Let us begin our story where story after story is told. A place where the arts have been displayed by generations of actors and musicians, and have been enjoyed by all who enter. The theater, is where we begin our story. There are many folks here as we start, seeing actors, actresses, musicians, and the crew scrambling to get things into place, memorize lines and actions.
This place looks brand new, and really, it is. Years ago, this place was burned by a man whom was previously thought to be only a myth. In a desperate and love stricken rage, he cut the chandelier from the ceiling, causing the stage, seats, and eventually the whole theater to be alive with hot, engulfing flames that destroyed the theater. People who lived in the area and had memories of the theater then made a huge effort to rebuild and restore the building to its previous glory.
Now, as the first show is getting prepared for a full house, no one could have predicted that the man who lived in the theater to return, expecting what he had always been provided. He wanted his box left alone, wanted his pay, and wanted to see the theater used as it should. Each of the actors in the play, as well as crew, musicians, and the managers received the same letter on their desks and vanities.
It is a pleasure to find you find you here, having watched the restoration
after the fire destroyed it. You do seem to have a love of the arts, just as I
do. It has been years since I've been in this building, and I do hope
that I won't need to resort to my old, gruesome ways. That would be a
shame, no? The theater is yours to use, so long as my requests are kept in
mind and followed.
With that, the Phantom of the Opera would watch to see whom would listen to him. He had the blood of men on his hands, and he didn't want fresh stains. Sitting in the rafters above the stage, Erik, the phantom, watched the pandemonium take place.