| abstract | - Love Never Dies is a romantic musical with music by Andrew Lloyd Webber, lyrics by Glenn Slater with additional lyrics by Charles Hart, and book by Lloyd Webber and Ben Elton, with additional material by Slater and Frederick Forsyth. It is a sequel to Lloyd Webber's long-running musical The Phantom of the Opera. The musical is set in 1907, which Lloyd Webber states is, "ten years roughly after the end of the original Phantom," although the events of the original actually took place in 1881. Christine Daaé is invited to perform at Phantasma, a new attraction in Coney Island, by an anonymous impresario and, with her husband Raoul and son Gustave in tow, journeys to Brooklyn, unaware that it is the Phantom who has arranged her appearance in the popular beach resort. Although Lloyd Webber began working on Love Never Dies in 1990, it was not until 2007 that he began writing the music. The musical opened at the Adelphi Theatre in the West End on 9 March 2010 with previews from 22 February 2010. It was originally directed by Jack O'Brien and choreographed by Jerry Mitchell, however the show closed for four days in November 2010 for substantial re-writes, which were overseen by Lloyd Webber, and it opened with new direction from Bill Kenwright. Set and costume designs were by Bob Crowley. The original London production received mostly negative reviews, however, the subsequent Australian production featuring an entirely new design team and heavy revisions was generally better received. The planned Broadway production, which was to have opened simultaneously with the West End run, was delayed and then indefinitely postponed.
- I don't understand why Dove Song is making a huge deal about Sootclaw being the group's next deputy. Ever since Shaded was killed in that "border skirmish" three weeks ago, Dove Song has been obsessed with the deputy ceremony, forcing our healer, Fennel, to prepare a special ceremony for Sootclaw. See, this group is made up of ex-Clan cats, rogues, any cat who dislikes living on their own. The cat who created this group was a Clan exile named Rushwhisker. Renaming herself Rush Shadow, she gathered cats who were willing to join her new group. She called the group the Tall Shadows, a combination of her mother's name and her new name. I think it's a nice thing to do. Rush Shadow died shortly after appointing a deputy, a fiery young she-cat called Dove Song. This was before Sootclaw joined us; Dove Song appointed her friend, Shaded, as the deputy. And now Shaded's dead, but it doesn't matter much to Dove Song. I know that she is in love with Sootclaw. I always see her making eyes at him. I don't know if he knows about it or not, but I can tell many cats know, or at least notice. I watch as Fennel stalks silently into her den, obviously wishing to avoid Dove Song. Her dark grey tail melts into the shadows, and I try to hold in a sigh of relief. She seems exhausted because of Dove Song's orders being thrown at her left and right. She needs to rest. Dove Song is chatting with a couple of hunters. The small black-and-white tom named Rook suddenly lets out an exasperated hiss. I catch his angry words. "Enough about Sootclaw! You care about him more than you care about us!" He turns away with a lash of his tail and stalks off. The taller black she-cat, Cormorant, gives Dove Song an apologetic look. "I apologize." she murmurs, dipping her head. Then she stares into the grey leader's eyes. "But he isn't lying." She follows Rook, leaving Dove Song alone and stunned. Then her blue gaze snaps from the blankness and turns toward me. She smiles slightly. "Hello, Aster." she calls out, her voice gentle. She pads toward me, still smiling. I stand, my fur bristling slightly as she halts in front of me. "H-hi, Dove Song." I mumble quietly, barely audible. "How are you...? I-I mean, it's not my c-concern, it's just..." She frowns disapprovingly, then brushes her tail over my shoulder. "I've told you that you could call me Mother now, remember? Your father is my mate." More like 'was', I almost blurt out. I have more self-control and common sense, and I barely manage to stop myself. She moons over Sootclaw so much now that she's likely to have forgotten my father, Kestrel. Rook was correct; Dove Song doesn't care for him, nor for us. I only nod slightly in reply to her. "Right." Without another word, I rise to my paws and stride away, leaving her alone on the side of the clearing.
