OG watched in disgust as Colette screamed and cursed at Kiera. He had always known that the older woman was a narcissist who cared only about her own success and reputation, but he had never seen her true colors on display like this before. he didn't know her name at all but maybe find out soon. He didn't know when at all normally he knows what goes on but her arrival went unnoticed by him that was weeks ago.
He could see the fear and uncertainty in Kiera's eyes as Colette continued to berate her, and he felt a surge of anger and protectiveness toward the young singer. He knew that Colette's behavior was unacceptable and that something needed to be done.
But OG also knew that he couldn't interfere directly. He had to remain hidden and keep his true identity a secret. So he watched in silence as Colette ranted and raved, waiting for the right opportunity to make his move. As Kiera walked away, OG couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for her courage and determination.
. He knew that she had a bright future ahead of her and was determined to do everything in his power to help her succeed. But as he sat in Box 5, hidden from view, OG couldn't help but feel a sense of loneliness and isolation. He was a solitary figure, bound by his duties to the opera house and unable to live a normal life. But he knew that his sacrifice was necessary to protect the art that he loved so dearly.
However, his mood soured when he learned that Christian, a young woman and his protege whom he had taught since she was a child, had not been given a prominent role. He felt that she had been overlooked and unfairly treated by the new managers. although she did get a small role in La Traista in the ballet part in act 3 of the auditions.
Despite his anger, OG knew that he had to be reasonable. He couldn't risk drawing attention to himself or causing a scene that could jeopardize Kiera's prodrome of her audition.
As the days passed, OG continued to observe the rehearsals and preparations for the upcoming performance. He was impressed by Kiera's dedication and hard work, and he could see the progress she was making under the guidance of her vocal coach.
he oerheard of colette doings of what she did to kiera's dress which took weeks to make.
But he also knew that the road ahead would not be easy. The opera house was rife with politics and intrigue, and there were those who would stop at nothing to ensure their own success and glory, even if it meant sabotaging others.
OG's heart sank as he heard about Colette's despicable act toward Kiera's costume. He knew the amount of effort and time that went into creating a costume for a lead role, and he couldn't imagine the devastation Kiera must be feeling.
he was behind the hidden mirror in Keira's new prima donna room and saw what they did to her dress. they trashed it by cutting and ripping the dress that isabella had made for Kiera for her night performance which was tomorrow night.
As the night of the performance approached, OG couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. He knew that Colette's actions could have a significant impact on the outcome of the performance, and he was determined to keep a close eye on her.
And as Kiera stepped onto the stage, dressed in a new green gown, OG watched with bated breath. He could feel the emotion and passion in her voice as she sang, and he knew that she was destined for greatness.
But as the performance came to an end and the audience erupted into applause, OG's attention was once again drawn to Colette. He could see her fuming with anger and frustration, and he knew that she was up to no good.
As the night went on, OG kept a close eye on Colette, observing her every move. He knew that she was dangerous and unpredictable, and he was determined to protect Kiera and the opera house from her schemes.
OG made his way back to his lair under the opera house, feeling a mix of emotions. He couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to protect this unknow singer , but he didn't understand why. He had always been a solitary figure, content to stay hidden and observe from afar. But something about her talent and determination had touched him in a way that he couldn't explain.
As he entered his lair, OG's eyes fell on the handmade mini doll stage that he had created long ago. He couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia as he looked at the tiny figurines, remembering the days when he had been more involved in the world of the opera.
Lost in thought, OG began to sing softly to himself, the notes echoing off the stone walls of his lair. He sang of his love for the opera and the beauty of the human voice, but also of his loneliness and isolation. He knew that he was different from other men, but he couldn't change who he was.
"I am the phantom of the opera house A shadow that lurks in the depths below I live for the music, the art that I love But I am condemned to live a life alone
My heart aches for the ones who succeed The ones who can bask in the spotlight's glow But I must remain hidden, in the shadows I dwell For my face and my voice must remain unknown
But now there is one who has caught my eye A young lady with a voice so pure and true I feel a need to protect her, to watch over her And I wonder, could it be that I have found someone too?
But no, it cannot be, I am the phantom after all Forever doomed to live in darkness and fear But still I cannot help but feel a connection To this young lady, who brings me hope and cheer."
He had always felt a sense of duty towards his protege, Christian, and now towards this unknown lady singer as well. But he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more there, something he couldn't quite understand.
As he looked at the handmade mini doll stage again he began to sing another part of the song.
"Oh my angel of music, why do I feel this way? Is it a duty, is it love, or something in between? You have captured my heart, and I can't turn away But can I ever truly be with you, my angel of music?"
