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Sorry if it was a bother! I asked because A. I was curious B. I'm not sure how MANY but some of us in the Phandom are (self-titled) gay as hell

Dear anonymous,

Yes, to put it bluntly, you were a bother.

As the saying goes, "Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back". I hope you are satisfied with my answer.

To all 'gay' souls in my 'Phandom'...

You don't have to hide who you are with me.

Yours faithfully,

Opera Ghost

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Erik stood at the edge of the window frame of the Chagny residence. His fingers curled around the stone as he fixed his eyes on the figure inside.

"How quickly you have discarded what you fear... Do you think you are above fear, above shame?"

Glancing at the chandelier hanging above Raoul's desk, his lips curled into something between a snarl and a grin.

"My dear Vicomte, how would you like to experience my second act?"

@vicomte-raoul-de-chagny

Tell me, Vicomte, does she still sing for me as she use to for me? Or has the novelty worn off?

Does her voice tremble for you, or does she still remember my touch?

~ Opera Ghost

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Tell me, Vicomte, does she still sing for me as she used to for me? Or has the novelty worn off?

Does her voice tremble for you, or does she still remember my touch?

~ Opera Ghost

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Could you give any advice on how to talk 'better' in front of an audience? Like.. being less nervous and all?

Dear anonymous,

I shall tell you what I have learned as a musician who lurks in the shadows, observing every opera ever performed at the Opera House.

1. Wear a Mask

Not one of porcelain, but of identity and purpose. Step onto that stage, and become someone else. Let the nerves, the anxiety belong the person whom you once were. Now, you are a new character, a new voice, a new mask.

2. Practise Makes Perfect

Rehearse, rehearse, rehearse... until those words are carved into your bones. The more you know your role, the less shaken you will be.

3. They Are Not Gods

The audience is not there to judge or destroy you. They are there because they want to believe what you have to say. Let your voice bridge the gap between your mind and theirs, let your soul sing as you speak of things you believe.

I hope these pointers can aid you.

Yours faithfully

Opera Ghost

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Dear phantom,

I hope your aware there is an entire “phandom” of people who either love you to their hearts core or they just truly want you as a friend

Wirh love, Vessel.

Dear Vessel,

For nearly all my life, many have called me a freak of nature, an abomination, a monster...

I never dared to dream that anyone would have it in their hearts to see past my mask, not to mention befriend, or love me.

Even after all this time, that cruel little voice still haunts me, whispering that I am unworthy of even the slightest ounce of sympathy.

I am still learning how to accept your kindness... it will take time.

But thank you, my little 'phandom', from the bottom of my heart.

Yours faithfully,

Opera Ghost

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But really, what is it with you questioning my sexuality?

I don’t fall for genders. I fall for voices that sing, for souls that shine, for minds that bloom with curious grace.

I don't understand why this question came up. Twice, now!

Well. Whatever the reason, should any person seek refuge or sanctuary to confide their sentiments or identities, they are welcome in my Opera House.

No harm shall find you here.

~ Opera Ghost

Okay but if you, in a genuine, hypothetical, didn't already adore her *Would* you consider men

Dear anonymous,

I adore Christine. That is very much true. I will love her till the end of time.

However, if life unfolded otherwise, if someone saw me past my mask before she did... perhaps, I would have loved differently.

I fell for the soul that reached for me in the dark. If that soul had belonged to a man, his gender wouldn't have mattered.

Yours faithfully,

Opera Ghost

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Okay but if you, in a genuine, hypothetical, didn't already adore her *Would* you consider men

Dear anonymous,

I adore Christine. That is very much true. I will love her till the end of time.

However, if life unfolded otherwise, if someone saw me past my mask before she did... perhaps, I would have loved differently.

I fell for the soul that reached for me in the dark. If that soul had belonged to a man, his gender wouldn't have mattered.

Yours faithfully,

Opera Ghost

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Always.

Somebody's watching Christine

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Dear O. G.

Do you know.. the muffin man?..

Dear anonymous,

As far as I know, the tale of The Muffin Man is rather grim.

Between 1589 to 1598 in England, Frederic Thomas Lynwood, a tradesman, better known as 'The Muffin Man', was said to have killed 15 children by luring them in dark alleys with a muffin tied on a string.