- “People die… But real love is forever.” Even In Death - Evanescence Valerie Barks had been the most grieving, depressed person on the planet Earth. She had lost all of her friends. They had drifted from her, not knowing how to deal with someone in a situation like this, because they were oblivious dumb broads. Her family was in different countries scattered across the globe. They didn’t even know of her husband’s death. The car accident that happened almost two years ago. Isaac… If only he could read her thoughts, he has no idea how much she is hurting for him. She misses him so much, she was ready to crack her chest open and sacrifice her heart to have him back. She loves him. She misses him so… She wishes she could see him one last time. She would kill for him. Steal for him… Die for him. Valerie had sold her house, because she felt it was too big for just one person. She also wasn’t planning on re-marrying anytime soon. She was afraid of getting attached again. She didn’t think she would ever get over it anyway. She currently lived in a condo for one person. That was enough. After two years she still hadn’t finished cleaning out his stuff. Then again, her house was about five times bigger than the apartment she was in now. So she spent her Saturday going through the monotonous cardboard boxes piled up in her closet. She at least had about twenty-seven to go. She groaned as she pulled the first very top box. Not only was it a lot of work, it also brought sorrow and grief to sink on her soul. Why doesn’t she just throw everything out? Well, even though keeping some stuff will sadden her deeper… It couldn’t hurt to double check, right? Better safe than sorry. That was like her mother’s catchphrase when she was a little girl. Always lecturing her on how everything had to be triple checked. She sighed emptily and proceeded on cleaning the box out. She rummaged through some old clothes piled on top of one another. It seemed as if they were just thrown in there. She thought to herself, “Did I pack them like this?” She thought she couldn’t have because of her outrageous OCD. It was pretty bad. Strange. Maybe her head wasn’t screwed on straight that day. How could it be after literally, everything she’d had to clean out of his? His office at work, everything from the old house, canceling bank and credit card accounts… This was her life for the last 2 years, while of course, fitting in work five days a week, twelve hours a day. What a pathetic life hers turned out to be. After going through that whole massive monster of clothes. The next box looked like a heap of personal items and knick-knacks of his. The first item she picked up was his favorite snow globe. It was a lookout of Manhattan during Christmas and the Thanksgiving Parade. Tears blurred her vision as she clutched the snow globe to her chest, just to have a reason to look away from it. Her heart sunk as the empty hole scratched around the rims of her heart. It was such an effort to breathe. Sobs ripped from her throat and chest, and she heaved heavy breaths. Her back quaked as she brought her knees up to her chest and sobbed. Just sobbed and let everything out. This was a daily thing, just crying. But that damned hole just wouldn’t heal. I guess she needed something to fill that hole. A better memory to take its place. A dog? Ugh, no. Too much hassle. Too much responsibility. The weight on her heart shook and quaked from disturbance. After for what seemed like hours, she returned to observing the snow globe, debating whether or not to keep it or toss it. She remembered the nights when he couldn’t dream up new ideas, he would just stare at it, and all of a sudden, inspiration would hit him. She remembered when she had gotten it for him that Christmas. She choked back more tears and drew two big breaths in, and put it in the keep box. The next item she scoped out was a small jewelry box. It was constructed of fine black marble, and designs of neon reds fading to orange in the form of a vine, which looped themselves between each other across the top lid. She opened it slowly, and found various thread and string necklaces and bracelets. The one she found at the very bottom of the shallow case winked in the light overhead. She found the main string to it, and slowly took it out. She observed it in the palm of her hand. It was a small silver cross with a tiny replica of the crucifying of Jesus on the cross. She remembered always seeing a necklace escape underneath his shirts. They must have took it off and returned it to the house when they were dressing and preparing him for the funeral. She kept staring at it, and all she saw was his face. His beautiful face… She closed her hand around the pendant tight. When she opened it again, it left an imprint in the base of her hand. The marks even started to bleed. She sat there confused, but when she blinked, it was as if the blood had never been there. It disappeared. After that, she thought she heard a pained moan somewhere deep in her apartment outside the bedroom door. She shook off the feeling and gave herself a break until tomorrow. She slipped on the necklace and proceeded to bed as a wave of exhaustion hit her… even though it was only 6:30 P.M… That night, Valerie had a horrible nightmare… It was Isaac… He was searching for her. Calling to her. The way he called her name was laced with fear. She kept turning and turning around looking for him, but it was literally, nothing but pitch darkness. It was the same scene even if