Eric

Christine Daae stood before the mirror in her dressing room, clutching the sheet music in her hands. Tomorrow was her debut on the grand stage, and nervousness overflowed in her heart. She had heard the whispers backstage about the mysterious mentor helping her unlock her voice. Christine knew: it was the Phantom of the Opera.

She spent the entire evening practicing her aria, and the night in prayers and anxious dreams. Morning brought with it the bustle and the scents of the theater: makeup, powder, wax. Sitting before the mirror, Christine began preparing for her entrance. With light movements, she applied her makeup, trying to hide her agitation behind a mask of composure. Every stroke of the brush, every shade of eyeshadow brought her closer to the image she was meant to embody on stage.

When the curtain rose, Christine stepped into the spotlight. Her voice, pure and powerful, filled the hall. In that moment, she was not just a singer—she was the voice of music itself, the Phantom's embodied dream and the hope of the theater.