Can We Take a Look At Something? 

So, a few days ago, I watched Love Never Dies. And I had no idea why everyone hates it so much! The music is enchanting, Gustave is a cinnamon roll, and the plot was surprisingly good. It exceeded my expectations, which were pretty high because one of my closest friends is constantly raving about it. 

I watched the Australian performance, and I thought the acting and singing was very good, other than Anna O’Byrne’s facial expressions being a little awkward. Ben Lewis was amazing, as was Simon Gleeson. 

So why does everyone hate it? 



My best friend and I LOVE Hamilton and we were playing Scrabble. Then we gave up and made this:

Hamilton Scrabble. We wanted to fit more words (or I did, my brain was screaming to add Lafayette), but since we did it like real scrabble, we ran out of room without making nonexistant words. 

Oh Whale

I am watching Phantom for the second time in two nights. Why? Because I can. And it’s a good movie. I’m currently at Stranger Than You Dreamt It. 

Essentially it ended up as:

Me: Leese, should you really watch Phantom again? You just watched it last night!

Me to Me: You are a phangirl and the Phantom has stolen your heart and soul. Turn it on.

Me: Okay then! 

And here we are now. 

A Christmas in the Opera House- Christmas Fic

Christmases spent in the Opera House were less than ideal, though made better by the presence of one Miss Christine Daae, Erik decided. Of course, the cheerful young woman was off gift shopping for the aforementioned Christmas holiday. Erik, on the other hand, hadn’t a clue what to get the beautiful Christine. In his opinion, nothing was good enough for her.

This little monologue was interrupted by Christine herself returning the cellars of the Opera Populaire laden with shopping bags. “Christine, love, can’t I help you with those?” Erik asked, scurrying over to her.

She threw her coat over the bags, blushing a bright crimson. “Erik, no! Some of these gifts are for you!” she yelped. “Speaking of gifts,” she began slyly, “What all have you gotten me?”

Erik froze. He wasn’t expecting this. “What do you want, mon cher?” he asked, trying not to reveal that he had nothing yet. To make things worse, the next day was the twentieth. Erik had six days to find perfect gifts for the love of his life.

“Hmm…,” Christine thought for a bit. “I’m not sure. Something I’d like. Now, I’m off to wrap gifts in the studio. Don’t think of coming in there!” She giggled and walked off, dark curls swaying enchantingly.

Erik watched her go and waited until he heard her angelic voice float from the little studio before he resumed thinking, his love’s voice providing a soundtrack to his mind. “Oh, what could I possibly get her?” he moaned. “There’s simply nothing worthy of Christine Daae!”

He heard the soft singing still echoing from the studio, gentle notes of “Think of me, think of me fondly, when we’ve said goodbye!” This made him consider upgrading the studio for her, but who would do business with Erik, the Phantom of the Opera? No one.

Nothing worked. He brainstormed for hours until Christine came back out of the studio, a bit of ribbon in her hair. “Did you get everything wrapped?” Erik asked, putting his arm around Christine. She nestled into him and nodded.

Then her eyes lit up and she tilted her head to look up at him. “Oh, I almost forgot!”

“Oh dear. What now, angel?”

“I invited a young couple to stay with us!”

Erik sighed. “Christine, why would you do such a thing? You know I-”

“I know, I know. You don’t like socializing. But they’re lost, Erik, and it’s Christmas! Please,” she begged, giving her lover the puppy-dog eyes.

“Oh, I guess,” Erik said grudgingly.

“Yay! They’re from a country called Middle-earth and their names are Eowyn and Faramir. I’ll go to them tomorrow,” Christine giggled. “I love you so much.”

“Well, Mademoiselle Daae, if you love me, then tell me what you want for Christmas,” Erik said, raising an eyebrow.

Christine’s eyes widened. “Nothing, Erik. I have enough already.”

“It’s Christmas, Christine. I must get you something.”

“I don’t want anything.” With that, Christine walked off. “I’m going to bed,” she announced.

Erik tried to chase after her, but knew not to mess with her when she was exasperated. He just flopped down at the organ and began work on a new piece. Perhaps this could be Christine’s gift. But it wasn’t good enough. Nothing was.

Morning came all too soon, and Erik found himself dreading the visits from Christine’s guests.

“Hey, Erik?” Christine said as she cooked eggs, toast, and pancakes.

“Yes, dear?”

“I had another idea.” She turned to look at him, eyes glittering.

“Oh dear.”

“While I go pick up Eowyn and Faramir, you can go gift shopping!” She clapped her hands cheerfully, knowing that her idea was genius.

Erik rolled his eyes. “I guess,” he groaned. “But I’ll need more time than what you’ll spend picking them up.”

Christine giggled. “Then I’ll take them for coffee or something! Now go get ready, lazybones!” She bounded off, abandoning breakfast in the process. “We’ll get food later!”

Erik sighed and walked off to get ready to go. He knew not to argue with Christine when her heart was set on something. He slipped on his white half-mask, something he hardly wore around the house anymore.

“Christine, I’m ready to go!” he called, walking into the bathroom where the young woman was brushing her dark curls, wearing a bathrobe.

She turned to look at him. “Well, I’m not, so go find something else to do,” she told him, standing up and kissing him. “Now go. I’ll be out soon.”

Erik sighed. “Can’t I stay here? I love watching you work at things, angel.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I guess. But no telling me off for wearing makeup. I don’t need that right now.” She pursed her lips and looked up at him.

He held his hands up. “Okay, okay, I won’t! I promise.” He kissed her forehead. “Love you.”

“Mmhmm. Sure you do,” she teased. With that, she sat back down and resumed brushing her hair.

True to his word, Erik stayed quiet as the gorgeous soprano went about her business. Many times, he wanted to speak up, but he didn’t.

Finally, Christine ran a final brush over her face. She stood up, wiped her hands together, and turned to face Erik. “Done,” she stated.

With that, they set out to pick up Eowyn and Faramir.

Christine took a deep breath and looked up at the tall Parisian hotel. Without another thought, she strode inside.

“Can I help you?” the receptionist asked, sounding extremely bored.

“Yes. I’m here to see Eowyn and Faramir.”

The receptionist pointed over to the chic hotel’s lounge area. Christine thanked her and hurried over.

Immediately she spotted a handsome young man with his arm around a lovely blonde woman, who had her head resting on her husband’s shoulder.

“Eowyn! Faramir!” Christine cried. The couple looked up.

“Christine!” Eowyn said, running toward the other woman. “What did Erik say?”

“You guys are free to stay as long as you’d like!” She grinned.

“But milady, I don’t want to intrude,” Faramir replied. “It is Christmas, after all.”

Christine giggled. “You’re our guests!” she responded. “Now come on! We’ve got to get going!”

“Where to?” Eowyn asked.

“There’s this nice café down the street we’re going to while Erik goes Christmas shopping. We’re meeting back up at three.”

Everyone nodded and they set off toward Café Dimanche, which was but five doors down. They then entered the café and ordered their drinks: hot chocolate for Christine, black coffee for Faramir, and a latte for Eowyn.

The trio found a table to sit at while they drank their drinks. The barista had also given each of them a free tart, seeing as it was their first visit to Café Dimanche.

“So, what brings you to Paris?” Christine asked, voice slightly amplified by the cocoa mug pressed against her lips. “And on Christmas nonetheless.”

“Well, Eowyn had always wanted to see Paris in the winter. She thought it’d be the most gorgeous thing ever. So, as her Christmas gift, I planned a little Parisian retreat, full of dinners, shopping, sightseeing, everything. Of course, I forgot to book a hotel or get directions, so we got lost. Without you, Miss Daae, we would’ve frozen.  Thank you,” Faramir said.

“Oh, that’s so romantic!” Christine sighed, burying her face in her mug again. “I wish Erik would do such a thing for me.” She said this last part so quietly it was barely audible.

“Oh, Christine,” Eowyn whispered.

“But let’s not think about that right now. How would you two like to come to tonight’s performance of Don Juan Triumphant?” Christine asked, her gaze softening. “I’m sure Erik would even allow you to sit in Box Five, seeing as he’s performing and you’re our personal guests.”

Eowyn’s eyes lit up. “Of course! Oh please, Faramir, can’t we go?” She looked up at him, perfectly executing the puppy-dog eyes Christine thought herself a master of.

He chuckled and smiled gently at her. “I guess. But only because I know you’ll be upset if we don’t go, and I hate to see you upset, love,” Faramir said, wrapping his arms around her.

“Yay!” Eowyn let out a girlish giggle, then covered her mouth. “Did that sound come out of my mouth?” she gasped, hiding her red cheeks behind her latte cup.

Everyone died laughing and she hid her face in Faramir’s shoulder, mortified. “Eowyn, don’t be embarrassed. Everyone needs to let their hair down every so often.”

“But I’m a shieldmaiden of Rohan! We do not giggle,” she spat contemptuously.

Everyone rolled her eyes at her, and Christine stifled a laugh. “Eowyn, you’ll be fine. No one minds if you girl out a little bit.”

They remained in Café Dimanche for a while longer before meeting up with Erik at three.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully until the opera at seven.

Eowyn slid into her Box Five seat next to Faramir with a huge smile on her face. She was wearing her favorite brown and white dress again and no makeup (of course).

“Wow,” Faramir gasped, “you look gorgeous, love!”

Eowyn blushed. “Thanks,” she murmured, hiding her face.

The opera began with a wonderful, if not odd, opening number. Don Juan himself, played by none other than the Phantom, also made an appearance.

“Don Juan triumphs once again!” the chorus sang as the Phantom began to sing.

The riveting number continued until the spotlight fell on Christine, who sang a few hauntingly beautiful notes. “No thoughts within her head but thoughts of joy. No dreams within her heart but dreams of love!”

After Miss Daae sang and the house exploded into cheers, Faramir stole a glance at his wife, who looked angelic in the dim light of the Opera Populaire. He sighed. How was he so lucky to have her? he wondered as Eowyn continued watching raptly as the Phantom began the next song.

Eowyn then turned toward him and smiled softly. “Love you,” she whispered.

“Love you too,” Faramir said as his arm wrapped around her.