she closed her eyes. His calls grew louder all at the same time to the point where she had to close her hands tight over her ears and collapse to the ground. Her name echoed in the never-ending darkness, his voice overlapping each other in different tones, to one point when they were incoherently just screaming. Then, all the screaming silenced, and she heard him whisper in her ear as if he were right behind her, “Valerie…” She whipped around, and saw him… but it wasn’t him… She gaped in horror, unable to even scream. Isaac had blood dripping like tears from his eyes. Blackened flesh was dripping from his teeth, which now looked sharpened into fangs. His eyes were completely black. The only light she could see him from was the small red glowing pupils from deep within the only flaring light deep in his body. His nails were long and dirty. They curled inward against the skin of his fingers. He brushed the tips of them along her jawline, savoring every feature of her beauty. Even though she was as white as a ghost and she could barely do so much as breathe because of how frightened she was. Her body grew completely rigid. He bared his teeth in a demonic grin. He opened his mouth toward her, an implication that he was a demon hungry for a soul… Valerie woke up with a yelp, as she stood upright. As soon as she sat upright, Isaac’s necklace that she now was wearing under her clothes, flew from her neck, breaking the thread clasp, into the wall adjacent her bed and fell to the ground with a clatter. It flopped on the floor like a fish, jerking and quaking as the whole object was cascaded in a luminescent blood red glow. She watched as it faded with a disgusted look. She felt nausea rise up in her throat. She thought she would have to run to the bathroom to upchuck. She did anyway, but only to retrieve her anxiety medication. She ran and steadied herself on the counter of the sink, and yanked open the mirror cabinet, fumbling for the small orange container of small white caplets. She dry-swallowed two pills and took several deep breaths. All the images flashed back to her, and she felt an array of tears threaten to spill from her eyes. She sniffled and fell against the blue tile wall behind her and slid down. She lay her legs and arms out limply. Crying. Sobbing. Wishing she had the real Isaac back. Wishing her life could be normal. Wishing she never found the necklace. At that point, it sounded like someone was puffing out air in her ear very obnoxiously. He was right behind her. She looked past the open door only to find a dark silhouette sitting in Isaac’s favorite chair, which Valerie had decided to keep. She slowly rose up, and used the counter for support to lift herself up. On the counter, was a small paper cup for rinsing, and it clattered to the floor from Valerie accidently hitting it. She cursed under her breath, and scrunched up her face in fear and disapproval, waiting for the cup to finally halt. She slowly looked back at the silhouette, and if it was sleeping, it’s eyes opened. The same glowing red ones, staring straight at Valerie. She was standing her knees half bent, growing tired, so she lifted herself up completely, but slowly. The silhouette rose as well, and took a step toward her. As soon as he stepped into the shining light of the bathroom, his dark figure turned normal with the clothes on his back from the day he died. A regular short sleeved plaid shirt, and light blue jeans. His red eyes disappeared with a blink, and out came his beautiful face. His shaggy dirty blonde hair, and his cerulean blue eyes. They looked desperately into her eyes, pleading, hoping to be saved. Valerie gasped in disbelief. She took a step toward him, completely mesmerized by his presence. She was being hypnotized. Her hand reached up, and she cupped his face. He was physical. He was real. He was here. Tears pooled and sprang to her eyes again. Her other hand joined on his other cheek, just holding his face in her hands. She observed every feature that she remembered. The bone structure of his face, chiseled from marble, his nose perfectly angled. Her hands pushed back farther, ruffling through his hair. “Isaac…?” She finally said. “Valerie…” His silk velvet voice made her shudder all over with goose bumps. The voice she missed hearing. She advanced forward and pulled him into an embrace, tightly. Her hug was full of need and desire. Her arms were empty, and he was the only one who could fill them to make her happy. His arms came up around her back and closed her in tightly. His chin rested on her head as she sobbed helplessly. He was rubbing her soothingly, shushing her. She was flabbergasted. How was he here?? Has god finally showed some sympathy for her? No. She didn’t want to think along those lines right now. She just wanted to enjoy the company of Isaac for however long she had. It seemed almost too real for him to be there. As her head lay against his chest, his chest was rising and falling with breaths of oxygen entering and exiting his system. His heart was beating at a steady pace. She gripped him closer to her. Not ever wanting to let go again. He broke the silence. “Valerie…” “Mmm…?” She said contently. “You have to help me…” Valerie’s eyes shot back open. Before she could question him, she felt a warm substance seep from his shirt to hers. She quickly jumped back to find blood splattered on different parts of his shirt slowly forming at such a rapid speed. She looked down to find some of it already on her shirt. He stood