered who the Opera Ghost really was. What

had he done that made everyone fear him so much? She had heard that the Opera house

had burned down. Was that the Opera Ghost's doing?

She began to unpack her clothes from her suitcase and folded them neatly to put in

the dresser. After putting up the clothes she took out a picture of her father and

put it on the makeup table. She lit a few candles on the candelabra on the makeup

table and sat down at the table and took out her journal, pen, and ink well. She

had an hour to relax then she would go and eat dinner with the other members of the

opera house. So she decided to write in the journal her father gave her. Turning to

one clean page she began to write.

'Dear Diary,

I have arrived at Paris! How beautiful the sights are. I have so much to see here

and so much to do. I met with Madame Giry, who explained to me a bit about the

opera house. The room I am in is a good size, but not as large as my old room at

the Bordeaux Opera House. It will do though. I have heard a very interesting thing.

There is a person, maybe, called the Opera Ghost. Who is this ghost? Is he real or

is he a figment of the members imaginations? I certainly hope I haven't got myself

into anything I cannot handle. Anyway, I must be going. Madame Giry will be

returning to get me.

Michelle'

She stared at her diary page then closed the book. Who was the Opera Ghost and what

did he have to do with the opera house? Was he a man or a real ghost? For a while

she thought of the Opera Ghost and what he was like until Madame Giry came to get

her.

When the door opened to reveal Madame Giry she stopped thinking about the Opera

Ghost and walked with her to the have dinner. She hoped she would be able to learn

more about the Opera Ghost.

A/N: My first AdM is on fanfiction.net/~pyrite. So if you want to compare that version (my first POTO story) to this one, it's there. Hope you enjoy!