“Now hush and watch the opera.” Eowyn turned away again and focused her attention on the stage.

“Past the point of no return, no turning back now!” Christine sang.

“Wow,” Eowyn breathed, almost inaudibly. “I wish I sang that well.”

Faramir went to reply, but his wife’s attention was once again focused on the story unfolding on the stage.

The opera continued until the end with no chandelier crashes, kidnappings, unexpected events, or anything of the sort.  Then the meet and greet began.

Eowyn rushed out to where Christine and the Phantom were standing and greeting the audience, smiling and answering questions. Or rather, Christine was. Phantom, on the other hand, looked absolutely miserable. He kept asking Christine when they’d be done, dodging questions, and not smiling.

“Erik, smile! People will find you unapproachable,” Christine scolded.

“Love, I don’t want to be approached.” He fiddled with his mask. Christine rolled her eyes. She then saw Eowyn and Faramir.

“Hi! Come over here!” Christine shouted. The young couple obliged. “How’d you like it?”

“You two were amazing! Especially in The Point of No Return. The chemistry was so real!” Eowyn yelped, ecstatic.

The Phantom couldn’t help but smile. “I wrote it specifically for my darling Christine. Aminta was created for her.”

Christine blushed and Faramir said, “I wish I could compose. Eowyn would have an opera for her as well.”

“Faramir, I don’t need an opera,” Eowyn scowled. “Besides, I don’t sing. At least, not very well anyway.”

They continued talking even as they returned to the cellars. There, the Phantom and Christine promptly retired, exhausted from performing.

Eowyn and Faramir, on the other hand, stayed in the parlor and talked.

“I’m sorry we’re stuck here, Eowyn. I should’ve prepared better,” Faramir sighed. “I failed you.”

“Oh, Faramir! You didn’t fail me. And you never could. Without this, we wouldn’t have such amazing friends in Phantom and Christine.”

“Aragorn wouldn’t have done this. He’d have been prepared.” Faramir looked down at his feet. “I’m never going to be as good as him.”

“When will you understand that I love you more than I ever ‘loved’ Aragorn? You’re a better match for me, you care for me, and most of all, you love me. You mean the world to me, Faramir.”

He kissed her forehead. “And you mean the world to me. I’m sorry for doubting you, love. I love you with every fiber in my body,” he said.

Eowyn snuggled against him. “I love you too,” she said, burying her face in his chest.

They fell asleep like that, curled on the parlor couch, snuggled against each other. Everything was perfect.

The first light of December twenty-first shone down into the opera house, stirring the residents awake.

Christine was the first one up and she immediately bounded to the kitchen to make breakfast as quietly as she could.

Eowyn was the next to awaken. She slipped into the kitchen and met Christine. “Whatcha makin’?” she asked, yawning.

“Scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. Is that okay? I can make something else if you don’t like that.” Christine bit her lip anxiously.

“That’s perfect!” Eowyn grinned.

The Phantom then stumbled in. “Christine, have you made the coffee yet?” he asked, kissing the top of her head.

“Not yet, angel. I was waiting to see what our guests wanted, but you can go on and make your cup.” She stood on her tippy-toes and reached for a candy cane mug. “Here you go, Erik. Make yourself some coffee.”

Faramir then walked in and put his arm around Eowyn. “Good morning!” he chirped, kissing her cheek.

“Morning! Breakfast is almost ready,” Eowyn said, smiling.

“Ooh, yum,” Faramir laughed.

“So what’s on today’s agenda?” Eowyn asked, pouring Faramir some coffee. “You should know, you plan most of these things.”

“I vote that we go Christmas shopping. We need to buy Christine and Phantom some gifts!” Faramir said. “And thanks for the coffee, love.”

“Can we come as well? I need to buy more gifts,” Erik said.

“As do I,” Christine continued. “I have a few more things to buy Erik.”

This sent him into a frenzy. I can’t let her outshine me, Erik thought. “And I have a bit more to get Christine, not to mention things for Eowyn and Faramir.”

“Oh yes, that too,” Christine said.

“Well then, that works! We’ll head out after everyone’s ready,” Eowyn said, inner shieldsmaiden shining through.

“Breakfast is ready!” Christine cheered, handing out plates. “Just grab whatever you want!”

Everyone got their food and sat down in the parlor. “What do you all want to drink?” Christine said.

“I’m good with my coffee,” Erik said.

“As am I,” Faramir said.

“I’ll have some water, if that’s okay with you,” Eowyn said.

“Okay! I’ll be back with that!”

With that, Christine raced off to the kitchen.

“So, how’d you and Christine meet?” Eowyn asked.

Erik froze and set down his mug. “It’s a bit of an embarrassing story,” he mumbled. “I did a stupid thing.”

“What now? Erik, what stupid thing have you done now?” Christine demanded, sitting down next to Erik and taking a bite of her butter-slathered toast.

“Angel, that butter’s bad for you voice.” Christine rolled her eyes. “And they were asking how we met.”

“Oh, that’s not a stupid thing!” Christine said. “He watched me through my mirror and claimed to be the Angel of Music. Then he kidnapped me.” She ate a forkful of eggs.

“That’s…a little terrifying,” Faramir said. “But rather nice.”

“Agreed,” everyone else laughed.

Everyone finished eating and dashed off to get ready. Then they headed to Paris’s biggest department store.

The girls branched off together while the men went off together.

“Eowyn?” Christine asked. “What all does Faramir like?”

“Battle like stuff. What’s good for Phantom?”

“Please, call him Erik. And musical stuff. By that I mean things relating to music, not random Broadway musical merchandise.”

“Okay, got it. And don’t look in my cart, I’ve got stuff for you in there,” Eowyn said.

Christine laughed. “Same goes for you!”

They both lapsed into giggles, causing other patrons to stare at them.

“How about this for Faramir?” Christine asked.

“That’s good, he’ll like it. Is this good for Erik?” Eowyn replied.

“Oh yes, he’ll love that.”

Meanwhile, Erik and Faramir were looking for gifts for their loves.

“What all does Christine like?” Faramir asked.

“Music, hot chocolate, anything really. She’s easy to please.”

“Then why do you struggle with shopping for her, if she’s so easy to please?”

“I worry that if I don’t please her, then she’ll leave me for that Raoul de Chagny. They were childhood sweethearts. So I try as hard as I can to please her. But anyway, what’s good for Eowyn?” Erik asked.


“Call me Erik.”

“Well then, Erik, you don’t have to get us anything. We’re taking up your valuable space and time,” Faramir said.

“Oh no, I’m getting her something.”

“Just get her anything. She’ll be happy. Now, how is this for Christine?” Faramir asked, holding something up.

Erik nodded. “Looks good.”

Shopping continued until around five when they all hit the cash registers. Then every claimed an area to wrap gifts. The girls went into the studio, while the boys claimed Erik and Christine’s bedroom.

“So, Eowyn, do you like to sing?” Christine asked.

“I’m not any good, but I enjoy it, yes,” she replied.

“Sing something with me!”

“No, you go ahead. I’ll sing something after you.” Eowyn smiled, encouraging Christine.

“No more talk of darkness, forget these wide-eyed fears. I’m here, nothing can harm you. My words will warm and calm you,” she began, launching into a gorgeous rendition of All I Ask of You.

Eowyn was in awe. “You’re a much better singer than I could ever dream of being,” she said once the song was over.

“I still want to hear you sing!” Christine cheered.

Eowyn sighed and cleared her throat. “You’re not giving up on this?” Christine shook her head. “Okay then.

With that, she began. Her voice was rather deep for a woman’s but nice nonetheless. “Home is behind, the world ahead. And there are many paths to tread. Through shadow, to the edge of night. Until the stars are all alight. Mist and shadow, cloud and shade. All shall fade. All shall fade.”

Christine smiled. “You say you can’t sing,” she teased.

Faramir and Erik were listening from the other room. “We love very musical women,” Faramir noted.

“Well, they’re not the only ones who can sing,” Erik said. “Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination. Silently the senses abandon their defenses!”

“If only I could sing,” Faramir sighed.

Eowyn and Christine laughed. “Is this a war?” Eowyn asked.

“Probably, knowing Erik. He’s, how can I put this, overly competitive. Especially when it comes to singing,” Christine sighed. With that, she began singing Devil Take the Hindmost as she cut a sheet of candy cane wrapping paper and set it atop the gift.

Eowyn chuckled. “We’ve surely won. That’s a gorgeous song.”

Erik laughed. “They think they’ve won.”

“But I can’t sing, so we’re at a disadvantage,” Faramir pointed out.

“I can sing well enough for both of us, thank you!” Erik said, ripping a piece of tape. Then he began singing Hannibal.

No one truly won the war that day. It ended with a beautiful duet of The Phantom of the Opera, just the way it was sung the first time Erik and Christine truly met. Everyone then emerged from their wrapping station.

“Well, that was fun,” Christine said as she kissed Erik and pulled a piece of tape from his cheek. He then stuck a bow on her head. She wrinkled her nose.

Eowyn then put a scrap of wrapping paper on Faramir’s head. He then pulled a curly ribbon from her hair. “How on earth did you get so messy?” Faramir laughed, pulling another ribbon from her blonde hair. She shrugged.

They then ate dinner and went off to bed, ready for the next day’s adventures.

Christine and Eowyn woke to a note on the parlor table. It read;

Dear Eowyn and Christine,

          We’ve gone to get a little Christmas surprise for you. Don’t worry about us. We’ll be back soon and we’re sure you’ll like our idea.

                                                                                                                  With love,

                                                                                                       Faramir and Erik

Christine smiled. “I’m slightly concerned, but I’m certain they mean well,” she said.

They soon came back in the little boat, which was full of bags.

“Okay, we’ve got decorations, ornaments, cookie mix, hot chocolate, and breakfast!” Faramir said.

“What did you pick up?’ Eowyn asked, pulling the bag open. “English muffins! Yay!” She pulled out something else. “Donuts!”

Christine grabbed the food and ran to the parlor. Everyone else followed suit.

“So, what are we going to do today?” Eowyn asked between mouthfuls of English muffin and cream-filled donut.

“Yeah, what’re we doing?” Christine inquired.