there in utter shock watching the injuries reenact from his death scene. As if the opposing car had rammed into him, he jerked to the side when the car t-boned him with so much force, that it split his car in half vertically, and he flew backwards into the wall, right when the opposing car pinned him to the nearby tree on the sidewalk. Valerie’s hands flew to her mouth in utter shock, afraid that a louder sound would come out more than she intended. He sunk to the ground, weak and lifeless. Valerie instinctively ran to his aid as she slid on her knees. His head hung limp, as if he were a puppet that needed to be controlled. Valerie laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. Her brows furrowed with concern. She leaned in hopefully to catch a glimpse of his face. She had gotten to close. His head suddenly whipped up, staring at her with the same small red glowing pupils and his fangs bared in an evil grin. Valerie threw herself backward in fear, scrambling on her hands and knees to get away from him. He slithered upright with no effort, now standing over her, the same expression in a stilled frame. Fear drowned her lungs making any sound impossible. Her head slowly inclined to her left on the dresser where she put Isaac’s cross. She thought and focused on how she would get it, and eyed the Isaac standing over her. She bolted for the dresser, flipping on her feet, and snatched the necklace, oblivious to the moves Isaac was making. She whipped around, and Isaac was right there. He grabbed her wrist with the necklace, and squeezed. She felt her blood circulation rapidly cut off. She tried to pry off his wrist as she slowly sunk to the ground. She looked up to Isaac, and he was smiling down at her with those same red eyes, and razor sharp fangs. Her sight blurred. She felt bleary and disoriented. Her head fell to the ground as she sucked in and out of consciousness. She felt a sharp pain pierce cleanly through the base of her wrist. She lifted her heavy eyelids, and caught a glimpse of Isaac on his knees, cool fingers clasped firmly around her flaming wrist, teeth sunken into the vein. Blood dripping from whatever holes it could slither through from the wound. She choked on her own air as she felt her pulse slow down at such a decent. Her wrist tingled with an uncomfortable sensation of blood being drawn directly through the vein. It grew more and more numb as she finally fell into the permanent darkness. Valerie woke up with a start, gasping violently for air on the floor, gripping something around her neck. She frantically searched the dark for the radiant red eyes, and didn’t realize the cross was tight around her neck. She gasped aloud and just couldn’t move. She came to her senses when she remembered the lake… she got up, grabbed her key and coat, and left the house. She floored the gas pedal to the car floor, rigid as she held the wheel. She sped down the streets of Westbury, making sharp rights and turns. She turned to the lake, and stood at the steep hill, in a fight stance as if Isaac would come at any moment, the cross, tight in her hand. She closed her eyes shut, and let her arm throw with all her might. She listened to the plop of the heavy wood against the surface of the lake, and strained to listen to it sink. She sighed in relief and opened her eyes. She turned to leave, but stopped in her tracks whens he heard the water start to bubble behind her. Butterflies paralyzed her. She slowly turned around, and stared at the water at her feet. It was clouding into a blood red. Valerie felt that she would blow chunks, as her hand flew up to her nose to block the stench of death to assault her nostrils. A black slimy figure caught her attention deeper into the lake. She started to back away, but tripped over a rock and fell on her back, scrambling away like a crab. The figure floated closer until it was just hovering over her. The sludge melted off of it, and revealed Isaac once again. He looked innocent and peaceful. He extended a hand out to her. “Valerie… please… Join me…” Valerie protested by scrambling one foot back, but she felt almost compelled. But before she could answer, Isaac leaned down still casting her an innocent gaze. She watched intently as he started to bend down. When he was low enough, he grabbed hold of her ankles, and pulled her into the water with him. She flipped on her stomach and dug her nails into the damp Earth to resist his arrest into God knows where. She shrieked in protest, which were silenced by gallons of the lake water flooding her lungs. She tried to scream until her throat popped with bubbles and her voice box felt like it burst. Her throat burned and she had no voice. She had no choice but to close her mouth and swallow the lake water. It tasted metallic of blood and algae. From how she was being dragged by her ankles, she began to float on her back, still shallow enough to see the moon. She frowned down at her, watching her die. Her throat burned with fire, and she felt a warm liquid rise from her throat and escape into the floating air of the water. She felt Isaac’s body pressed against hers from behind dragging her down into oblivion. The light faded through the surface as darkness clouded her eyes. She felt as if they hit beyond the sea floor. There was no more oxygen in her system, yet her eyes were still open. Her heart beat. Bum… Bum… Bum… Until it stopped. She closed her eyes. She was his slave now. For eternity. They could love forever now. In the bowls of Hell.
