[The Phantom of the Opera] The Beast and the Canary

"Meg, wake up—"

Why do I hear Christine's voice?

"Meg, Meg, Mrs. Geary is coming!"

Mrs. Geary seems to be a name that only appeared in the previous life.I opened my eyes in a little confusion, and I saw Christine's fair and beautiful face.She was wearing a ballet costume, her golden-brown hair was coiled up high.Is this a dream?Why did she look like a girl?

While thinking, the sound of heavy footsteps gradually approached, and then I met Mrs. Geary's cold eyes: "Meg, I heard that your dream is to be the lead dancer of the ballet, but I dare say that with your current efforts To this extent, you will never be able to stand at the forefront of the stage in your life."

It was a sharp and sharp remark, Mrs. Geary's usual style.Logically speaking, I should be angry and sad, but my heart is filled with too many doubts, is everything now a dream, or...

Seeing me standing still, Mrs. Geary slammed her cane heavily: "Hurry up and go to dance practice!"

"boom!"

The sound was so real and loud, I jumped and took a step back involuntarily.

After Mrs. Geary finished speaking, she didn't look at me again. She turned to Christine condescendingly and said coldly, "Come with me."

Christine looked at me worriedly, nodded obediently, and walked towards Mrs. Geary.

I subconsciously grabbed her hand.

Christine patted the back of my hand: "It's okay, I'll be right back."

Mrs. Geary said: "What are you talking about, don't keep 'him' waiting."

he?

I caught the word keenly.

Christine also noticed that for a moment, her expression became very complicated, and emotions such as fear, reverence, and admiration flashed and disappeared on her face.She took one last look at me and followed Mrs. Geary with her skirts lifted.

I lingered in place for a while, finally gritted my teeth, and followed.

They didn't go very far.In front of a narrow and dark room door, Mrs. Geary took out a black silk satin and wrapped it around Christine's eyes: "Go, 'he' is waiting for you inside."

Christine asked in a low voice, "When will I see the true face of the angel?"

Mrs. Geary pushed Christine's back with the tip of her cane, and said without expression: "Wait until the day you are capable enough to sing on stage."

Christine's expression was full of longing. She slowly and expectantly pushed open the wooden door in front of her, and walked in step by step.

The darkness is like a spray of thick ink, submerging her slender figure.In the deepest part of the gloomy atmosphere, a hand wearing a black glove stretched out, and spread out its palm in front of her like an invitation to dance.

At this moment Mrs. Geary closed the door and drew the brass key from the lock.I covered my mouth and nose with one hand, tried my best to control the chaotic breathing, and hid behind the pillars of the theater, listening to Mrs. Geary's footsteps gradually fading away.

That hand should be the phantom, there is nothing wrong with it...

Why do I have such a dream, or is it... not a dream at all?

My heartbeat became heavier and heavier, and for a moment, I lost my ability to think as if I had been knocked stupid.After a long time, I came back to my senses as if I had just woken up from a dream. I was cruel and bit down on the back of my hand.

The pain quickly split the nerves, the smell of blood filled my mouth, and my eye sockets turned red uncontrollably.

Not a dream.None of this is a dream.

It is true……

I went back in time!

About two hours later, the door was opened, and Christine walked out from inside.She stood with her back to the door, her cheeks flushed pink with excitement, and the black satin wrapped around her eyes was gently pulled away by the black gloved hand.

Even so, she didn't dare to open her eyes: "Music angel, when can I see you again?"

The low and pleasant voice of the young man rang in her and my ears: "Soon."

"How am I singing today?"

The hand stayed on her side face for a moment, as if wanting to caress her: "Not bad."

"Angel, you are really too strict, don't you have any other comments?"

"Little girl with a smooth tongue." The hand was finally put down, "Go back quickly, don't let Mrs. Geary worry."

"Then how many seconds will it take me to open my eyes this time?"

no answer.Ten seconds later, Christine opened her eyes, and there was no one in front of her eyes.She pouted, with an annoyed expression on her face.

I am also very annoyed: I am careless!Forget that Phantom is not only a music lover, but also a master magician!

Thinking of this, I was about to go back to the ballet room in frustration when I was suddenly pulled into a dark corner by a big hand.

I can't see the man's face, I can only feel the cloth on his body - tweed, smooth and flexible, he must have a gold or platinum watch chain on his chest, because I bumped my nose on it Come on, it hurts!

He didn't cover my mouth, but I didn't dare to speak, and I half-folded on his body, carefully controlling my breathing.

After a few minutes, Christine left.He dragged me to a wall lamp, pinched my chin with one hand and lifted it up.The moment I met his skull-like icy eyes, my heartbeat seemed to be paused.

Phantom...

He didn't notice my ups and downs—maybe he did, but he didn't care. "If I remember correctly, you're Christine's friend."

"Yes……"

"Since we are friends, why follow her?" He said in an interrogative tone.

"I know she will come to learn singing from you every night..."

"So?" He looked at me coldly.

I took a deep breath: "I want to learn too!"

He looked at me and seemed a little puzzled: "Say it again."

He was too close to me, and the light scent of his perfume penetrated into my nose.Although I don't know much about him, I also know that he is a person who pays great attention to his appearance-his hair is always combed back meticulously with pomade, and his clothes are always clean, neat and straight.He has more aristocratic demeanor and demeanor than some glamorous nobles.

I closed my eyes and had difficulty breathing. After a long pause, I said, "I want to learn too."

"The truth?"

"Truth!"

He folded his arms on his chest, and a cold and evil smile suddenly flashed in his eyes: "Then do you mind if your teacher is a devil?"

"what?"

He raised his jaw: "Do you really think I'm the music angel that Christine said?"

Before he finished speaking, he faced me and took off the mask on his face without hesitation.

I stared at his face with wide eyes, dreaming of something from the past.

After that turmoil, at an afternoon tea party, Christine told me that she had uncovered the phantom's mask out of curiosity in the underground labyrinth.

"It's like opening Pandora's box!" At that time, Christine said with palpitations, "He has completely changed! He has become a dark, violent, and terrifying devil. He overturned me On the ground, squeezed my shoulders and insulted me in a mean tone, 'Curious bitch, this is the truth you want to see-a musical angel who looks like a monster'."

I don't know how to describe this face.Both Christine and he were right in describing it, this is indeed a face that only monsters have.However, strangely, I didn't feel afraid at all. Looking at his festered and skinny cheeks, I even had the urge to tiptoe and kiss him.I want to stick to his ear and tell him, "You are not ugly".

At the same time, I feel uncontrollably sad.Christine didn't know his true face because he cared about her and was afraid that she would run away because of his ugly appearance.But now, he showed me his face so easily, but he wanted to scare me away.

Seeing me standing still for a long time, the corners of his mouth raised slightly in a cold arc, raised his hand to cover his face with the mask, turned around and wanted to leave.

Seriously, it would be great if he didn't smile. If he didn't smile, I would definitely not be able to do such an impulsive thing-I pulled his wrist back, pressed his shoulders with both hands, and pushed him on the ground. On the wall of the theater, then held his cheek and kissed him lightly.