“Well, this was all Faramir’s idea, so I’ll let him explain,” Erik said. “Take it away!”

“Gee, thanks.”

“No problem.”

“That was sarcasm.”

“I know.”

“Well, I was thinking that we could get a Christmas tree! A live one, of course. Fake ones are boring, after all. So…what do you think?” Faramir asked.

“Sounds fun,” Christine said.

Eowyn leapt up and threw her arms around her husband, kissing him. “That’s the best idea I’ve ever heard!” she shouted. “I’ve always wanted a Christmas tree!” She smiled.

“That’s good. Now let’s go!” he said, grinning. He started toward the door.

Erik stood there, arm protectively over Christine. “Not so fast. Christine says she needs to get ready before we can leave. Now go on, love. We’ll wait for you.”

Christine kissed him. “Thank you, angel.” Then she went off to get ready.

Eowyn smiled. “Christine sure does love you, Erik,” she said. “And you love her equally.”

Erik nodded. “I’d never hurt my angel. And I know she’d never knowingly hurt me either.”

“I’d never hurt Eowyn either,” Faramir said.

Christine then walked out, wearing what looked like two coats, three scarves, and a beanie. “Love, you’re overdressed!” Erik laughed. “One coat would be enough.”

She rolled her eyes and went off to change. She returned in the outfit she wore to her father’s grave all those years ago. “Better?” she asked.

“Much better,” Erik answered.

They went out and walked to the Christmas tree farm. “Is this it?” Faramir asked, pointing at the farm.

“You mean to tell me you planned this and didn’t even bother to find the Christmas tree farm?” Eowyn spat, scowling. “You can’t plan for beans.”

“I know, I know. But Erik said he’d guide us. Don’t pin it on me!”

“It was your idea! Don’t rely on someone else!” Eowyn growled.

Christine’s eyes were wide as she watched the argument unfold. Erik pulled her close and comforted her. “It’ll be okay, angel. They’ll be okay. Arguments happen.”

“We never argue, Erik! Is this normal?” Her voice was quivering, on the edge of shattering.

“Of course it is.”

The conflict resolved itself and they headed into the Christmas tree farm.

Christine bounded off childishly, running through the rows of green-needled fir trees. She vanished from sight almost immediately.

Erik sighed. “She’ll be back soon, I can guarantee that,” he said. “Christine is very childish when it comes to Christmas.”

“I know someone like that,” Faramir teased, ruffling his wife’s blonde hair. She laughed.

“Come, we need to find Christine,” Eowyn said, striding off. Then they heard her mutter, “This would be easier with a horse.”

“Christine!” Erik shouted. The brunette turned to look at him. He ran toward her and hugged her. “Angel, I was so worried! Are you okay, dearest?” He held her shoulders, scanning her for injuries.

“Erik, I’m fine. Why are you so worried, anyway?” Christine said.

“Anything could’ve happened to you out there.”

“Never mind all that. I found a tree!” Christine pointed at an eight-foot-tall fir tree with full, green branches.

“That’s a lovely tree, Christine,” Faramir said, smiling.

“I agree. It’s gorgeous,” Eowyn said.

“Well, I think…it’s the perfect tree!” Erik said. His lover beamed.

“So we can get it?” Christine asked. Everyone nodded. “Yay!” Her face lit up.

Eowyn laughed. “Faramir, why don’t you and Erik find someone to get the tree for us? I’ll stay here with Christine and the tree.”

Erik and Faramir then walked off toward the front of the tree farm.

“Christine?” Eowyn asked.


“Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course!”

“What exactly is the relationship between you and Erik? Are you dating, engaged, what?”

Christine froze. This was inevitable, but it still took her by surprise. She took a deep breath. “We’re married,” she began, “but we keep it mostly secret. Only my best friend Meg, her mother Madame Giry, and a man named Raoul know. Erik says that it could ruin my reputation as a soprano if it escaped that I was married to the Phantom of the Opera who so many feared.”

“Oh.” Eowyn bit her lip.  “I see.”

Right as they finished, the boys came back with a worker following them. “We’d like this tree, sil vous plait,” Christine said, pointing at the Douglas Fir.

The man nodded and hefted the tree onto his shoulder, carrying it to the checkout area.

“Do you want us to deliver it?”

“Could you deliver it?” Christine asked.

“Address?” the man asked.

“The Opera Populaire. I’m sure you know where that is?” Erik said. “Only an uncultured swine would not.”

“Erik!” Christine scolded. “Sorry about him. He has no social skills.”

“It’s fine. I’ll drop it off around four,” he said. They paid for the tree and walked off.

“So uh…don’t mean to be rude, but when’s lunch?” Faramir asked. Everyone laughed. “But really, I’m hungry.”

“The park?” Christine suggested.

“Sounds fun!” Eowyn said, grinning.

“Christine, there’s so many people,” Erik complained. “My mask.”

“There are weirder things in Parisian parks,” Christine said. With that, she turned on her heel and strode off. Everyone else followed.

“Erik, she’s leaving!” Faramir warned.

“I know, I’m coming,” he replied, quickening his pace.

They arrived at the park and were greeted by a mime. “What. Is. That?” Eowyn spat, disgusted. “It’s hideous!” The mime clutched his chest.

“He has ears, love,” Faramir whispered.

“Eowyn, it’s a mime! They’re all over Paris,” Christine laughed. “He won’t hurt you, I promise.”

“You sure?” Eowyn asked.


With that, they walked off. The couple from Middle-earth was astounded by the sights: the Eiffel Tower, the gardens, the people, everything. They were in love with the City of Love.

The day passed quickly, full of sightseeing and adventures. Unfortunately, it was cut short by the night’s opera, a performance of Il Muto with Christine as the countess (finally).

No one struggled to sleep that night.

December twenty-third. Two days until Christmas. And a crazy day for the two couples at the Opera Populaire.

It started normally, with Christine preparing breakfast and everyone sitting in the parlor. But then the question was asked.

“So, what are we going to do today?” Eowyn asked.

Faramir’s eyes glinted with mischief. “Glad you asked,” he said. “Erik, get the box.”

“Sir yes sir!” Erik laughed. He then went to fetch the box Faramir had asked for.

He returned with a large cardboard box filled to the brim with any and every form of Christmas decoration known to mankind.

“Today,” Faramir announced, “we’ll be decorating! This is the least festive place on Earth and that needs fixing. So, let’s get started!”

“Okay!” Christine leapt up and ran to the box, followed by Eowyn. Erik sat down at the piano and began to play a soft tune resemblant to Music of the Night.

Christine took an ornament and set it on the tree, smiling. “Pretty!” she cheered.

Faramir smiled as he watched Eowyn running around and setting everything up. She was pouring her heart into decorating the opera house for Christmas. At the time, she was hanging a wreath above Erik’s piano. She then ran back to the box where Faramir was standing to grab another decoration.

Suddenly, Christine giggled. “What now?” Eowyn said, looking up to see the girl sitting in the rafters, holding a sprig of something. Something with white berries. “Oh brother,” Eowyn muttered.

“What is it?” Faramir asked, searching for the cause of his wife’s distress.

“Mistletoe,” Eowyn sighed. She then kissed Faramir quickly and went off.

Christine sprang from the rafters, the mistletoe hung where she had been sitting. “I tried to help you,” she said, shrugging. “But she’ll be back. That’s where the decorations are, after all. Stay there.” With that, she ran after Eowyn.

“What now, Christine?” Eowyn sighed, turning from where she was setting up a Nativity scene. “If this is about the mistletoe, I don’t want to hear it,” she spat.

But Christine wouldn’t give up. “Why? Why were you so afraid of it?”

“It’s weird, that’s why! Forcing two people to kiss. It’s sick!”

Faramir, who had overheard all this, sighed and walked away, resuming decorating half-heartedly.

Eowyn saw this and ran over to him. “Faramir! What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing, love. Don’t worry about me.” He kissed her forehead. “I love you.”

“Faramir! I know that something’s wrong! If you’d just tell me, I could help,” she pleaded. Then suddenly, she kissed him. “Better?” she asked, smiling.

“Much,” he laughed.

Erik laughed. “See, angel? They can handle themselves,” he said, holding her.

“I know, I know,” Christine laughed. She then returned to decorating. “Erik, come on!”

“I’m good. I’ll stick to the piano,” he said.

Christine sighed and hung up a stocking, but said nothing.

Decorating continued for the rest of the day.

“Christmas Eve!” Christine called as she ran around the house. “It’s Christmas Eve!”

Erik walked out. “Yes, angel, it is,” he chuckled, kissing her. “But please, quiet down. You’ll wake our guests.”

“Fine,” she growled. “But I’m just so excited!” She buried her face in his chest to suppress a squeal.

“I know. Now go sit down while I make breakfast.” Christine nodded and went into the parlor. Then, soft notes began to rise from the grand piano.

“Christine!” Erik scolded. “That’s not quiet!”


Erik walked out with a platter of waffles, a bottle of syrup, a stick of butter, plates, and silverware. “Enjoy, angel.”

“What, you weren’t going to wait for us?” Faramir said, walking out with his arm around Eowyn.

“How rude,” Eowyn said.

“I was going to wait on you!” Christine said.

“I wasn’t,” Erik said. “Just being honest, unlike you, Miss Daae.”

“I was going to wait, Erik!” Christine spat.

“Sure you were.”

Eowyn rolled her eyes. “Can we eat now?”

“Yeah, really,” Faramir laughed.

“Sure,” Erik said. Christine reached for a waffle. Erik gently and playfully slapped her hand. “Ah, ah, love. Since you were going to eat without them, you may get your food last.”

“Erik!” Christine yelped, frowning. “You liar!”

“Oh, Christine,” Eowyn said, clear apology in her voice.

“Meh, I’ll be fine.” At that, her stomach gave an unholy growl. “But please hurry! I’m starving!”

Everyone laughed.

Soon enough, Christine got to eat. Faramir then pulled out a piece of paper, grinning. “Here are some activities for today. Choose what you want to do first,” he said. The list read:

Christmas cookies

Sleigh ride


Snow activities (in event of snow)




Anything else we think of!

“Hmm…caroling!” Christine said.

“Oh, how’d I know you’d say that!” Eowyn laughed. “But that works.”