- My name is Emily Fleck, my mom is the main actor in a circus, well mostly she is the main actor, but, she works with two men. It is year 1796, I am 19 years old and it has been 10 years since the worst incedent in history. I was 9 at the time but i did remember because I was there through it all and the son of the the person who was murdered was my best friend. 10 YEARS AGO, 1786 My mother was always working but it was a fun job usally meg giry would take care of me and we were like sisters. My mother was a circus performer she would do magic tricks or trappies. I bet your wondering about my father well my mom is not married im adopted she found me at the fantasma gates one night and took me in as a daughter. Her boss the amazing mr.Y was a father figure to me he always wore a mask on the side of his face i never bothered him about it because he is always telling me a story about a girl he was in love with named christine daae and she left him for someone else. I always cryed at the story. It was a normal day at coney island i was always playing with the toys my mom always gave me so i dont bother anybody. Meg was a dancer for the company and i was always watching her reharse, i was walking through the park when i a ship dawking. My mother was over there saying hi to everybody when she sall i was looking at she waved at me I went over to her." emily theres someone i want you to meet she took me over to the big group of people when she stopped in front a beautiful woman, a little boy that looked my age, and a man. " Mrs.De shany this is my daughter emily. emily, this is christine de shaney her husband roul and son gustave" "Hi christine looked at me and smiled a very beautiful smile " It's very nice meet you emily Roul looked like he wanted nothing to do with me so i looked at the ground trying to look like i wasent one of thorse bothersome kids you cant get rid of. I looked at my mother she smiled at christine then gustave " Gustave, your welcomed to play with my daughter if you want to gustave smiled and nodded. Me and him became friends the moment we went off. I showed him just the games because i dident want to get on a ride without permission. Then we went to get some ice cream and then talked for a while."I love coney island so far thanks for showing me everything I smiled at him your welcome i really dont have any friends here my age. im really glad i met you we finished our ice cream. It was getting dark outside I'll walk you back to were you'll be staying gustave and I were holding hands and we got to the inn were he and his parents were staying. " will i see you tomarrow? I smiled and nodded. We hugged and said goodbye. Gustave's POV I really like her and she's really nice. I got to the room where we were staying when i got to the room my father was going on about how it was a teribble idea to come here. he was drinking and my mother was practising the ayeria she has to sing in to days. Thats when she sall me on the floor playing with the toy they left for me. " how was the island gustave? Very nice mother My father was still mad he came over to and glared at me How can you have fun with that daughter of a freak?! tears were coming to my eyes thats when my mother came over to hug me Roul, don't talk to him like that he just made a friend don't be mad him for that My father rolled his eyes and went to bed. My mother was the one to stay to sooth me." You should go to bed, I promise you will see emily tomarrow I smiled and hugged her. When i got to bed and fell asleep i had a terrible nightmare Nightmare " YOUR COMING WITH ME AND YOUR NEVER GOING TO SEE YOUR PARENTS the woman snapped at the little boy witch was gustave, pulled the boys arm and threw him in the water. End of Nightmare. I woke up screaming but not that loud to wake my mother. I ran to her to comfort me mother i had a very bad dream about someone trying to kill me- she hugged me shh gustave it's alright, gustave this is mr.Y he turned to me and smiled It's very nice to meet you I soll he had a mask on this place is yours He smiled a bigger smile every inch of it, is there any thing you want to see in cony I thought about what was on cony that i did not see with emily then it came to me... can i please see the secrets of the park mr.Y laughed " you shall see it all tomarrow I promise. Emily POV It was a very pretty morning I went to go get dressed in my favorite cotten dress and feed my pet baby tiger sandy. She was always playing with her toys that I always gave her. I ran to the circus tent and my mother was in there getting dressed. She sall me in the mirror Hi sweetie, sandy was starting to wonder when you were coming just as she said that sandy ran to me and jumped on me begging with her eyes. I smiled at her and cuddled her in my arms and fed her the biggest piece of meat in the bucket i was carried to the tent. My mother turned to me and smiled Emily, i have some news, I talked to Mr.Y and he said