The ballroom before me: grand though gloomy, entrances me to its core… the core of despair. A huge chandelier hangs high up, threatening to fall any second. Cobwebs line the nightmarish room- reminding me of the critters that must live in this fortress of solitude. In the corner, seemingly fading into the wall, a stage appears. A dusty and old organ sits there- long and forgotten. Around the corner I go… dreading every step. As I round the sharp turn, I nearly crash into a huge, looming door. Made of mahogany wood, the door is as sturdy as the tree from which it came. I shove open the door, and I am met with a blast of warm air.

I enter into the mysterious room, curious about what I will find. In the center of the room, a foreboding coffin seizes my attention. Feeling like I’m in a trance, the coffin pulls me in. I peer inside, apprehensive. To my astonishment, a mask stares back at me. Still in a trance-like state, I reach down to pick up the peculiar mask. As I lift it, ominous music starts to play. “Softly, deftly, music shall caress you. Hear it, feel it, secretly possess you”. The mask, hypnotizing, calls to me. I slowly place it on, and then I know. I am the Phantom.