“Okay!” Christine grinned. She adored caroling. She and her father went caroling every year when he was alive.

The couples walked to the park and turned down a snow-covered path.

“Oh, I love snow,” Eowyn sighed, stretching her arms out. “Isn’t it gorgeous? It never snows in Rohan.”

“Yes, love, it’s beautiful. But you know what’s more beautiful than snow?” Faramir asked.



“Aww!” Christine cooed. “You two are so cute!”

“Can we just get to singing?” Erik asked. “I want to start with O Holy Night.”

“I don’t know the words,” Eowyn said, eyes falling to her feet. Faramir tossed her a booklet.

“Page twenty,” he said. “You’re welcome.”

They flipped through the book to see notes and lyrics on the next page.

“Ready?” Erik asked. They nodded.

“Ready and-”

“O holy night, the stars are brightly shining. It is the night of our dear Savior’s birth.” The tones of their voices perfectly blended, from Christine’s soprano to Faramir’s tenor.

They walked down the path, singing as they went. The song soon ended and they had to choose another one.

“So, uh…what now?” Eowyn asked. “Can I pick something?”

“Of course!” Faramir answered. “Go ahead.”

“Hmm…” She thumbed through the booklet’s pages. “What about Angels We Have Heard on High?” she suggested. “It’s on page thirty-five.” Everyone flipped through the pages of their booklet.

“That sounds good,” Erik said. “Christine, your thoughts?”

“It’s fine by me. Can we transition it into Hark the Herald Angels Sing at the end?” Christine answered. Everyone nodded. “Yay! That’s one of my favorites.”

Erik counted them off and they began a beautiful rendition of the two Christmas carols, making everyone they passed in the park smile. Some people even tried to give them money, but saw nowhere to put the coins and bills.

The quartet continued singing until they made their way all the way around the park. They ended up going through most of the songs in the book, including, but not limited to: God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen, O Come O Come Emmanuel, and The First Noel.

“Okay, so what now?” Christine asked, her face pink from the cold and the wind. “Eowyn, you choose what we’re going to do now, since I picked caroling.”

“Oh goodness,” Eowyn laughed. “Decisions.”

“You’ll be fine, love. It’s not too hard of a choice,” Faramir said.

“Speak for yourself.”

They stood there for five minutes or so, waiting for Eowyn to decide on what she wanted to do. Finally, she made her choice. “Sleigh ride!” she shouted, grinning. “I mean, we are in the park, which is certainly where the sleigh rides take place.”

“That seems fun,” Christine said. “Just hear those sleigh bells jingling, ring ting tingling too,” she sang. Everyone glared at her. “What did you expect?” she laughed. “If something is the name of a song, I will sing it.”

“I’m good with a sleigh ride,” Faramir said.

“As am I,” Erik continued. “So it’s settled then?” Everyone nodded. “Follow me.”

Erik guided them through the park to the station where the sleigh rides took place. There stood a pair of large Clydesdale stallions, tossing their heads and jingling the bells on their harnesses. “Wow,” Eowyn gasped. “They’re beautiful.”

“Aren’t they?” Faramir said.

Christine walked up to the driver. “Excuse me, sir, but we’d like to ride in the sleigh. How much would it cost for four people?” she asked.

“Ten francs,” he answered. Christine opened her wallet and took out a ten-franc coin. “Merci, mademoiselle.” He offered his hand and helped her into the sleigh. He then did the same for Eowyn.

They set off around the park, listening to the jingling of the horses’ harnesses and smiling the whole time. “It’s so beautiful…I want to live in Paris forever,” Eowyn said. “Can we move here, Faramir?”

“No, dear. We have duties back in Middle-earth,” he answered, laughing.

“Not fair!” she yelped.

The sleigh ride continued until lunch time, seeing as the Clydesdales were not the fastest of breeds. Then they arrived back at the little station. “Thank you!” Christine said, smiling.

“You’re welcome, mademoiselle!”

“Okay, so now can we get food?” Erik asked. “I really need food.”

“Now you see how I felt this morning,” Christine scolded. “But since I’m a good person, we can go get food. There are a lot of little stalls out here in the park. What do you want?”

“Hmm…anything is good,” Erik answered. “Let’s let our guests decide. What do you two want?”

“Oh no…another decision…,” Eowyn sighed. “I’m not sure. Faramir?”

“I guess chicken? Is there a good chicken place anywhere near here?” Faramir asked.

“Ooh, yes, there is! Follow me!” Christine sprinted off, smiling all the time.

They soon arrived at the restaurant, which was near Café Dimanche. “Here we are!”

They got their food, ate it, and returned to the Opera Populaire. “What do you ladies want to do now? It needs to be something that won’t take too long, seeing as Christine and I have a performance tonight, the most important of the year,” Erik said.

“What about Christmas cookies?” Christine suggested. “We need more desserts in this place.”

“Ooh, I love cookies!” Faramir cheered. “Although Eowyn is not the best baker…” She rolled her eyes and scoffed.

“That was one time, Faramir!” Eowyn spat. “And that’s because I got bored.”

“You still almost burned the house down.”


“So we’re making Christmas cookies?” Erik interjected, trying to prevent another argument between the couple.

“Yep!” Eowyn said. “Christine and I can go get the ingredients and stuff out if you two will go get the batter. C’mon, Christine.” The two girls went off into the kitchen. Erik and Faramir then walked in with the two boxes of sugar cookie mix and the cans of frosting and sprinkles.

“Okay, so what do we have to do first?” Christine asked. “Erik, hand me the box.” He did as she asked. “Preheat the oven to 375 degrees Fahrenheit. Do that.”

Erik set the oven to preheat. Faramir followed him over there. “Seems like you’ve got that under control,” he said. Erik nodded.

“Faramir, we need two medium sized bowls over here!” Eowyn called. “And that crushed cereal you bought!”

He went and looked in the cabinet for the two bowls, handed one to Eowyn and one to Christine, then ran to go fetch the cereal, which was Cookie Crisps. “Thank you,” Eowyn said. “What’s next? And Faramir, could you be a dear and coat that cookie sheet over there with flour? It needs to be done before we can put the cookies in the oven.”

“Ma’am yes ma’am! Erik, you read out the instructions.”

“Stir the cookie mix, melted butter, and egg into the medium sized bowl until a soft dough forms. Once this happens, add in the crushed cereal,” Erik read. They did exactly as it said, with a huge puff of cookie mix appearing when they dumped all the mix out.

“Okay, what now?” Christine asked. “Gosh, I want to eat some of this cookie dough. Erik, can I lick the spoon when I’m done?” she pleaded.

He sighed. “No, Christine. You might get salmonella and die, and then where would I be?”

“Somewhere in a not happy place.”


“Now read the instructions.”

“Fine.” He cleared his throat overdramatically and began to read the rest of the box. “On a floured surface, roll out the dough one fourth of an inch apart.”

“Don’t mean to interrupt, but how much is an inch?” Eowyn asked.

“Just guess,” Faramir answered. “Darn these American recipes! At least our oven is American-made so it has Fahrenheit on here.”

Erik cleared his throat again. “Can I continue?” Everyone nodded. “Cut with three-inch cookie cutters. On ungreased cookie sheets, place the cutouts one inch apart.”

“Faramir, get two other cookie sheets out, will you?” Eowyn asked. He ducked down into the cabinet again and fetched two large metal cookie sheets. “Thanks, love.”

“Erik, could you get the cookie cutters? Only get the holiday ones, please. You know, like the reindeer, the snowman, the snowflake, and the Santa hat?” Christine asked.

“Yes, I get it.” He delved into the drawer of random cooking supplies and came out with a handful of cookie cutters in all sorts of holiday shapes.

“Yay! Cookie cutters! Faramir, come help me!” Eowyn shouted. “I can’t cut all this dough by myself.”

“Okay,” Faramir sighed. He walked over and picked up a snowman, stabbing it into the cookie dough.

“Erik!” Christine called. “I need you to help as well!”

He walked over. “Oh, Christine. You don’t want me to help,” he said.

“Yes, I do.”

“Oh, fine.” He took the snowflake and pressed it into the cookie dough. “Happy?”

“You have to make more than one!” she giggled. “Otherwise you only get to decorate one!” She handed him the bell-shaped one.

They ended up cutting fifteen cookies per pair and placing them on the cookie sheets.

“Erik, love, could you read the rest of the instructions?” Christine asked.

“Certainly. It says to bake them for seven to nine minutes OR until the edges of the cookies are golden brown. It then says to let them cool for one minute on the sheet and for fifteen minutes off the sheet. Then you can decorate them.”

Christine grabbed an oven mitt and put her batch of cookies in the oven. She then handed the mitt to Eowyn, who put her cookies in the oven.

“And now we wait,” Faramir said. “What now?”

“I’m going to clean up,” Christine said. “Erik, I don’t want you to help. Last time you tried to help, you broke three plates.”

“That’s fair,” Erik replied.

They cleaned up, took the cookies out of the oven, let them cool, and then got ready to decorate! “Erik, here are yours,” Christine said, shoving five cookies at him.

“Faramir, here’re your cookies,” Eowyn said, pushing the cookies to him. “Now take the frosting and all that stuff.” She then nudged cans of frosting and sprinkles at him.

“I’m not using sprinkles,” Erik said.

“Erik, why not?” Christine said. “Sprinkles are fun!”


“Oh, fine. But you still should use them.”

“That’d ruin my reputation as the fearsome Phantom of the Opera.”

But Christine didn’t answer. She just took a knife and began spreading chocolate frosting over a reindeer-shaped cookie. Then she grabbed a bright red gumdrop and plopped it where the nose would be.

Meanwhile, Eowyn and Faramir were laughing over a failed cookie. “Faramir, that’s not at all how you decorate a snowman!” Eowyn laughed. Its face was completely lopsided, the buttons were not even close to a straight line, and anything that could look messed up was messed up.

“You try making a logical face out of sprinkles!” Faramir retorted, but it was clear he wasn’t angry. His face was red from laughter and he was struggling to breathe.

“Okay, I will!” Eowyn teased. Of course, she failed as well, and the laughter continued.

