Third Person POV

The Angel of Music looked down sadly at the scene before her. The man had such passion, such talent, even after all the hard years in his life. But he was going to let this event consume him, resulting in -in her mind- the worst decision he could make. He was going to take himself out of the world, taking his music with him. The Angel of Music would not allow this. Not after all the years she spent watching him, giving him talent that she was happy to see him hone, giving him opportunities to share his music with the world-opportunities that he did not take. She silently mused to herself. No. This will definitely not do. If he was to continue on with his music, he needed something else. He needed someone else. Someone to bring back his music, and to finally give him the happiness that he deserved, but was too afraid to go after. He needed a new muse. The only question now was: where to find her?

Daina's POV

I'll admit it, I love happy endings. There's so many horrible things going on in the world that the only way to escape is to visit another world. The only way to do so, at least for now, is with books, movies, and TV. And when those don't have happy endings, there's fanfiction. It took me a long time to get into fanfiction, but once I started, I couldn't stop. I would latch on to one particular character, or a particular story, and read as many as I could of that one subject. Sometimes it would take days, sometimes weeks to get through all the stories I wanted to. But there was one character that fascinated me, who dug his way into my heart, so I spent months dedicated to his stories, and his alone. He was the Phantom of the Opera, the Opera Ghost, or just plain Erik.

One day my high school orchestra teacher decided that we would play a melody of Phantom of the Opera. I had heard of it, of course, but never read any of the books, or seen any of the movies. So I decide to start watching it on Netflix. And I immediately fall in love with the story. Until Christine, betraying the one person who had guided her since her father had died, ripped off his mask. It was at that point I decided I would not continue on with the story if this man did not get a happy ending. And it turns out that he didn't. Here I was expecting a story similar to Beauty and the Beast and what did I get? A shallow bitch betrays a man who has done nothing but support her, and sure, he deceived her by pretending to be an Angel but it was really his only option. And in return for all the help he gave her she runs away with a man she had not seen since they were children, and really knew nothing about. I found a fanfiction where he finally got a happy ending, and forgot about him for a few years. But during my second year of college, we played Music of the Night in orchestra, and I remembered how much I loved his story. I spent the next 3 months reading only Phantom of the Opera Fanfics, besides the work I had to do for school, dedicated to him finding his happy ending. It was during this time period I knew that if I could go into any book, disappear into any story, it would be his. And I would do whatever I could possibly do to make him happy, as he deserved to be. What I didn't know, is that one day, and one day soon, I would get my chance.

I know this is a short prologue, but more is to come, I promise! This is my first story, so please be nice!