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Phantom of the Concert Hall	By : sparklingdmnd Category: M through R > Phantom of the Opera Views: 1133 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any aspect of Phantom of the Opera - All credit goes to Gastone Leroux and Andrew Lloyd Webber. I do not receive any sort of monetary benefit from this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Phantom of the Concert Hall
- 2-Meetings
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A/N: I wanted to clarify that my Erik is based off of Gerard Butler's visage, but with a lot of the musical Erik's temper. :)
"You look as nervous as a cat, you do." Meg chided as she and a jumpy Christine sat in the back of a sleek black automobile. Christine had been surprised to see that someone was waiting at the terminal gate for them to arrive. She half expected to be stuck wandering around Paris trying to find someone to help her that actually spoke English. She was relieved to discover otherwise.
"I can't help it. This is all so unreal to me." Christine replied as she glanced out the window. Paris was a beautiful as she had hoped and she could not wait to travel around the city. She had secretly hoped that she would have been able to do so that very day, but she was shocked an unnerved to find that she and Meg were to be immediately whisked to the performance center where this so called "Phantom" was performing a show that evening.
Meg giggled and placed a hand on the nervous female's jittery knee. "Would you like for me to go with you when you meet him? I swear he won't bite you, but I will go with you just the same." She offered. Christine looked at her with a relieved smile.
"I would like that." She admitted. Meg nodded and sat back in her seat.
"We'll be there in just a few more minutes."

In the rear of the concert venue, Bercy Palias Omnisports, a door opened into a blackened dressing room. Light spilled softly into the small space and a calm Antoinette Giry stepped inside. She shut the door inaudibly behind her, and looked around. She squinted her green eyes to focus through the blackness of the room. She held a shirt made of a filmy material in her right hand and her other was propped up on her hip.
"Erik are you decent, dear?" She asked, studying the pitch dark room for any sign of his presence. She heard soft laughter seep from the corner of the room.
"Would you have truly cared if I had not been?" a dark voice asked, amused. A floor lamp clicked on and the room became illuminated in a soft glow. Erik lounged in his chair, leaning back against the cushions. His thick black hair fell lifelessly across his brow, not yet styled and giving him a very rugged look. The rugged appearance did not go well with his tight black jeans and bare chest. He looked up at Antoinette with a smirk, propping his chin upon his knuckles. She frowned and tossed the shirt she had been holding on to his lap.
"You need to be getting ready Erik. It would not do for you to go on like that." She said, running her hand along his messy hairline. Erik stood in one smooth, fluid movement and pulled the slinky article over his head. The sleeveless tank showed off well toned arms and shoulders. Erik looked at his appearance in the mirror, and nodded approvingly. He moved to his dressing table and sat down, massaging his temples. Antoinette sat down in the chair he had vacated and cleared her throat. Erik turned his head toward her.
"I need to speak with you about something." She said after a time. Erik turned in his chair and crossed his arms across his chest. "I am listening." He said softly. "It is about the American intern I told you about Erik. She is..." Antoinette began. Erik waved his hand to silence her. "I am aware of every aspect of this new little addition that you have hired against my wishes. She is a dainty little American dancer, is she not? Does that honestly sound anything like the appropriate description of someone who should be following along on this tour?" He asked, his voice masking his displeasure.
Antoinette sighed. "Erik, forgive my lack of communication and my impulsiveness but I believed that her presence would be beneficial for this tour. She is not exactly what you may have had in mind, but you must trust me. Her credentials are impeccable." She said.
Erik's eyes narrowed but he did not let his temper get the best of him. "Very well. I will expect you to keep an eye on this girl. I will not have her roaming around aimlessly and getting into things that she need not be in." He said roughly, knowing that it was pointless to fight with her.
Antoinette smiled, pleased with herself. "Thank you for understanding." She stood up to leave. "Now finish putting yourself together. You will be meeting the girl before the performance." She said, walking toward the door. Erik nodded and turned back around in his chair as she shut the door.