The day continued on like that until the opera at six-thirty, a production of Hannibal. After that, they all went to bed.

“Christmas! It’s Christmas!’ Eowyn shouted, running around the house and waking everyone up. “Come on, get up, get up! We have to open presents!”

Christine walked out. “Don’t you want breakfast first?” she asked, stifling a yawn.

“No. Presents are more important right now,” Eowyn said, crossing her arms.

“She has a point. Who eats before they open presents on Christmas morning?” Erik asked. “Faramir, get up! Your wife is anxious.”

Faramir walked out. “I’m coming, I’m coming. Who wants to pass out all the gifts?” he asked.

Christine was about to volunteer, but Erik beat her to the punch. “I’ll do it! Everyone go find a seat,” he said. Christine glared at him, but soon got an idea.

“Can I help? Pretty please?” she begged.

“I guess. I’ll get the presents out from under the tree and you give them to everyone,” Erik said. “Eowyn, Faramir, take a seat somewhere. The Middle-earthian couple flopped down on the couch.

“Erik, this one’s yours. Where do you want me to put it?” Christine asked.

“Set it at the piano, angel,” he answered.

They passed out all the gifts, each person having nine. Strange how that worked out, everything being equal. “Okay, who wants to open something first?” Faramir asked.

“Me! I do!” Eowyn shouted, practically leaping to her feet.

“Okay then,” Erik said. “Then Christine, then Faramir, then me. Is that good for everyone?” They all nodded.

“This one’s from Christine,” Eowyn said. She ripped open the box to find a miniature Eiffel Tower replica. “Oh my goodness! It’s so pretty!” She stood up to hug the other girl. “I love it! Thank you!”

“You’re welcome,” Christine said. “Erik, this one’s from you!” She grinned and carefully peeled the paper off a little box. She opened it to find a silver heart locket and a ring with a heart on it, glistening with gemstones. Engraved on the locket were the words “Beneath a Moonless Sky.” Inside it was a picture of the two of them on their wedding day She gasped. “Erik! This is too much, angel.”

“It’s not. Do you like it?” he asked.

“Of course I do! It’s one of the best gifts I’ve ever received,” she answered, hugging him.

“That’s good. Now, Faramir, why don’t you open something?” Erik said, trying to get the spotlight off of him.

“I guess so,” Faramir answered. He lifted up a gift. “This one’s from you, Eowyn.” He unwrapped it, paying no attention to trying to salvage the wrapping paper. He pulled out a replica sword, which he immediately brandished and waved around. “Okay, that’s really cool. Thanks, Eowyn!”

“You’re welcome. Now, Erik, you open something!” Eowyn said.

“You’re just ready to open something else,” Christine teased.

“That’s pretty true.”

Erik smiled at his wife and her best friend as he picked up a gift. “Christine, this is from you, is it not?” he asked. She nodded.

“I do hope you like it…I wasn’t sure if you would, but I decided to risk it,” she said, biting her lip.

“Angel, I know I will. I love everything you get me,” Erik answered as he began to tear the paper off the box. He opened it to see a music composition book with “That’s a sharp, not a hashtag!” written on it, some piano sheet music, and a little handmade sculpture of a quarter note with angel wings with “Angel of Music” written on it in Christine’s handwriting.

“Do you like it?” she asked, brushing her feet against the floor.

He set everything on top of the piano where he could easily reach it while playing. “Of course I do, Christine. I know you put a lot of effort into finding things for me. I love it, angel. Don’t be worried.”

They continued opening gifts until there were none left for anyone. Everyone was happy, but there was still one last surprise to be revealed.

“Hey, Erik?” Christine asked, laying her head on his shoulder.

“Yes, angel?” he replied.

“I’ve got something to tell you, well, all of you. But I’m worried it’ll make you upset,” Christine said. “Not so much Eowyn and Faramir as you, Erik.”

“Tell us!” Eowyn and Faramir chorused.

“I promise I won’t be mad, angel. You know it’s hard for me to be mad at you,” Erik said.

Christine fiddled with her necklace. “Oh, I guess. I had to tell you sometime, didn’t I?”

“Quit stalling and just tell us!” Eowyn shouted. “We’re here for you, Christine. We promise we won’t be upset, no matter how outrageous it is.”

“Well…I’m expecting. You’re going to be a father, Erik,” Christine said. She looked at her husband, trying to see if he was upset or not.

Erik’s mouth fell open. How could he have done this? It’s not that he wasn’t excited, Christine would be a great mother, but what if the child had his face deformity? Or what if he lost his temper with it? What would happen then? Would the child hate him? Would Christine not be able to take it and leave, taking their baby with her?

He was snapped by this internal monologue by Eowyn saying, “Oh, Christine, that’s amazing! You and Erik will make amazing parents!”

“Congrats,” Faramir said. “I agree with Eowyn. You two will be amazing parents to this child.”

But Christine didn’t appear to be listening. “Erik? What do you think?”

He smiled. “I have my concerns, but I know that we can work through things together.” He then kissed her. “I love you, Christine.”

“I love you too.”

And so another Christmas came and went, but for both of them, it was the best Christmas ever celebrated. Not because of the gifts they received, or the things they did, but the memories that were made and the friends they met.


Leese Reviews: Cinder!

Hullo hullo, and welcome to another review! I’ve been falling rather behind on these things. Anyway, today we’ll be reviewing…Cinder! This is a novel about a cyborg girl and its rather similar to Cinderella. It’s part of a series, The Lunar Chronicles, of which I am reading the second book, Scarlet. Now, let’s get this show on the road!

Title: Cinder
Author(s): Marissa Meyer
Genre: Fantasy
Synopsis: Even in the future, the story begins with once upon a time…

Humans and androids crowd the racuous streets of New Beijing. A deadly plague ravages the population. From space, a ruthless lunar people watch, waiting to make their move. No one knows that Earth’s fate hinges on one girl…

Sixteen year old Cinder, a gifted mechanic, is a cyborg. She’s a second-class citizen with a mysterious past and is reviled by her step-mother. But when her life becomes intertwined with the handsome Prince Kai’s, she suddenly finds herself at the center of an intergalatic struggle, and a forbidden attraction. Caught between duty and freedom, loyalty and betrayal, she must uncover secrets about her past in order to protect her world’s future. Because there is something unusual about Cinder, something that others would kill for.
Characters: Linh Cinder (the last name is before the first), Linh Adri, Linh Peony, Linh Pearl, Dmitri Erland, Prince Kai, Queen Levana, Iko, Sybil Mira, Nainsi, Princess Selene, and others.
Theme: Discrimination, as Cinder is discriminated against for being a cyborg. That’s all I’ve got really.

This book. This book. This book. I LOVED Cinder! I’d already read it and had forgotten everything, and this was like reading it for the first time. It was an amazing experience!

The opening wasn’t slow, the middle was action packed, and the end left me longing to read Scarlet, the next novel in the series. You’ll laugh, cry, hope, and do everything along with the characters. Cinder is extremely relatable and her love for her step sister Peony can be felt through the page.

Ah yes, then there’s Levana. I’ll probably be doing an assessment of her later. She’s terrifying. She’s the Lunar queen who no one trusts. I actually rather like Levana, I think she’s a very interesting villain.

My favorite character is either Peony, Iko, Cinder, or Kai. It’s a four way tie. I can’t really decide. I know I should, but I can’t.
Recommended for: Fantasy and sci-fi fans, people who aren’t squeamish when it comes to diseases, as the plague, a disease called letumosis, has a very important role.
My rating: 5/5 stars
Anyway, that’s all for now! Leese, signing off!


Lin, I respect your every decision and I love you, but WHY ON EARTH IS THIS NOT IN THE MUSICAL??!! It’s the song Congratulations, sung by Angelica after the Reynolds Pamphlet is published. I understand it “didn’t fit” and all that stuff, but just look at the first verse!

“Congratulations. You have invented a new kind of stupid.” That’s my new favorite thing. I absolutely love this. Angelica, everyone.

I’m done here. Leese out.

Phantom of the Opera- Songs (SPOILER ALERT!!)

Ah, now we go though all the songs from Phantom of the Opera. I lied. I can’t go through all of them in countdown fashion. It’ll tear me to pieces as I try to decide things. So I’ll just talk about all the different songs in order of how they are on the soundtrack. I’m using the 2004 movie’s expanded soundtrack, with a few hints from the 25th anniversary (Twisted Every Way, Notes (the second one), etc) version, just saying. So, let’s get started! I’m actually listening to Phantom as I write this, ironically. Without further ado, let’s get started! I’ve been saying that a lot lately. I’m going to be separating a few, as they have a slash and I feel like they’re their own songs.


Essentially an auction where they unveil the chandelier. It sets up the story by showing Raoul when he is older bidding on a music box topped with the figure of a monkey in Persian robes playing the cymbals.

Notable quotes:

“Lot 666: A chandelier in pieces.”- auctioneer dude.

“Perhaps we can scare away the ghost of so many years ago with a little ILLUMINATION.”- auctioneer dude who technically doesn’t have a name. Eruanna, if he does, please let me know in the comments.


The literal most iconic song in the whole movie/musical/whatever you consider this. It’s extremely dramatic, loud (beware if you are using earbuds), intense, and beautiful. Most people have probably heard it. If you haven’t, please go listen to it. Please. For Leese. It starts playing right as they rip the tarp off of the chandelier. It doesn’t have words, but I do still have a quote from it.

Notable quotes:



Generally grouped in with the overture. This occurs during a rehearsal for the play called, you guessed it, Hannibal. It’s really entertaining with a whole bunch of yelling at Piangi because he can’t pronounce Rome. Hannibal, for your information, is not a real musical and is extremely comical. Carlotta, the main soprano for quite a while, five seasons to be exact, goes all brattastic midway through and just kind of snaps at everyone because her costume isn’t done and she hates her hat and blah blah blah blah blah blah. Yeah. It’s also where you meet Raoul, Christine, Meg, Madame Giry, Andre, Firmin, Carlotta, Piangi, and a whole bunch of other people. Big song. Yep.

