"Wow."
The sound echoed; his eyes widened in surprise, feeling goosebumps in his entire being. He couldn't believe it; his phantom had just produced sound for the first time.
To test out again so he can determine if he is dreaming or not he again manipulates his phantom to say his name.
"Onver," a whisper echoed.
"Shit, shit, shit, oh. That's fucking amazing."
The phantom jumped up and then down, yelling very loudly.
"yes."
"Onver!!!"
"That's right, baby. This glorious figure can talk now. How enchanting it is."
"Wham!"
"Vroom, vroom.".
A mic appeared in Phantom's hand, holding it properly and placing it in his mouth. The entire place transformed into a stage for a performance.
Real Onver retrieved the flute, playing a melody, and the Phantom sang,
"Dub dub ~Hello there ~
~it's nice to meet~
~Ah! Can you tell me who I am~