since you've done a very good job at being a ballerina, you can do the opening for the aryria with a beautiful dance. I cant believe this i get to be real ballerina! " thats really great but i don't know how the dance goes mother smiled at me thats because you get to make it up as the show goes along I was starting to get worried but what if i do something wrong and Mr.Y gets very mad at me? my mother walked over me and took my hands in hers no matter what happens up on that stage im shore he will be proud of you, you've been like a daughter to him and he loves you I thought about it, maybe he will be proud of me. " i have to go say thank you to him she nodded and i left the tent and walked to mr.Y's office and knocked on the door come in I walked in and mr.y sall me Emily, i was hoping you would come here i smiled im sorry to bother you but thank you for giving me the chance perform he smiled and walked over to me Emily, i've seen you dance and you are beautiful dancer,your very graceful, and you never mess up. you would make a wonderful ballerina. I even asked christine about it and she said she would love it. he hugged me. " gustave is looking for you i nodded and left. I left his office and changed into my silk circus dress that went right above the knees that went down to my nees and pear of black slip ons. I walked to the doc to find gustave . "emily! I turned around too see gustave running to me. Ounce he got to me, he hugged me and pulled me to his mother and father , christine turned around and smiled at me Emily, i was hoping to see you again when she was done gustave pulled me to the railing where the water was." i wish i knew how too swim but im always scared to go to the deep end i smiled at him, i cant swim either, i really dont care if i can swim or not, i mean no one is forcing you gustave had a big smile on his face i heard your going to perform with my mother, i cant wait to see you dance. suddonly my mother came from behind us gustave were ready to take you to mr.Y gustave smiled then it faited can emily come to please my mother smiled of course my mother led us to mr.y office. "Emily will you go with gustave to mr.Y my mother whispered to me, i nodded. gustave come on he took my hand and i led him up the stair way. Mr.Y was working on his music when we got there, i walked behind him and taped on his shoulder he turned around and i motioned to gustave he nodded. " what is this place? Mr.Y turned to him THIS MY REALM ALUSIONS DOMAIN, WERE MUSIC AND AND BEUTY THE ART OF THIS RAIN'' , go look around while i finish my work emily i want to stay with me and gustave i smiled. nodded. gustave was going near the piano. " May I gustave ask Mr.Y, he nodded. gustave sat at the piano and started playing. Mr.Y looked at him surprised . whats this? " " JUST A SONG IN MY HEAD 'I THINK ITS BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL NOTES, BEAUTIFUL SOUNDS DONT YOU AGREE' I was watching gustave was fasonated by the the machanical organ that mr.y had he went to it, then suddonly it started playing. Mr.y went to gustave ' HAVE EVER YURNED TO GO PASS THE WORLD YOU THINK KNOW THEN IN FROLL TO THE CALL THE BEUTY UNDERNEATH HAVE YOU LET IT LET IT IN PASS THE WORLD DREAMS BEGIN FELT FULL BREATHS POLL OF THE BEUTY UNDERNEATH WHEN THE DARK UNFOLDS ITS WINGS DO YOU SENTS THE STANGEST THINGS THINGS EVER GEUSS THINGS MEAR WORDS CAN NOT EXPRESS 'YESSS ' DO YOU BEGOIT BY THE DANGEROUS AND WILD DO YOU NEED FOR THE BEUTY UNDERNEATH HAVE YOU FELT YOU SCENTS CERD AND SERENDERD TO THE URGE THEN HOOKED AS YOU LOOK AT THE BEUTY UNDERNEATH, WHEN YOU STEAR THE NIGHT CAN YOU GLIMPSE ITS PRIMBLE MIGHT MIGHT YOU HUNGER TO PUSESE THINGS MEAR WORDS CAN NOT REPRESS' ' YESS, IT SEEMS SO BEAUTIFUL SO STANGE YET BEAUTIFUL EVERYTHINGS JUST YOU SAY' "AHHHHHHH gustave screamed and i sall what he screamed at it was mr.y's face half of his face was deformed. suddonly christine came in GUSTAVE, its alright its me then she sall me then mr.y Emily please take him away i walked over to gustave who was shaking, he took my hand and we went outside. his face... he said in murmur Thats why he wears a mask to hide... i put my hand on his shoulder gustave please that was my first time seeing his face too but its like he said, the beauty underneath. gustave looked at me and smiled then his mother came out gustave its past your bedtime and emily thank you for staying with him i smiled your welcome they walked off. My mother came up too me It's your bedtime too emily, we have a big day tomarrow. Todays the big day the last day of the season. I went to the tent to feed sandy, suddonly i heard a sound behind me, it was gustave smiling at me, you never told me you had a pet baby tigar i laughed you want to feed her shes very nice he smiled and nodded, i gave him a peace of meat he feed it to her You want to take a walk around coney island i nodded and took his hand we walked on the beach and he turned to me, i have