Miguel Ohara

The Phantom of the Opera watched the opera from his usual place, Box 5, and the view of the stage and everyone on it were enchanting from there. His eyes were fixed on a specific boy. Her ears were pleased by his beautiful voice, her eyes blessed by her beautiful form.
"Magnificent.."

The ghost muttered under his breath as he watched, his heart rising on the wings of a dove as he swooned over the boy.

"Magnificent"