Notable quotes:

“Grovel. Grovel, grovel.”- Monsieur Lefevre

“Because I will not be singing!”- Carlotta

“Hannibal comes!”- Chorus people

Actually one of my favorite songs in the whole movie. It starts off with Carlotta singing, then the Phantom drops a backdrop and she has a whole freak attack and storms out, screaming for her dog. Then Meg suggests that Christine sings it, and of course, she does amazingly. Everyone is amazed at her talent and she gets the role, all thanks to the amazing Meg Giry. It then cuts to her performing on the stage after the first two stanzas, Raoul recognizes her halfway through the song, and there is an IMPRESSIVE cadenza (is that what it’s called?) at the very end of the song. In short, this song is absolutely gorgeous and I sing it on a daily basis. I vividly remember texting my friend when I first heard it and saying “Wow she can sing!” and she knew exactly what I was talking about.

Notable quotes:

“Think of me, think of me fondly, when we’ve said goodbye.”- Christine

“We never said our love was evergreen, or as unchanging as the sea.”- Christine

“Can it be? Can it be Christine?”- Raoul

“Flowers fade, the fruits of summer fade, they have their seasons, so do we.”- Christine


This song. This song. This song. Meg and Christine are trying to find out who the Angel of Music who was teaching Christine really is through the form of an absolutely beautiful song. That was a confusing sentence and I’d like to apologize. They wander around the Opera Populaire trying to find the Angel of Music. Then Christine starts to go white and pale, much to Meg’s alarm. She tells Christine not to be frightened and then the song ends. 

Notable Quotes:

“Angel of Music, guide and guardian, grant to me your glory!” -Christine

“Brava! Brava! Bravissima!”- Phantom


Really a cute song. Even I say that. And I hate Raoul/Christine. I just find it adorable for some reason. Basically, he busts into her dressing room and dramatically starts singing this song they sang together when they were children. Then he tries to force her out to dinner and it turns crazy.

Notable Quotes:

“No, Raoul, the Angel of Music is very strict.”- Christine

“Little Lotte let her mind wander.”- Raoul


Okay, the opening of this song is the most hilariously dramatic thing on the planet. Phantom hates Raoul. No doubts about it. Then the Phantom appears in Christine’s mirror and tells her to come to him. Of course, she does, otherwise there’d be no plot. Suddenly, their hands touch and the opening notes of the next song (which is the same tune as the overture, if you were curious) explode your eardrums. This song is one of those that never comes out of your head, and I probably have it memorized from how much I love it. It’s probably my second favorite song on the soundtrack. No, never mind, I can’t pick a second favorite.

Notable Quotes:

“INSOLENT BOY! THIS SLAVE OF FASHION! BASKING IN YOUR GLORY! IGNORANT FOOL! THIS BRAVE YOUNG SUITOR! SHARING IN MY TRIUMPH!” – Phantom (his first impression of Raoul that makes me laugh because it’s basically what I thought of him the first time I watched the movie. Don’t worry, I think slightly better of him now. Key word being slightly)

“Look at your face in the mirror, I am there inside!”- Phantom


“Wait, Leese,” you might be saying, “isn’t this the name of the musical?” Yes. Yes it is. But the title song is the most important song in the movie! And it also happens to be my favorite. It starts immediately after The Mirror ends, right as she takes the Phantom’s hand. This song has been stuck in my head since I joined this fandom if that gives you any idea of how much I love it. It takes place as Phantom is leading Christine to his lair/house/thingy. It’s the legit best and has INTENSE high notes that my friends can hit but I ,unfortunately, cannot. Trust me, I’ve tried. Darn. In short, this song is AWESOME and everyone should listen to it.

Notable Quotes:


“Sing for me!”- Phantom


This song is absolute perfection. It’s a ballad to Christine from the Phantom talking about the music that he writes. It’s absolutely gorgeous, and in my opinion, the prettiest song in the movie. Of course, there’s a rather…odd pose midway through and the Phantom is a bit scary, what with his lifelike dummy of Christine, but STILL! This song is beautiful! Eeeeeek! I sing it very often and it’s one of my absolute favorites! It’s a solo for Phantom, which makes it even better in most cases.

Notable Quotes:

“And listen to the music of the night.”- Phantom

“Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation.”- Phantom

“Turn your face away from the garish light of day!”- Phantom (this is probably my favorite line in the song)

Ew, Joseph Buquet. I’m okay with him dying. He’s annoying and hates the Phantom. Luckily, he gets his own from Madame Giry aka the LEGIT BEST. She slaps him in the face there at the end and tells him to keep his hand at the level of his eyes, the first time we hear this important line. This song’s only about a minute or so long, making it the shortest in the movie.

Notable Quotes:

“Or he will catch you with his magical lasso.”- Joseph Buquet

“Those who speak of what they know find too late that prudent silence is wise. Joseph Buquet, hold your tongue! *slap across the face* Keep your hand at the level of your eyes.”- Madame Giry (yes, I know this is a lot. I just adore this entire little song thingy.)


Cut back to Phantom and Christine down in Phantom land. Christine’s woken up and is trying to solve the mystery of who the Phantom is. She takes off his mask and he is EXTREMELY angry. And I mean, I probably would be too, if I had on a mask for a reason. Then it goes into the next song, which is called Stranger Than You Dreamt It.

Notable Quotes:

“Who was that shape in the shadows? Whose is the face in the mask?”- Christine

“Is this what you wanted to see?”- Phantom


This song is often grouped in with I Remember, but I decided to separate them because I see them as separate songs. This one takes place when the Phantom is trying to convince Christine to love him. She gives him his mask back and he returns her to the above, even calling Andre and Firmin fools in the process. I do like this song, as it has a lovely melody and the lyrics are absolutely beautiful. The rhythm is also amazing.

Notable Quotes:

“Fear can turn to love. You’ll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster.”- Phantom

“Come, we must return, those two fools who run my theatre will be missing you.”- Phantom.


Legit one of the best songs. Firmin and Andre are struggling with all their sopranos disappearing and it’s getting a lot of publicity. The Phantom is also leaving a lot of notes to all sorts of people, such as Raoul and Carlotta. It’s kind of a disaster, which leads Andre and Firmin to say that there are far too many notes. Of course, then Carlotta throws a hissy fit and they launch into another song (my least favorite in the movie mostly because I can’t stand Carlotta).

Notable Quotes:

“Far too many notes for my taste, and most of them about Christine. All we’ve heard since we came is Miss Daae’s name!”- Andre and Firmin.


“Gossip’s worth it’s weight in gold.”- Firmin

“The Angel of Music has her under his wing.”- Phantom (but Andre is reading the note)

“The role of the pageboy is silent, which makes my casting, in a word, ideal.”- Phantom


Ew, Carlotta. She’s back, and this time everyone is groveling at her feet. This is later discovered to be a TERRIBLE decision, seeing as the Phantom WARNED YOU ALL to cast Christine as the countess, but you know Andre and Firmin. They don’t listen worth a crap. Anyway, they’re all begging at her feet for her to sing while Meg, Madame Giry, and Raoul try to figure out who the Angel of Music (they don’t know that it’s the Phantom) is. Intensely dramatic but Carlotta just ticks me off. It’s a nice song if you ignore her.

Notable Quotes:

“Prima donna, first lady of the stage!” -Andre and Firmin

“Would you not rather have your precious little ingenue?”- Carlotta

“We get our opera.” “She gets her limelight.” -Andre and Firmin


Ah yes, Il Muto. Probably the least appreciated musical within a musical. Hannibal gets attention for the dramatic dropping of the backdrop, Don Juan is, well, we’ll see when we get there, and Il Muto doesn’t get much. Sure, a guy dies, but that happens in Don Juan too. Christine gets cast as Serafimo, the silent page boy, which is a terrible idea. They cast Carlotta as the countess, which is a WORSE idea. Oh dear. Il Muto has done some stupid things. Mostly casting Carlotta. Anyway, that’s that. Basically, Buquet dies. That’s the notable thing. He gone. Dead. D-E-A-D dead. RIP, etc, etc. Done.

Notable Quotes:

“A toad, Madame? Perhaps it is you who are the toad.”- Phantom

“His Lordship sure would die of shock! His Lordship is a laughing stock!”- chorus dudes


Ah yes, dramatically racing up stairways. Christine and Raoul are running from the scene of Buquet’s death, all while dramatically singing. It’s amazing. Of course, Mr. Non-Believer Raoul is all “Christine, there is no Phantom of the Opera. You’re just hallucinating again.” Of course, ding-dong, you are wrong. THIS IS WHY I DON’T LIKE YOU RAOUL. YOU DON’T BELIEVE IN PHANTOM. Yep. This song is often grouped together with Raoul I’ve Been There, the next song on the soundtrack.

Notable Quotes:

“There is no Phantom of the Opera.”- Raoul (ding-dong, you are wrong)

“And in this labyrinth, where night is blind, The Phantom of the Opera is here/there, inside my/your mind!”- Raoul and Christine

“And if he has to kill a thousand men, the Phantom of the Opera will kill and kill again.”- Christine


She finally convinced him that the Phantom exists. Good. That took too long, bro. Oh nope, as I scan the lyrics for quotes (I do have most of these memorized, but I’m a bit ignorant while singing), no he’s still a non-believer. Geesh. But she’s telling him about her trip down to the lair, even though she makes it sound absolutely miserable. To me, it sounds entertaining to go down there with Phantom. But I just love him, so…yeah. Anyway…the next song is one I absolutely loathe. It’s a cute song if you ignore the fact it’s a dramatic love song between Raoul and Christine. But I’m biased. Don’t listen to Leese.

Notable Quotes:

“What you heard was a dream and nothing more.”- Raoul (again I say, ding-dong, you are wrong)

“Raoul, I’ve been there, to his world of unending night. To a world where the daylight dissolves into darkness, darkness. Raoul, I’ve seen him! Can I ever forget that sight? Can I ever escape from that face? So distorted, deformed, it was hardly a face, in the darkness, darkness. But his voice filled my spirit with a strange, sweet sound. In that night, there was music in my mind .And through music my soul began to soar! And I’d heard as I’d never heard before.”- Christine (yes, that’s most of the song)


Oh dear. It’s not that I dislike the song, it’s that I dislike the couple in the song. But that’s my unpopular/irrelevent opinion. Yep. Basically, Raoul is making all these promises to Christine (which he breaks in LND, mind you. I know most of you hate LND, but my friend loves it. I’ve never seen it), and then they get all romantic. It’s extremely fluffy. Of course, Phantom was here this whole time and feels absolutely betrayed. Essentially, my thoughts of this song are that it’s cute but I don’t like Raoul. At all. Of course he’s better than Carlotta, but isn’t everyone?  Anyway, I’m done here. Next is the most HEARTBREAKING song in the whole show.