Christine looked out of the window of the car as it pulled to a stop in the rear of a large building that she assumed was the venue that her employer was performing at. Meg gathered her belongings and Christine followed suit. "Do not worry about our luggage. It will be taken to the hotel that we will be staying in tonight." Meg assured. Christine nodded and remained silent. The door opened and Meg slid from her seat, her heels clicking on the pavement as she stood. Christine was out of the car right behind her and she looked up at the venue. It rose hundreds of feet into the air, creating a menacing shadow over everything around it.
"Stop gawking. You do not want the concert to be late on our behalf do you?" Meg teased, ushering Christine away from the car and up to the doorway. Meg tapped on the door and a waited a few moments. A small opening appeared in the door so that a security guard could talk. He barked something in French and Meg answered him. Within seconds, the door opened and the bulky man stood aside for the pair to enter. Christine was not at all comfortable in her surroundings and clung to her new friend's side. Meg shook her head.
"He's not a vampire Christine, relax." She said, leading her down a darkened hallway. Christine frowned. "Oh I don't care what he is. I am out of my element is all." She said quickly.
In truth, Christine was quite nervous about meeting this "Phantom. If no one knew anything about him, not even his real name, then how was she supposed to know how to talk to him? Meg raised an eyebrow to her as they stopped in front of another door.
"I would certainly care." She declared. Another burly bodyguard stood in front of the door, and stepped aside as Meg approached. "Evening." He said. Meg nodded in acknowledgement and yanked Christine through the doorway. Meg stopped again in front of the second door. She turned to Christine and surveyed her appearance. She was quite laid back looking, jeans and a t-shirt, appropriate for the evening, and her hair up and away from her face. Meg tapped her chin, and then moved her hand to Christine's ponytail.
"May I?" She asked. Christine looked puzzled, but nodded. Meg pulled the elastic from her hair and the dark waves tumbled down around her back and shoulders. "Much better." Meg said, pleased. Christine smiled. 'If you say so.' She thought, finger combing the mess. Meg looked smug as she turned back to the door and knocked. There was movement inside and a short, but defiant looking woman answered the door. Her stern expression melted and she gathered Meg in a tight hug. Christine assumed the woman to be her mother.
"Oh how I've missed you this week! How is your father?" The woman asked, patting Meg's back. Meg leaned back in the embrace. "Papa is well. He's as stubborn and strict as ever." She joked. Christine made a mental note to herself for later. She had been wondering what Meg had been doing in New York.
Meg pulled away and turned toward Christine. "Maman, this is Christine Davenport. We actually met on the plane on the way from New York. Who would have thought that we would have been on the same flight!" She laughed. Christine smiled and held out her hand to the older woman. She smiled and took it, giving it a firm shake.
"Ah, Miss Davenport. It is so nice to meet our lovely new intern. My name is Antoinette Giry." She said, her French accent causing Christine to smile. She loved foreign dialects!
"It's a pleasure to meet you as well Madame Giry." She said with a nod of her head. The woman smiled at her manners. "Very good my dear but there is no need to use formalities on me. Antoinette shall do just fine." She said tapping the girl's shoulder lightly. She then opened the door wider and ushered Meg inside. Antoinette entered and held out her hand to Christine, who took up the rear. Christine saw a young man leaning against the wall, hands inside his pockets, apparently deep in thought. She studied him for a moment and realized that he was the same man from the picture that Bradley had provided for her. He was very handsome, just as she thought he would be. She gulped and waited to be introduced.
"I would like you to meet your new intern." Antoinette began, not addressing him like Christine thought she would. She pulled Christine out from behind Meg and guided her towards the man. "This is Christine Davenport."
Christine gulped as Antoinette's hand firmly guided her close to him. 'What if he thinks I'm ridiculous?' Christine's mind raced.
"Christine, this is our Phantom." Antoinette said.
Christine was startled to be thrust into the center of the room; She had not been prepared for this. The Phantom looked up at her, his amber eyes glowing inside of his half mask. At first he appeared to be annoyed, then when he looked down at Christine, his glare faded into that of a strange softness. Christine felt at a loss for words, the man's presence being enough to silence her. She smiled up at him and bowed her head in acknowledgement.
The Phantom smirked and strode to where she stood, his graceful movements drawing Christine to stare. He clasped her hand, and bent his head to her knuckles, pressing his lips to them. He straightened and stared down at her. "It is a pleasure to meet you Mademoiselle. Welcome to France."
Christine stared at the man before her with his lips curled against her fingers. He was so dark, but so intriguing. She snapped out of her silence when she realized that she was staring at him in a dazed stupor.
"Thank you Monsieur. It is a pleasure to meet you." She said softly, withdrawing her hand from his fingertips. The Phantom smiled up at her and straightened to full height once more. He swept around her and toward the door. Meg and Antoinette moved to the side to let the musician exit. He turned in the doorway to look back at Christine.
"You may watch the performance from backstage if you would like. I shall have seating arranged for you." He said softly, and vanished down the dark hallway. Christine blinked and stared after him, his aftershave lingering behind him. She looked toward Antoinette and she shrugged.
"You don't have to ask. I will agree with you automatically. That is positively the oddest man I have ever laid eyes on my dear. I must confess he usually does not take well to complete strangers. He seemed...well...comfortable with your presence." Antoinette stated. Christine did not know whether or not to feel flattered or frightened. He seemed as though he could stare straight into her soul, and some one having that sort of power over her made her feel quite small. She looked down at her toes, embarrassed to have been reduced to a silent mess.
"Come now Christine, would you like to watch the show?" Meg inquired, trying to lighten her friend's demeanor. Christine looked up and forced a smile. "I would enjoy it if you watched with me." She said. Meg nodded and took her arm, leading the girl down the hallway. Antoinette took up the rear and massaged her temples as she walked. 'Erik is never that corgial to complete strangers. He's known Meg for years and he's not even that nice to her.' She pondered. She shrugged it off, thinking that she was over analyzing the situation.
Meg led them to the rear of the stage. Sure enough there were seats around the right wing of the stage, so that when the curtain opened they could see the Phantom, but the crowd could not see them. Christine found a seat and breathed in deeply. She was still quite nervous after her encounter with the Phantom, but she knew that she must get over that feeling of insecurity or she would never be of any use to him or his employees. She looked down beside her and found a small table with bottled water and tea sandwiches on a platter. She sighed and grabbed a bottle, letting the cool liquid rush down her throat, calming her nerves.
Meg patted her shoulder. "You did very well with him. Most people get so nervous that they can't even function." She said. Christine smirked. "Or speak." She said, poking fun at herself. Meg laughed and so did her mother. "At least he spoke to you Christine. That says a lot." Antoinette said stifling her laughter as the Phantom walked to the edge of the curtain. His dark outfit went well with the mysterious feel about him. His hands were now clad in black leather gloves, the fingers cut out of them. His hands looked strong as they held onto his microphone, and adjusted his ear piece. His ear piece enabled him to control the amount of feedback he received through a small transmitter fastened to the back of his jeans. He was wired through the sound crew and ready to perform. In a way, Christine was anxious to hear this music of his. She had grown up on nothing but operas and musicals. This rock and roll was new to her. The Phantom noticed her staring and looked into her eyes. She blushed and looked away, her water bottle becoming quite interesting all of the sudden. He smirked and looked out on to the stage. The screaming had begun. Christine heard a booming voice over the loud speakers through the concert hall, announcing the Phantom. He took a deep breath and calmly walked out onto the stage. His fans burst into a fit of screaming as he walked across the stage, the beginning chords of his first song flowing from the guitarist at his back. Christine settled into her chair to watch him perform. The Phantom was at ease on the stage. The guitar blared behind him as he opened his mouth to sing, the spotlights settling onto the musician.
I would swallow my pride, I would choke on the rinds