While this is all an urban legend, The Muffin Man is merely a cowardly murderer who haunts nursery rhymes. He earns no sympathy.

With that said, in a way, I do know The Muffin Man. I suggest you don't engage with him unarmed.

Yours faithfully,

Opera Ghost

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May I please let your cat. Maybe you. Then your cat again.

- 💛

Dear anonymous,

Ayesha is... sensitive to a stranger's touch. I must warn you, she nearly bit off the Vicomte de Chagny's hand (he deserved it). Nevertheless, with sincere sentiments in your heart, I am sure Ayesha will enjoy your presence.

I, however, find myself unworthy of your physical affections, or anyone else's (even Christine's). Please, do not stain your hands by 'petting' this wretched creature that I am.

Yours faithfully,

Opera Ghost

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Dear Phantom,

Do you ever wish for a life above?

Dear vessel-eternal,

For years I have longed for a life above the ground.

I envied those who could feel the warmth of sunlight shining on their pure, unblemished countenance.

I yearned for a life of normalcy above my home; one free from the burden of inciting fear or hostility in those who merely looked upon me.

For now, though, I am rather tethered to my underground home. This is where my pipe organ, my cat, my music and my books keep me company.

With my dear Christine and the ever pestering Nadir visiting fairly often, I am rather content with my current living conditions.

Yours faithfully,

Opera Ghost

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I've done my research and want to share my experience about giving yourself headpats.

To make the best headpat don't use the whole palm. Instead try to use your fingertips. Do soft, massaging movements. Don't keep your fingertips on the same area all the time. Instead change your position from time to time. Don't forget to caress the sensitive areas of your face, such as cheeks, forehead or temples.

I hope those recommendations were useful.

Dear anonymous,

You advise me on the delicate art of self head-patting? How... quaint. Very well, I shall indulge in this folly.

However, no matter how expertly I execute these self head-pats, nothing would compare to the soft caresses of my dear Christine.

Thank you for your advice. It was... practical.

Yours faithfully,

Opera Ghost

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I designed every inch her with my own hands, and now you stand in all her glory.

Every corridor, every pillary, every step, every trapdoor... I know them all.

To you, she is merely an opera house.

To me, she is a labyrinth of sound, sanctuary, secrets, and sorrow.

She is my home.

~ Opera Ghost

Opera Garnier, Paris, France.

August 2024.

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My dear,

You were blessed, not cursed to be a soprano. My music does not belong to one voice alone, it belongs to the soul.

The soprano expresses nuances and textures a male voice could never replicate: the soft lingering of a high note ringing throughout the theatre; the sweetest tone that calls upon angles; and of course, a bell-like clarity in sound that no other voice can achieve.

If you hear it, if you feel it, if you live it... then sing it. Let no gender, no key nor tradition hinder your expression of music.

Yours faithfully,

Opera Ghost

Reasons why i wish i was a man.

1. SO I CAN SING LIKE THE PHANTOM FROM THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA

2. SO I COULD SING EVERMORE FROM BEAUTY OF THE BEAST.

PLEASEEEEE I JUST WANNA SING THESE BEAUTIFUL SONGS I DONT WANNA BE A SOPRANO ANYMORE

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Dear mmc4thereal,

Currently, my favourite composition is Tchaikovsky's Symphony 6.

A bit of a cliché, perhaps, but the piece has brilliantly encapsulated rich harmonies of sorrow, melancholy, and joy.

Definitely a recommended listen (and analysis, for that matter).

Yours faithfully,

Opera Ghost

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bedazzle the mask PLEASE

Bedazzle your clothes PLEASE

Bedazzle your cape PLEASE

Dear anonymous,

While that suggestion is quite tempting, 'bedazzling' my accessories and clothing would make my sleuthing in the shadows slightly trickier.

However, I do take delight in designing my masks. Here is my latest design:

Any criticism of my taste in masks will not be tolerated. You have been warned.

Yours faithfully,

Opera Ghost

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Meow

Dear anonymous,

...meow?

If you would like a companion, my feline friend, I could introduce you to Ayesha, my Siamese cat.

I would think she craves feline company from time to time, instead of seeing my masked face every day.

Yours faithfully,

Opera Ghost