by Laura DeLuca
Phantom
Dark Musicals Trilogy, Book 1
By Laura DeLuca
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Phantom
Copyright ©2012, Laura DeLuca
Select quotations from The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux
ISBN: 978-1-938397-00-4
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Dedication
For the real Lord Justyn Christofel.
May we someday meet outside of cyber space.
AND
In loving memory of Jarad Patko
“This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.”
—Don McLean
“Close your eyes for your eyes can only tell the truth
and the truth isn’t what you want to see…
In the dark it is easy to pretend,
That the truth is what is ought to be.”
—The Phantom (Andrew Lloyd Weber)
Chapter One
“Why are you so nervous, Becca?” Carmen Webber asked. “You’ve got to be the only person in the school who’s had the entire script memorized since kindergarten. Besides, you have an amazing voice. You’re going to be fine. Really!”
Her best friend’s compliments did little to placate Rebecca Hope’s nerves as she waited in the high school auditorium for auditions to begin. Her gnawed fingernails were a testament to those nerves. They were practically chewed down to the stubs. From her shaking hands to her churning stomach, the rest of her body wasn’t fairing much better.
It was completely out of character for her to be doing something so outgoing. The first three years of high school, Rebecca had strived to go unnoticed. She was involved in activities, but mostly the kind that no one paid attention to, like the Ecology Club and the orchestra. Places where she could blend in with a hundred other non-descript faces. But when she heard that the drama club was going to be performing Phantom, she had done something completely against her shy and quiet nature. She had signed up to try out for a part.
Phantom was her all time favorite play, her all time favorite story in general. The sad plight of Erik, the deformed musical genius who lived in the tunnels under a Paris opera house, and the inner struggle of Christine, the beautiful opera diva he took under his wing, was a love story that gave her goose bumps no matter how many times she watched it. She forced her parents to make the three-hour drive from their hometown in Egg Harbor, New Jersey, to New York City every year so she could see it live on stage. She had twelve different movie versions on DVD, including the slasher version. And she owned every soundtrack that was ever put out. Those soundtracks played in her car every morning as she drove to school. For Rebecca, Phantom was more than just one of the greatest musical scores ever composed. It was her personal obsession. This was why she had to try out for a part. Still, as the butterflies in her stomach threatened to morph into giant birds of prey, she had to wonder if she had made the right choice. Maybe she should have stayed safely hidden in the back rows of the orchestra, clutching her violin and bow, and going completely unnoticed by both the audience and her classmates.
Rebecca took a deep, shaky breath, and turned to her friends. “I think I’m going to throw up.” She admitted.
Carmen rolled the deep brown eyes she had inherited from her Cuban mother. Exotic and beautiful, the dark haired Latina never had to worry about what people thought of her. She wasn’t nervous about auditioning at all. She was a good enough dancer to guarantee her at least a part in the chorus. Not like Rebecca who could barely walk without tripping and whose mousy brown hair and dull hazel eyes made her the poster child for plain and boring. She must have been insane to even consider doing this. She was going to make a total fool of herself.
Her other longtime friend, Debbie O’Neil, was more sympathetic. Overly tall for a girl and somewhat stocky, Debbie understood what it was like to be less than perfect in a teenage world that required nothing less than perfection to fit in. She patted Rebecca’s hand soothingly.
“You’re going to be fine, Becca.” Debbie consoled. “Just relax. If I can do this, you certainly can. Anyway, we still have to get through the guys’ auditions before you’ll have to get on stage.”
Rebecca nodded and settled back into her seat to wait. One way or the other, it would all be over soon. She just had to make it through the next hour without fainting.
“Oh my God, look,” Carmen suddenly exclaimed. She squeezed Rebecca’s wrist so hard it almost hurt. “It’s Tom Rittenhouse. Isn’t he hot?”
Hot hardly seemed an adequate description. Dreamy. Gorgeous. The epitome of male perfection. Even those words fell short. Multi-talented, rich and handsome—Thomas Rittenhouse was the school’s most sought after heartthrob. He was the basketball star, the surfer extraordinaire, and the male lead of all the plays since his freshman year. He was first in everything, so it was no surprise that he would be the first to audition. Rebecca had always secretly had a crush on him, but of course, he didn’t even know that she existed.
Tom took his spot on the stage, and the orchestra erupted into a sudden, full-bodied ballad that echoed melodically off the high ceilings of the auditorium. Rebecca felt herself melting into the cushions of the seat as Tom took his place behind the microphone. If Phantom was her obsession then Tom was her fantasy. And it was pure fantasy and nothing more. There was no way that the blue-eyed, blond-haired, would-be supermodel was ever going to notice Rebecca Hope. She had a better chance of being hit by lighting and winning the lottery on the same day.
“He’s definitely going to get the lead,” Carmen gushed when Tom began his overture. “He’s the only logical choice.”