But the lack there of would leave me empty inside

Swallow my doubt, turn it inside out

Find nothing but faith in nothing

Wanna put my tender heart in a blender

Watch it spin around to a beautiful oblivion

Rendevouz then I'm through with you
Christine stared at him as is haunting voice filled the auditorium. She was not used to this sort of music, but it intrigued her. His words enlightened her, his voice awakened her. The crowd screamed madly, singing along with their star. Their hands thrust into the air, some grabbing at fistfulls of air trying to get a hold of the Phantom, but he was simply out of their reach.
I burn, burn like a wicker cabinet

Chalk white and oh so frail

I see our time has gotten stale

The tick tock of the clock is painful

All sane and logical, I wanna tear it off the wall

I hear words in clips and phrases.

I think sick like ginger ale

My stomach turns and I exhale.
Christine sat up rigid in her chair. His voice was so pained, but so achingly beautiful even as he belted those notes over the loud roar of the fans and his band. Erik opened his eyes and stared out at his audience, voice strengthening as he grew more confident. He was so devastating, so moving that she hardly noticed that there was anyone else in the entire arena. He performed with such grace yet such…energy that she got lost in his voice and the lyrics of his song.
I alone am the one you don't know you need

Take heed, feed your ego

Make me blind with my eyes closed

Sink when you get close

Tie me to the bed post
Christine shut her eyes, as he sang the rest of his song with the passion of someone wise beyond their years in the pain of love. Meg glanced over at Christine and smiled, knowing that his song was capturing her too. The Phantom smiled wickedly, knowing that the screams that erupted around him were meant to state their approval of his efforts. He looked at the drummer and nodded, the drummer obeying and starting the next song.

...the song above is entitled "Inside Out" by Eve 6.
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