So, as I was watching the 2005 version of Phantom of the Opera, I was thinking of what songs I could use to make an AMV with Kingdom Hearts... But then the whole thing started to strangely fit together. So, I decided to test it out and see what would happen if you changed the Phantom's original main characters to the Kingdom Hearts main characters. This is what I'm starting to get. Also, I am copying the movie version almost word for word, but you will notice a lot of changes. For one, I'm making it a Kingdom Hearts theme. Sooo, if you haven't seen the 2005 Phantom of the Opera version, don't read it if you don't want to get spoiled. I'm also going to skip some scenes, since the movie is long, and maybe skip some songs too. Maybe make it like they're talking instead of singing. I will have links to the music from the video game (Kingdom Hearts) and from the movie (Phantom of the Opera) posted through the story. [Just click on the words in the brackets. Like here, but it's not a link, so don't click it. ^^] If you want to play it as you're reading, it will probably get you into the story more. We'll see. I'm mostly playing by ear. 8D8 One more thing; This could possibly be a prequal to another story I have in mind. Enjoy with the bad grammar errors and repetitive words. ^^; Thanks ahead of time for reading and editing. Prologue: A Trip Down Memory Lane Spoiler A lone abandoned building stood along side a busy cobblestone street appearing to be haunting and daunting to all those who laid eyes on it. Nonetheless, the children of the town still played around it, and passersby walked on without fear. It was just a memory most wanted to forget about. But there it stood, and there it would stay for just a bit longer. This abandoned place was an old theater built a long time ago when operas were at its peek, and entertainment was top priority for the rich folk. The architecture was exquisite, with its colored stained glass windows and etchings of hearts and fine designs of different creatures found on various places of the theater. This building was also enormous. It reached up into the sky towards the gray, dim clouds of fall. Back when it was first built, it was a sight to behold. But now it was just another thing in the past. It was broken, vandalized, and no longer grand as it was before. The spirit was gone from it. A banner hung from the entrance of the old theater that read “Public Auction Todayâ€. And true was the banner to its words; a public auction was being held today. One person would make sure to attend it. A fancy black corvette pulled in front of the theater and came to a stop. The driver stepped out and opened the passenger door on his side of the car. The passenger gradually made his way out and stepped out onto the cobblestone street. He was dressed in a black tuxedo, as though he was attending a fancy occasion. Another personal, a nurse it seemed, wheeled a wheel chair for this passenger and waited patiently as the gentleman sat down on it. As soon as the man was situated, the nurse wheeled the patron up the ramp that lead to the front doors of the musty theater. ***** “Do I have ten munny? Ten? Selling once, selling twice,†a mallet hitting against wood ran through the spacious, dusty room, “Sold!†A few people were standing around, listening and watching the auctioneer as he sold of bits and pieces that were found, that were worth selling for, in the theater. Pigeons fluttered around here and there, but no one seemed to mind. The whole room was in disarray with torn curtains, crushed seats, and dust glittering in the sunlight anyways. An old woman was among the people standing in the room. She watched the auctioneer with little interest, but she was there nonetheless. The woman was shrouded in a black long-sleeved dress, and wore a hat to match on top of her graying blond hair. Her skin was slightly wrinkled with age, but her brilliant blue eyes were still alive. As the woman’s mind seemed to wander off, her eyes scanned the room. But then suddenly, her eyes rested on a figure in sudden recognition. This figure was in a wheel chair, and he was a gentlemen. His hair was now gray, and the hair the woman remembered was no longer spiked, but hung down with age. The gentleman in the wheel chair, feeling a pair of eyes on him, turned his head to meet the lady’s bright blue eyes with his own dark blue eyes. He also had a look of recognition on his face as he just stared at the woman. It seemed as though the world had stopped around them for just a brief moment… “Sold,†came the booming voice of the auctioneer, bringing the two people out of their little world. Yet they still were looking directly at each other. Today was the anniversary of two things… The auctioneer continued, unaware of the little memory spell that had just taken place in front of him. “Lot six-six-five, a beautiful musical box in the shape of a barrel organ.