“Shhh!” Their English teacher, Miss King, who doubled as the head of the drama club and director of the play, hissed at Carmen and put a manicured finger to her lips. “Quiet!”
Rebecca thought the teacher’s thick, plastered on foundation was going to crack from the effort, but she was glad when her friend was chastised to silence. It allowed her to concentrate on the beauty of the music. The male solo was one of her favorite pieces. But Rebecca was more interested in the performer than the performance. Tom’s voice was a little rough around the edges, but it was adequate. Their high school, Mainland Regional, had a limited supply of willing male participants in the drama club. Tom was hardly Andre Bocelli, but he always managed to pull off his roles with poise. Besides, it didn’t really matter if he gave a less than flawless performance. He had no competition.
Rebecca couldn’t help but admire Tom’s brown skin as he stepped down from the stage. It was still sun-kissed from the previous summer. She smiled at him as he passed by, but as usual, she was invisible. Tom didn’t even notice her as he took his seat a few rows back, accompanied by the other brave boys who had decided to try out for the play. The majority of them were freshman and sophomores who didn’t know what they were getting into.
“Jay Kopp!” called Miss. King, as she flipped through her audition list. The answering spitball that landed in her teased hair remained there unnoticed; Jay sauntered up to the stage with the unmistakable air of a class clown who reveled in his title.
Jay cleared his throat in a highly exaggerated fashion as the music started again, and then plunged into the most God-awful singing that Rebecca had ever h
eard. Singing? Squawking was more like it, and even that was putting it mildly. As he sang, his arms flailed dramatically and his face twisted into the silliest expressions he could manage. Beside her, Carmen groaned and rolled her eyes.
“Jay is such a goof.” She complained. “He’s what my dad would call a social hand grenade. He doesn’t take anything seriously.”
Debbie laughed. “Sure he does. He takes being the comic relief seriously.” She covered her ears as Jay hit a particularly sour note. “And I think he’s proven his point, so enough is enough already!”
Miss King apparently agreed with Debbie’s assessment. “Thank you, Jay,” she said, and signaled the orchestra to silence before the second verse had ended. “That’s quite enough.”
Jay took an exaggerated bow, and Tom and the other guys hooted and whistled as he went back to join them. They all exchanged high fives as Jay took his seat. It was strange to think that Tom and Jay were best friends. They were as different as night and day. Jay was tall and lanky, with a shock of reddish-blond hair and abundant freckles. He could only be classified as a nerd, if he could be classified at all. It seemed more appropriate that he would be a flunky than a friend to the popular Tom. Yet the two had been inseparable since junior high. They reminded Rebecca of Zack and Screech from the old nineties’ sitcom Saved by the Bell.
A few more mediocre performances followed, all of which seemed like masterpieces after Jay’s shoddy efforts. While they were tolerable they were hardly Phantom material. Rebecca wondered how they would possibly cast both the opera ghost and the hero role of Raoul, the count who was in love with Christine, when they had such limited talent. Not that it really mattered that much. This was high school after all, not Broadway. They could be completely terrible, and the parents and grandparents in the audience would still give them a standing ovation when it was all over.
“Lord . . . Justyn?”
It sounded more like a question than an audition call. Miss King looked slightly baffled as she scanned her paperwork and read the last name on her list of male candidates. Once she was certain she had read the name correctly, she called it out once more with a little more confidence. When she received no immediate response, she seemed ready to dismiss the whole thing as a joke. But then a strange black clad figure seemed to materialize in the corner of the stage, and with practiced grace, he moved towards the center of the platform and the waiting microphone.
“That’s Justyn Patko.” Carmen informed Rebecca matter-of-factly. Luckily her best friend was the queen of gossip. “He just moved here this year. From Vegas, I think. He’s in my Calculus class.”
“He’s a little creepy if you ask me,” Debbie whispered.
Creepy he might have been to some, with his black clothes trimmed with silver chains, black hair, and black fingernails. He was obviously Gothic to the core, a fashion statement Rebecca had always thought was secretly a cry for attention. But for Justyn, there seemed no other possibility. She couldn’t imagine the darkly mysterious figure dressed in earth tones or preppy, button-down shirts. They would have clashed with his dark eyes and pale skin. She had seen him in the hallway a few times, but they didn’t share any classes, so Rebecca had never really taken the time to study him before. Despite his odd style, there was something strangely appealing about Justyn. In his own way, he was just as handsome as Tom.
The orchestra tuned for its virtuoso, and Justyn stood ready. But no one else was ready for the magical performance he began. Beside her, Carmen was rambling on about something mundane. Rebecca elbowed her to silence so she could listen to the perfectly thrilling tenor. As she listened to the song unfold, the world around her started to slip away. Gone was the high school auditorium. Gone were the rowdy teenagers. The Gothic stranger on the stage had become the embodiment of Erik, and Rebecca watched him in all his dark glory, belting out his tormented love through the words of his song. And she was as breathless with wonder as Christine herself must have been when the masked stranger serenaded her in the candlelit labyrinth of the opera house. In that moment, Justyn wasn’t just portraying the phantom. Justyn was the phantom.