"I am the phantom of the opera house A shadow that lurks in the depths below I live for the music, the art that I love But I am condemned to live a life alone
My heart aches for the ones who succeed The ones who can bask in the spotlight's glow But I must remain hidden, in the shadows I dwell For my face and my voice must remain unknown
But now there is one who has caught my eye A young girl who shows great promise in her art I feel a need to protect her, to watch over her And I wonder, could it be that I have found someone to impart my knowledge and teachings?
But no, it cannot be, I am the phantom after all Forever doomed to live in darkness and fear But still I cannot help but feel a connection To this young girl, who brings me hope and cheer
but who is she? that sings like the siren that can draw ships to sink at the rocks."
As he finished his song, OG's eyes fell on the mini doll of Christian, dressed in a beautiful gown. He felt a surge of protectiveness towards her and knew that he had to do everything in his power to ensure her success and safety. But how he would do that, he still didn't know. but his thought and hands were elsewhere as a mini doll of the unknown singer dressed in her beautiful green gown.
In the morning, OG made his way to Madame Giry's office, determined to get to the bottom of what he had witnessed during last night's performance. As he entered the room, he saw the older woman pouring over some papers, her brow furrowed in concentration.
"Madame Giry," he began, his voice low and urgent. "I need to speak with you in private."
Madame Giry looked up, surprise written all over her face. "Of course, Monsieur Phantom," she said, rising from her seat. "What is it that you need to discuss?"
OG took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "I need to know the name of the young lady who performed as the lead in last night's performance," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Madame Giry hesitated for a moment before responding. "Her name is Kiera," she said, her voice soft and measured.
OG felt a jolt of recognition at the name. He had heard whispers of the young singer before but had never paid much attention to them. Now, hearing her name and having seen her perform, he couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity and intrigue.
"Thank you, Madame," he said, nodding his head in gratitude before turning to leave the room through a hidden doorway near a wall as he goes through it which closes behind him not to be noticed by anyone else.
OG left Madame Giry's office with a newfound sense of determination. He knew that he had to find a way to meet Kiera, but he didn't know how. He couldn't simply walk up to her and introduce himself, as that would reveal his true identity and risk everything he had worked for.
As he made his way back to his lair under the opera house, OG's thoughts were consumed by the young singer named Kiera. He couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something special about her, something that set her apart from the other performers at the opera house.
He remembered the way she had looked on stage, her voice ringing out clear and true, and he knew that she was destined for greatness. And as he sat in his lair, lost in thought, he couldn't help but feel a sense of connection to her, despite the fact that they had never met.
But as much as he was drawn to Kiera, OG knew that he had other obligations as well. He couldn't neglect his duty to Christian, his protege whom he had been teaching for years. And as he thought about the young ballerina, he couldn't help but feel a sense of protectiveness toward her as well.
Lost in his thoughts, OG began to sing softly to himself, the notes echoing off the stone walls in the hidden passageway towards as he goes to his hidden lair eight layers below to the lair or celler it might been called to some under the opera house.
"I am the phantom of the opera house A shadow that lurks in the depths below I live for the music, the art that I love But I am condemned to live a life alone
My heart aches for the ones who succeed The ones who can bask in the spotlight's glow But I must remain hidden, in the shadows I dwell For my face and my voice must remain unknown
But now there are two who have caught my eye A young lady with a voice so pure like a siren from the sea and true And a ballerina, who dances with such grace, and beauty and also sings like angel from heaven I must protect them both, for they are special and true
But I cannot ignore my duty to Christian As her mentor and guide, I must see her through And so I must find a way to balance it all And protect the ones that I hold dear and true."
As he finished his song, OG's thoughts turned once again to Kiera. He knew that he had to find a way to help her succeed and to protect her from those who would seek to harm her. But how he would do that, he still didn't know. He had made a wrong turn which he didn't do often.
As he made his way through the hidden corridors of the opera house unknown to the people that walk in the halls of the opera house itself, OG's mind raced with possibilities. He knew that Kiera had to have rehearsals and practice sessions, but he didn't know where or when. He needed to find a way to keep an eye on her without drawing attention to himself.
Suddenly, an idea struck him. He remembered the hidden passages and secret doors that littered the opera house, and he knew that there had to be a way to observe Kiera without being seen. With renewed energy, OG set off to explore the hidden depths of the opera house, searching for the perfect vantage point to observe Kiera's rehearsals.
As he crept through the darkened corridors, OG couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. He knew that he was taking a risk by venturing out into the open, but he also knew that he had to do everything in his power to help Kiera succeed.
Finally, after what seemed like hours of searching, OG found what he was looking for. A hidden wall with a tiny peephole that provided a perfect view of the rehearsal room. From his vantage point, he could see Kiera practicing her vocal exercises, her voice ringing out clear and pure.
OG watched in awe, feeling a connection to Kiera that he couldn't explain. He knew that he had to find a way to meet her, to help her in any way he could. But how he would do that, he still didn't know.