†The man’s eyes suddenly broke away from the woman as he looked up at the auctioneer in astonishment. ‘Musical box…’ “Attached to it, a tiny figure of a shadow heartless, sitting on top of a black cushion, playing the symbols.†Now the woman even had to break her gaze from the man in the wheel chair as she looked towards the auctioneer with the same surprise as the man. An assistant was holding out the small music box, showing the people what it looked like. And there it was, what the auctioneer was describing. “This was discovered in the vaults of the theater, still in working order ladies and gentlemen!†No could believe that. Sure it looked fine, but how could something delicate as that had survived after the accident? “Showing here,†the assistant said, holding the box out as he let go of the winding key that was on the side. [Dearly Beloved Reprise] A quiet melody began to play from the within the box as the little shadow heartless tapped the symbols together in a tiny yet clear ting. The woman and the man watched the box carefully, both of them remembering almost the same things at once. The music ended, and the auctioneer spoke. “May I commence at one hundred munny?†The lady raised her hand quietly. The man doing the auction nodded his head in approval. “One hundred, thank you.†But the man in the wheel chair wasn’t going to let it slip out of his fingers. He raised his hand. “One hundred and ten, thank you sir!†The lady knew that the musical box meant a lot to the man, but so did it to her. She raised her hand again. “One hundred and twenty, thank you Madame Namine. Do I hear one hundred and thirty?†Determind, the man raised his hand. No matter how much he had to spend, he was going to get that musical box. Besides, a man in his position, this was nothing to spend. “One hundred and thirty, thank you sir. Do I hear one hundred and fourty…?†The dark blue eyes looked towards the woman the auctioneer called Madame Namine. His eyes told her what was on his mind, and so Namine understood. She gave him a small warm smile and a wink. Then she looked up at the auctioneer and shook her head slowly. Satisfied, the auctioneer raised his mallet. “Selling for one hundred and fourty munny. Selling once, selling twice,†a slam of the mallet, and, “sold to The Keyblade Master Sora! Thank you, sir.†The assistant walked over to Sora and carefully handed him the music box. Sora’s old worn hands took the box carefully and held it in his hands as he stared at it. He looked over towards Namine, who just nodded her head in understanding. His eyes fell back on the piece; memories suddenly danced through his mind. A withered finger stroked the side of the shadow heartless figurine. ‘A collector’s piece indeed… Every detail, exactly as she said. Will you still play when all the rest of us are dead...?’ The auctioneer spoke again, this time directing to behind his small audience. “Lot six-six-six then! A chandelier in pieces… Some of you may recall a strange affair of the Phantom of the Opera. A mystery never fully explained. We’re told, ladies and gentlemen, that this is very chandelier which figures in the famous disaster.†Namine turned around hesitantly to see a large bundle covered with a canvas. She could see the crystals hanging out of the canvas and shivered slightly. So many memories that she wanted to forget. Even with her abilities, she couldn’t erase the misfortune she witnessed back then. Even Sora was staring at the chandelier with dread. That Phantom… the horrible darkness… “We’ve done some repairs, and reinstalled new lights for it. Perhaps we can… frighten away the ghost of so many years… with a little illumination… Gentlemen.†[Overture] The canvas was ripped off the chandelier, and instantly it was lit up as it was beginning to be raised up. Sparks flew in every direction, but all went back to normal and the chandelier glowed with a certain gloom. A wind picked up from outside and gushed into the spacious room, blowing the dust and leaves around the area. Namine and Sora both watched the chandelier with wide eyes. A certain magic began to take place where only the two of them could see. As the wind blew away the dust, the theater was going back into its original form. The destroyed theater seats were back in their newly velvet forms, the stage lit up with the old fashion candles, and the old peeling paint on the ceiling was renewed. Let’s take a trip through a dream back in time…