Notable Quotes:

“Love me…that’s all I ask of you!” – Christine and Raoul

“Say you’ll share with me one love, one lifetime.”- Christine/Raoul (they sing it at different points of the song)


The first time I heard this, I said “RIP my heart.” My friend proceeded to say “Yep. And RIP my eye makeup.” I believe both of these to be true. Basically, the Phantom sees that Christine has chosen Raoul over him, which is the WORST FEELING EVER most likely. He feels betrayed, cheated, everything. And of course gets very angry, because well, he’s the Phantom. And who wouldn’t? The girl he loved, taught, helped through struggles, did so much for, had just betrayed him for her childhood sweetheart. I find this to be the most heartbreaking song in the whole show and I almost cry every time I hear it. I’ll just be listening to my Phantom/LND playlist (don’t judge me) and suddenly just become very sad because the reprise of All I Ask Of You came on. Basically, for this part, get tissues. You will cry. And of course, the first time I was watching Phantom, I had it on YouTube and had to go to bed right after this ended. So I was in depressing sleep. Yep. It was painful.

Notable Quotes:

“The whole song.”

“You will curse the day you did not do…all that…the Phantom asked of YOOOUUUUUU!”- Phantom (obviously)

“I gave you my music. Made your song take wing.”- Phantom

“*ugly sobbing*”- Leese (not a legit quote)


I do rather like this song. It’s nicely executed and I love all the different costumes here. But it’s extremely hard to sing as the lyrics move in extreme speed mode. But I’m learning, I’m learning. I think it’s rather deep, how they talk about how no one can ever figure out who you are if you’re in a mask the whole time. Of course, this song makes me cringe at Andre and Firmin’s stupidity. IF YOU’RE TRYING TO AVOID A MASKED MAN, DO NOT THROW A MASKED BALL. It’s that simple! Then everyone’s so surprised when the Phantom shows up at the end of this/beginning of Why So Silent, and I’m just pulling my hair out because the managers are idiots. Most of this of this song is sung by a chorus, which is nice to see. Of course, ALW had to put a bit of Christine/Raoul fluff halfway through, which is a bit irritating because Raoul is still a nonbeliever when it comes to Phantom. How long will it take you, bro? And that’s all I have to say here before I say some not so nice things about Raoul, which will offend Eruanna.

Notable Quotes:
“Masquerade! Paper faces on parade! Masquerade! Hide your face so the world will never find you.”- Chorus

“Look, your future bride.”- Christine


One of my all-time favorites. I don’t know why. But yep, this is one of Leese’s Picks (TM) , patent pending. The Phantom is being a drama queen again, no one’s surprised, but it’s just so amazing! He comes dramatically down the stairs, which is amazing, and the rhythm here is absolute perfection. Probably because it’s a Phantom solo. This song is often grouped with Masquerade, but I’m counting it as its own song because it’s just that fabulous. Unfortunately, I cannot say too much about it because it’s very very short, but it’s absolutely amazing. Not to mention that it reveals Don Juan Triumphant, which is a very important opera/plot point.

Notable Quotes:

“Why so silent, good messieurs? Did you think that I had left you for good?”- Phantom (fun fact: I used this to start a conversation once)

“No doubt she’ll do her best, it’s true, her voice is good, she knows, though should she wish to excel..she still has much to learn..if pride will let her return to me…her teacher…her teacher.”- Phantom


There are two songs named Notes. Work with me here. This one is a bit of a reaction to Don Juan, which not that many people are pleased with. Especially not Carlotta. Man, she is ANGRY! Mostly because Christine got the role of Aminta, the lead female role. But you know what? Christine sings much better than you, Carlotta. So just shut up. This song isn’t in the movie (I don’t think. It’s not on the soundtrack as its own song, anyway). Unfortunately, I cannot find any quotes for this song. Mostly because I get the other song when I search up Notes.


I kept these two grouped together because I’m not entirely sure what to say about them. There aren’t that many lyrics for any of them. Essentially, this is where you learn the Phantom’s EXTREMELY depressing backstory. As I’ve been saying for the past few songs, bring tissues. You might end up sad. I did. But that’s because I pitied Phantom from the bottom of my heart. I’m weird like that. Umm…that’s all I have to say here. Ooh, wait! Raoul finally starts believing in the Phantom! Yay!

Notable Quotes:

“I hid him from the world and its cruelties.”- Madame Giry

“But clearly, Madame Giry, genius has turned to madness.”- Raoul


Christine is going to the cemetery to see her father’s grave. That much is obvious. But it turns out that the carriage man is really the Phantom! She arrives at the graveyard and lauches into a very depressing song called Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again. You’ll cry. I came pretty close. Oh, and on the carriage ride, she starts singing The Phantom of the Opera (the song, not the musical. That’d be me you’re thinking of). I’m not going to list any quotes here, as the only lyrics are the first verse of the title song.


AUUUUGGGGHHH DEPRESSING!! Christine is at the cemetery to visit her father’s grave, which is sad enough, but when she sings a heartbreaking song about it, everything is worse. I almost cried and my friend was just like, “Oh yes, that one’s sad.” Of course, her singing skills were on point in this scene. The lyrics in this song are absolutely the best and I consider this song to have some of the best quotes from the whole movie. But I always find depressing things to be very quotable. The song also has part of Little Lotte in it, which makes it all the more sad because she’s talking about how her father promised to send the Angel of Music to her. Ah, I need to stop before I make myself cry. Or maybe I’m just stuffy. I don’t know. But this is a sad song. Which means everyone should listen to it! Yay! This is one of my favorite songs on the soundtrack, and I have good taste, if I say so myself. And now it comes on. Gosh. I’m going to cry.

Notable Quotes:

“Too many years, fighting back tears. Why can’t the past just die?”- Christine

“You were once a friend and father.”- Christine

“Wishing you were somehow here again.”- Christine

“Try to forgive, teach me to live.”- Christine

“No more memories, no more silent tears. No more gazing across the wasted years.”- Christine

“Help me say Goodbye.”- Christine


Aka naive Christine. She finds herself believing that the Phantom is her father, which even I think was stupid of her to do. And I defend most t.hings she does. But this song is absolutely beautiful. She remembers all that was good with the Phantom, or at least that’s how I interpret it. But of course Raoul ruins everything by telling her that it’s not her father. C’mon man, you ruined a happily ever after! I think this song is absolutely gorgeous and it’s a shame that it doesn’t get as much attention as it should. It starts right after Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again ends, but they aren’t grouped together on the soundtrack. Part of it is to the tune of Angel of Music, which I find nicely done. (I pause this to tell LND!Raoul to shut up. He’s bugging me.) But yes, Wandering Child is absolutely amazing and the opening part will get stuck in your head.

Notable Quotes:

“Angel or father? Friend or Phantom?”- Christine

“Have you forgotten your angel?”- Phantom

“What endless longings, echo in this whisper?”- Christine


A swordfight. Exactly what it sounds like. Basically, Raoul and Phantom fight intensely because Raoul got angry at the Phantom for “mind tricking” Christine. Phantom cuts Raoul’s arm, but then gets pinned down. Luckily Christine tells him not to kill Phantom, which is good or we’d have a heartbroken Leese. So yeah. That happened. Since this is instrumental, we have no quotes today.


Probably the catchiest song on the soundtrack. I am trying to make a drum cover of it, but I can’t figure out the rhythm. I find it well executed and absolutely beautiful. Even though they’re talking about killing Phantom, which is NOT OKAY. DEFINITELY NOT OKAY. It’s a trio thingy between Andre, Firmin, and Raoul. And I promise you, this will be stuck in your head for weeks and you’ll find yourself trying to figure out the rhythm. That’s a Leese guarantee. Naturally, their plan fails, which is pretty sucky. But whatever! Phantom forever!

Notable Quotes:

“We have all been blind. And yet the answer is staring us in the face! This…could be the chance. To ensnare our clever friend.”- Raoul


I’m putting this song in the position it is in when it comes to the movie, even though in the musical it’s grouped with the second edition of Notes. Essentially, this song is Christine panicking over the Phantom, even though she really shouldn’t. He wouldn’t hurt her. But she’s all concerned that he’s going to kill her. I absolutely love this song and I’m not sure why. Probably because it’s almost as catchy as We Have All Been Blind.

Notable Quotes:

“What horrors wait for me in this, the Phantom’s Opera?”- Christine

“Twisted every way, which answer can I give? Am I to risk my life to win the chance to live?”- Christine


Rehearsals for Don Juan are beginning! Yay! Christine got the main role! Of course, the content of this song is a little…questionable. It’s a little…not appropriate for smaller, more innocent children. I was surprised when I heard it for the first time. I knew that things got a bit romantic, but I wasn’t ready for this. Definitely not. Of course, it’s absolutely beautiful, and the ballet midway through has some phenomenal violin music. And it’s probably a bit awkward with Piangi, an old man, as the love interest and Christine, who is approximately sixteen, as the female lead. Of course, that’s just my opinion. It’s rather irrelevant most of the time.

Notable Quotes:

“No dreams within her heart but dreams of love!”- Christine

“No second thoughts.”- Phantom


Ramin’s version is the best. Sorry Gerard/Michael/every other Phantom. Anyway, this song is a continuation of Don Juan after the Phantom replaces Piangi in singing with Christine. He professes his love to her in an extremly cute rendition of All I Ask Of You while Raoul looks on very disgustedly. I love this song even though it’s about…yeah. Things that are not appropriate for discussing on this blog. Who knows why I like it? I just think it’s cool sounding. Who knows why? Probably because I feel like the Phantom is at least getting part of a happy ending.  And the poor man needs a happy ending. I could rant about that all day.