a present for you as he said that he reached into his pocket and pulled out a box and handed it to me, i opened it, it was a choker that had pearl beading and a glass pink flower pendent was in the middle, thank you it's beautiful i pulled it around my neck it looks beautiful on you, i was hoping you were going to wear it tonight with your costume i kissed his cheek of course ill wear it tonight he blushed. Meg's performance went well,but for some reason she was crying after she went off the stage not long after the performance was over. I went to the dressing room wear i could get my costume on. it was pink with a skirt that went to my knees and a corset top that had beautiful beading on it, my mother came in and smiled you beautiful emily she handed me a tearea and my pink balle slippers. she did my hair and put the teara in my hair. i went to christine's dressing room and knocked on the door come in i walked in christine smiled at me emily you look like a princess i blushed a little thank you i can say the same for you Emily Fleck its time I walked on the stage the music started and i started dancing i sall gustave in the audience and smiled at him then when i was done, i got a standing avation and bowed and took the pink rose gustave through on stage for me and smiled, christine ran up to me and hugged me you looked like a angel,now go,gustave is waiting for you I ran to see gustave waiting for me in front of the dressing room I ran to him and hugged him tight you did amazing come on we cane go exploring "okay just let me put my hair down and let me take off my balle slippers when i was done i graved my cape and we went exploring suddonly we hared someone behind us we looked to see it was meg with a gun You two come with me she took our arms in each hand wait may please got get something please? "fine but dont tell your mother i nodded i ran into christine's dressing room and left a note. Thired person POV christine walked off the stage and ran to erik and kissed him, but she reliased somthing Gustave,Gustave... what is it gustave gustave!!" erik held christine whats wrong he was to be here erik was rageing with furry it that idiot roul why ill kill that drunken fool how deer he takes this child that isint his mr squilch sir go get roul and bring to boy back roul lefted in a carige sir there was no one with him are you sure christine looked on her dressing room table and found a note erik look at what i just found she handed him the note he looked at it and read aloud Dear who ever found this note meg sall me and gustave and she said were coming with her shes waiting out side but she has a gun i dont know whats going to happen,Emily Christine a worried look on her face and erik turned to them go get fleck and i know where they've gone but we must hurry Emily's POV meg... I cant believe her.... I cant bear to tell you what happened that night but all I have to say is Christine is gone
- We may never know if Gustave is The Phantom's child, or Raoul's child. One thing is for sure, the truth will be revealed at some point...
- Love Never Dies takes place in the bustling amusement resort of Coney Island, New York, to which the Phantom has fled after being hounded out of Paris in the previous story. Here, he has opened Phantasma, a palace of circus-like curiosities and entertainment, where patrons and performers know him as "Mr. Y." Madame Giry, the former mistress of the Paris Opera Ballet, and her daughter, Meg, have arrived in America with him, and Giry hopes that Meg will be heir to the Phantom's fortune. Her hopes are dashed, however, when the Phantom invites soprano Christine Daae, the heroine of the original story, to sing for him as the star attraction of the summer vacation season. She arrives with her husband Raoul de Chagny--now a bitter alcoholic--and their son, Gustave. Neither Christine nor Raoul is aware of Mr. Y's true identity. Once they arrive, however, the Phantom reveals himself to Christine and confesses he still loves her and yearns to be with her. More shockingly, the two reveal they shared a night of sexual passion a decade earlier, before the Phantom left Paris. The Phantom meets Gustave, a gifted boy soprano. While showing Gustave his exotic lair, he notices the boy's natural gift for music and notes his age--10. The Phantom realizes he is Gustave's real father. Meanwhile, Raoul unexpectedly meets Madame Giry, and discovers he and Christine are there at the Phantom's invitation. The angry Vicomte de Chagny implores Christine to leave. As Act II of the play begins, a distraught Raoul faces his old rival for the first time since his arrival. The Phantom taunts Raoul about Gustave's paternity and challenges him to fight for Christine's affections. The confrontation ends with a bet: If Christine sings for the last night of the season, as agreed, she belongs to the Phantom; if she refuses, Raoul has won.
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