The Second Before Sound ( Reader X Phantom )
"But just imagine-!"
A loud shout is barked up at us, interrupting him.
"Vincent! (Y/n)! Get down here and do your jobs!"
I felt the blisters on my feet ache from the order. I couldn't help but to let a brief groan roll over my vocal chords, a little too loudly, because Vin's fiery glance catches me.
"He's right, you know. We do have jobs, why are you complaining?"
"Because I want to only sit here and watch from above, not work."
He had already risen from where he sat with me on the edge of a wooden walkway, nailed so far up the wall it was nearly the ceiling. It isn't as crowded up here as it is down there, although I love the hustle and bustle, I hate being in it. The ropes that dance around us aren't as nosy either.
"You can do that when you're dead."
And dead you shall be.
The year is 1879, you are a backstage hand at the Paris Opera House. You haven't performed in years, and intend to keep it that way. You adored being the silent creator of the backstage world. No one knew you by name, but instead knew you by your art.
One day, an opera ghost threatens the very balance of your theater. Your art. He's made you a subject of his attention. Although you may hide from the audience, no matter where you go, you can't hide from this phantom. When he begins to send you orders, you begin to disobey him.
Thus the beginning of your haunting-