Notable Quotes:

“Past the point of no return, no going back now.”- Christine

“The bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn!”- Phantom and Christine

“Anywhere you go let me go too. Christine, that’s all I ask of-*overture starts blaring*”- Phantom


Again, I have these grouped together because Im not ceertain where one ends and the other begins. I think Track Down This Murderer is the mob singing, but I’m not certain.

Anyway, this song starts off (in the movie) right after the Chandelier Crash and as he Phantom is taking Christine to his lair again, hence the title. There is an angry mob following them and trying to kill the Phantom, which is upsetting. Meanwhile, Mme Giry and Raoul are trying to get down there and save Christine. This is one of the most frantic songs I’ve ever heard, with a lot of feeling in it and Phantom, Christine, and Raoul all singing in a crazed trio thing. It’s really hard to sing (trust me, I try to sing all the parts). It’s super crazy intense. And of course, being Leese, I do rather pity the Phantom here. He truly loves Christine and ends up getting rejected. How rude. But the Phantom does get one kiss from Christine, which made me extremely happy that he got a semi-happy ending in that sense.

Then, toward the end, Phantom realizes that the mob is coming. He tells Christine to leave and forget everything. Of course, she can’t forget about all this. Who could?

Then it ends. The song ends, as does the main part of the movie. The Phantom disappears and all that’s left of him is his mask, which Meg finds and takes back to the surface. And Leese cries.

Notable Quotes:

“Down once more to the dungeons of my black despair! Down we plunge to the prison of my mind!”- Phantom

“Why you ask was I bound and chained in this cold and dismal place?”- Phantom

“Wait, I think, my dear, we have a guest!”- Phantom (I absolutely ADORE how Gerard Butler says this line. He puts just enough venom into it and it really shows how he feels about Raoul. It’s PERFECT. This is the line that makes or breaks a Phantom for me.)

“Please, Raoul, it’s useless!”- Christine

“The world showed no compassion to me!”- Phantom

“The tears I might have shed for your dark fate…grow cold and turn to tears of hate!”- Christine

“For any way you choose you cannot win!”- Phantom

“Pitiful creature of darkness, what kind of life have you known? God give me courage to show you, you are not alone!”- Christine (sorry about using His name in vain. Those are the song’s lyrics, so I had to put them like that)

“It’s over now, the music of the night!”- Phantom


Yes, I know I said that Down Once More/Track Down This Murderer was last. But in the credits of the movie, Minnie Driver (Carlotta) sings another song, seeing as it was not Driver who sang in the movie as she had no opera experience. Fun fact: I used to think this song was Mme Giry singing, and I still tend to believe that it’s about her. Who knows why? But anyway, it’s the credits song and it’s absolutely amazing! Speaking of which, it came on just now as I write this. It has such a soft, sweet melody that I can’t bear to leave it out of this. And Driver’s voice is just amazing! Well, that’s all for this song.

Notable Quotes:

‘Learn how to love life that is lived alone.”- Minnie Driver


Well, that’s all for this post! Thanks again to H.G of Middle Hyrule for letting me steal her idea and modify it to be about Phantom! The next post will be out soon, and it should be a rather short one, seeing as there aren’t that many relationships in Phantom. But I will be expressing my opinion on all of them, and that could take a while. Mostly because I could rant for years upon years about E/C. Hehehehehehehehehehehe…Sorry to you R/C shippers, mostly Eruanna. Anyway, that’s all for now! Bye guys!



The Phantom of the Opera- SPOILER WARNING

Okay, so this is probably my most recent fandom, and not that many people have heard of it. I’ve been in this fandom for a total of three weeks as of today, which is a short time compared to many other people, but I’m also younger than the musical itself. I also stole this idea from my “sister” Eruanna, so go to her blog to read something like this with the musical Hamilton.

Wonder what it is? Well, just look at the title! It’s…The Phantom of the Opera! Let’s take a look at the plot. There will be spoilers.

Well, in short, it’s about a young girl named Christine Daae who finds herself as a mysterious man’s object of obsession. But there’s so much more than that! There’s love, adventure, moments that will terrify you out of your mind, and feels. Lots and lots of feels. Especially if you’re a Phantom/Christine shipper like myself. It was written by the amazing Andrew Lloyd Webber, who also wrote the hit musical Cats, though it was based on the book  by Gaston Leroux.

It starts off with a scene set in the future, once Christine has *chokes back sobs* died and Raoul is at an auction. Then a tarp gets ripped off a chandelier and it zooms back to the past to show the strange story of the Phantom and Christine. Act One is basically just normal stuff, happy songs, the occasional dramatic moment, etc. Act I ends with the reprise of All I Ask of You, which is about when the movie/ musical turns into a sobfest.

Act II takes place six months later, beginning with a masquerade ball. Now this is where it gets crazy/intense. There’s a new opera called Don Juan Triumphant, and he forces Christine into playing the lead. The Phantom shows up mid-opera and takes Christine back to his lair, leaving everyone to save her. It ends heartbreakingly when Christine goes with Raoul, which depressed me because I ship Christine/Phantom very very hard.

So, that’s enough about the plot. So much for a short explanation. Oopsies. Let’s take a look at the characters!

Naturally, we need to start with the titular character. By the way, all the images I’m using are from the 2004 movie directed by Joel Schumacher.


Oh my goodness, I love the Phantom. He’s amazing! Though, if you ask most people, he’s a homicidal maniac. This portrayal of him was done by Gerard Butler, who most of you might recognize as the man who shouted “THIS! IS! SPARTAAAAAA!!!” Yep. I ship him with Christine, and they’re just adorable, though noncanonical. Sob. He doesn’t really end up with anyone, which is fine because he has quadrillions of fangirls. Probably. He has a hard time making friends, which is why I see him as a sad lost puppy. He is an amazing singer and taught Christine how to use her voice. He was her Angel of Music. Okay, I’m going to stop talking about the Phantom/Erik until I cry for three years.

Christine Daae.jpg

Ah, Christine. The beautiful, talented, amazing Christine, portrayed by Emmy Rossum, one of my favorite actresses because she’s just a small child who needs protection. She ends up with Raoul at the end of the movie, which is depressing for us Christine/Phantom shippers. The orphaned daughter of a Swedish violinist, she lived in the Opera Populaire for years, being taught to sing by the Phantom. She later becomes the object of  his adoration, and even goes down to his lair quite a few times. She sings in almost every song in the movie, save for Music of the Night, Prima Donna, and the reprise of All I Ask of You. In short, I love Christine, and I do look up to her for the ability to stay strong during troubles, though I do not appreciate her decision of marrying Raoul. And let’s not speak of what happens to her in Love Never Dies, mostly because I haven’t seen it. Though I do know that bad things happen…bad, bad, bad things. 

Now this small angel is Meg Giry. The blonde one, of course. She’s a ballet girl and the daughter of the amazing Madame Giry, one of my favorite characters. She’s also Christine’s best friend, which has to be amazing. Of course, she can be a bit overly curious sometimes, as seen when she went through the mirror after Christine. There’s also a line that she says toward the beginning that makes most people want her to shut up. Long story. I believe that Meg is one of the best singers in the movie, though they hardly ever give her anything to sing. I believe she only sings in Angel of Music, which makes me very sad. THEN SHE GOES COMPLETELY PSYCHO IN LOVE NEVER DIES. I WOULD KNOW BECAUSE I’M LISTENING TO THE SONG WHERE SHE GOES AND SHOOTS CHRISTINE! DO NOT LISTEN TO PLEASE MISS GIRY I WANT TO GO BACK IF YOU DON’T WANT YOUR HEART RIPPED OUT. She’s amazing in Phantom though…so…yeah. I love Meg. 

Madame Giry, who I’m not totally sure if she has a first name/ if it is ever explicitly stated. I know there’s something where it says her first name is Antoinette, but I’m not sure. I just refer to her as Madame Giry. Anyway, I should stop rambling about that. 

I adore Madame Giry and consider her an amazing mother to Meg. Other than the whole, ya know, going psycho thing. But that’s a story for once I’ve seen Love Never Dies. As of now I’ve mostly been talked to about it by my friend and listened to le soundtrack. But there are reasons that the corps de ballet at the Opera Populaire (no idea if I spelled that right, just saying) are the best. And it’s all because of Madame Giry. She’s so kind to everyone, especially the Phantom aka Erik, and refuses to betray him, even when Raoul is pestering her for information. Seriously, if Madame Giry was my ballet teacher, I’d probably still be taking dance. 

Ah yes, Raoul, Vicomte de Chagny. Personally, I dislike Raoul purely because he got in the way of my OTP and dislikes my favorite character, the Phantom. He’s my least favorite character, though I do still like him a bit. I just find flaws in his logic (point in question: Hey, remember me? We grew up together! Marry me!). I know that isn’t exactly how it went down, but that’s how I see it. I just prefer the Phantom. In every way. Feel free to question my logic. I like debating, especially fandom debating. Then there’s the path he takes in Love Never Dies. There is one song there that makes me pity him though…it’s called Why Does She Love Me. And it’s depressing. 

I do not like Carlotta. I do not like her one bit. Scratch what I said earlier. She’s my least favorite character in Phantom. Ugh! Minnie Driver’s acting was impeccable, but I just loathe Carlotta. She’s snobby and annoying and a brat. Not to mention that she went on a rampage. Christine is a much better singer than her. And she should have been replaced. That’s all I have to say about Carlotta. 

Andre and Firmin. Firmin and Andre. You can’t have one without the other. That’s why I grouped them together. I believe that Andre is the gray haired man and Firmin is the one with the Elvis hair. Don’t quote me on that. They’re hilarious, not the sharpest crayons in the box, and the source of one of Phantom’s most famous quotes, which happens to be “Far too many notes for my taste, and most of them about Christine!” 

Everyone seems to ship them, but I do not. I just think they are hilarious and slightly stupid managers who have no idea what they’re doing. 
Those are all the characters I’m going to talk about for now. If anyone notices that I’ve missed one, please let me know and I’ll add them in! 
Well, that’s all for now! See y’all at my next post, which will be a countdown of the best songs in Phantom. Warning: I’ll be doing the deluxe version of the soundtrack, which has about thirty songs on it.