“Let the music touch your soul.
Let the darkness make you whole.
Do not fear what is unknown.
Your true path has now been shown.
Listen to the words I sing.
Embrace the peace that night will bring.”
As he continued to sing in his deep but somehow angelic voice, Rebecca found that she couldn’t tear her eyes away from him. With every line, her heart began to beat faster. She truly felt the arms of night wrapping her in a warm embrace. She could almost feel the hands of the phantom glide along her body as the words poured forth. The music caressed her. It possessed her—mind, body, and soul. Each word left her longing, yearning for more.
She was gawking so obviously, it was hardly surprising when Justyn felt her eyes on him and steadily met her gaze. She realized her mouth was hanging open in stunned awe, and she quickly snapped it shut. His lips moved into just a small hint of a smile. He never took his eyes off her while he sang the final verse, making her cheeks flush to the point that she felt almost feverish. It wasn’t embarrassment but excitement, arousal even, which was sending her mind spinning in so many directions.
When the song was over, and Rebecca had recovered just a hint of her composure, she couldn’t help but burst into a healthy round of applause. A few scattered people joined in, including Debbie and Carmen after she nudged them in the ribs. But only Miss King seemed to truly appreciate the brilliance of his talent as much as Rebecca did.
“That was amazing, Justyn!” The teacher gushed.
“Lord Justyn.” He corrected as he stepped down from the stage.
A few others complimented him as well, but he took it all in stride. In fact, his serious expression never faltered as he stepped down from the stage. He seemed almost bored, like it was all he could do to hold back a yawn, despite the smiles and words of encouragement.
But not everyone in the crowd was pleased as Justyn glided down the aisle, so ethereal in his dark garments that he still resonated the spirit of the Opera Ghost. Miss King might have been excited about the newest male addition to her cast after being limited for many years, but Tom and his group of boisterous companions glared at him as he passed them by. Jay sneered and tossed a balled up piece of paper in Justyn’s direction, but the Goth was quick, and caught it in his hand without missing a beat.
“I think you dropped something,” he said.
His speaking voice was no less melodic than his singing voice, but something about his tone made Rebecca shiver. He tossed the paper back at Jay, who was nowhere near as coordinated as Justyn. He practically fell off his seat in his efforts to catch it.
“Hey, vampire,” Tom called when Justyn began to walk away. “Are you sure you can handle the competition?”
Justyn smiled, a cool, sarcastic half-smile, and crossed his arms over his chest. “Are you?”
Miss King didn’t notice the short confrontation, and Justyn vanished from the auditorium as quickly and mysteriously as he had appeared. Only Rebecca had noticed the very real tension between the two boys. She wondered if it was a bad omen for them to start off the production with hard feelings and envy. That could only lead to trouble. The kind of trouble that could end with someone getting hurt. The kind of trouble that Rebecca would do whatever it took to avoid.
Chapter Two
“Settle down, people! We’re ready to move on to the girls’ auditions!” Lots of hooting followed Miss King’s announcement. “Carmen Webber, you’re up first.”
Carmen bounced onto the stage nonchalantly, no more perturbed than she would be walking up to the lunch line in the cafeteria. She didn’t look nervous at all. Rebecca didn’t know how she did it. Nothing fazed her. Rebecca wished she had half her confidence.
Carmen gave a fair performance followed by four underclassman of varied inadequacy. But their singing ability wasn’t nearly as impor
tant as the fact that they had all been going to dance school for as long as they could walk. Their voices would blend well enough for the choreographed dance scenes that they would undoubtedly appear in. Rebecca wondered if she would wind up in the chorus as well. She shuddered at the thought of trying to move in graceful synchronized motions with two-dozen other girls. Her idea of graceful was making it the whole day without walking into any walls.
Even worse, what if she ended up lost behind the scenes as a stagehand, lugging around heavy props and missing half the show in the process? She should have stayed in the orchestra. At least there she would have been guaranteed a part in the music that she loved. There was no telling what was going to happen to her now.
“Wendy Wright!” called Miss King.
“Snob alert,” Carmen whispered.
Wendy all but skipped up to the microphone. As far as confidence went, Wendy was brimming over with it. She wasn’t so much auditioning as she was warming up for the final encore of her senior year. Her wide smile implied that she had no doubt that she would star alongside Tom, just as she had for the past three years. She did have a beautiful voice, and coupled with her stunning mane of thick blonde hair and sparkling green eyes, she was certainly everything that a blooming starlet was made of. She was the obvious choice for the role of Christine. Anyone with eyes could see that.
