In the midst of all the excitement everyone had run off the stage to watch Madame Charie storm out of the building. Willow Rosenberg and Buffy Summers were on the stage pretending to be the leads in one of the Opera houses productions.
Buffy had just stolen Willow's love and she was singing about it.
Think of me, think of me fondly
We never said our love was evergreen
They didn't notice that everyone had come back and was listening. They all started to clap. Willow screeched and started blushing profusely.
"My dear girl. You are an angel and have the voice of an angel." Travers said admiring her. "You must sing for the show. You must."
"Me?" Willow said still embarressed. "I don't think that would be.."
"Of course she'll sing. The show must go on right Will?" Buffy insisted. Willow just nodded and smiled.
"Wonderful. Now let's get started. I don't want any mishaps.." But Giles didn't have a chance to finish as a little white envelope fell silently from the rafters and landed at the owners feet.
It had an emblem of a rose on the back.
Every seat in the house was full as Willow stepped on to the stage. Looking from side to side at all the faces staring, waiting for the begining. For a second she doubted her self, but then the words just came out. It was as if they had never heard such a wonderful sound.
As Willow finished the audence rose from their seat and appluded, with all their might, the red head smile and nodded at the crowd that was so pleased with her.
Up in one of the top balconies was a young dark haired women who was shocked at what she was seeing on the stage. She stood from her seat, Can It really be Willow "Bravo!" What a change, alittle shy girl , she may not remember me but i remember her.
She walked through a crowd of crew member partieing wildly and toward Giles and Tavers who was standing in front of a large door. "Ah, good evening, Ms. De Chaning." Giles said as she as she approched.
"Shall we introduce you to tonight's star?" Travers said. He was holding a bouquet of flowers. The dark haired women took the bouquet out of his hands.
"Gentelmen, this would be a meeting I'd like to make on my own" She said continuing toward the door and pushed it open entering the dressing room. "Red Willow so shy in the shadows."
At the sound of the womans voice Willow spun around in her seat "Kennedy? Oh my goddess, how long has it been." She got up and gave the woman a bear hug.
"Too long, Red, too long. Come we must go to dinner."
"Kennedy, I have to get to bed early."
"We can't keep you up to late. Get dressed, I'll meet you outside in 15 minutes." She left the room, and went to retreive a carrige. Once out of site the Phantom locked the door of the dressing room. Willow didn't know what to do, she really wanted to spend time with Kennedy, but she had to report to bed early.
Insolent girl !
An angry angelic voice filled the room. The red head immediatly knew who it was. Spell bound she answered back.
Angel! I hear you!
Willow walked toward the mirror to find a shadowy figure with half their face covered by a white mask. It was wearing all balck clothing with a black cloak.
Outside Kennedy was getting worried about Willow, when she heard the binding voice.
I am your Angel of Music...
"Who's in there, Willow!!" She tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. "WILLOW!!!"
I am your Angel of Music
Willow continued walking toward the mirror. As she got closer,she could tell that the figure was a women, with sharp features and golden blonde hair tied up into a tight pony tail. The mirror opened and the women held out a gloved hand to Willow.
She took it and the blonde gave her a red rose with a black ribbon tied around it's stem "I am pleased with you." Her voice was soft, but tortured. she led Willow to the maze of under ground tunnels. Willow still spell bound followed.
In sleep she sang to me
Sing once again with me
Those who have seen your face
It's me they hear.
Your\my spirt and your\my voice in one combined
Sing my angel
They walked through the great tunnels, coming across an open area. Decorated with many candles and clothes. An organ in the center, that looked hundreds upon hundreds of years old.
The phantom let go of Willow's hand and took off her cloak. "Do you know why I've brought you here." Her voice was heavy with mystery.
"No, I don't even know what this place is."
"This is where the Music of the Night plays constantly. Sence the moment I first heard you sing, I need you with beside me to sing, my music." Willow tilted her head in curiosity and tenced a bit. The phantom could sence the tensness and dropped off the ledge and walked toward the red head. Willow stayed stone still. "Shhh. It's okay. Just relax"
She wrapped her arms slowly around Willow's skinny wiast and pulled her in tighter. Willow leaned her head back on the phantom's shoulder. "Let go of the world you used to know, forget of all worries and surrender to the music of the night." She whisper'd into the redhead's ear. Willow turned in the Blonde's grasp to face her and pushed her lips on to the Phantom's. She breathed in sharply as she felt the tounge of the phantom slip over her top lip. She granted entrence and their tounge clashed and explored. Reaching back as far as they could. Willow slowly brought her hand up to the phantom 's face and ripped off the mask.
Almost as quickly and it was taken off, The Phantom through her hand to her face and knocked over the red head over. "Fool, You Stupid Child!!" Still covering her face she ran over and pulled a clothes off of one on the mirrors. She removed her hand and looked into the mirror. "Is This Really What You Want To See!?!?!" Willow strained to look, but couldn't see. The phantom put her hand back on her face and walked toward Willow, who handed her the mask. She turned to put it on. "Come, those two fools that run my theatre will be missing you."