Raoul De Chagny: Christine, there is no Phantom of the Opera!
Nadir Khan (narrating): I am sorry to say that there was, indeed, a Phantom of the Opera, but for your peace of mind I will admit that he was not, literally, a ghost. Usually, the word ghost refers to a supernatural being, a shadow of something past, an ethereal creature that used to be human before being dead. However, sometimes there are creature whose misfortune is so unspeakable that being dead would probably be a better fate. Our Phantom, which I assure you, was very much alive, is, or was, one of these creatures: and that is why he called himself a Phantom, or a ghost, despite his being not dead yet.

ALW!Erik: *twirls cape* let me show you my humble abode, my sweet *unravels millions of candles, showers her with expensive presents, shows her a michael angelo painting of her* all for you, my angel

Leroux!Erik:
*trips on boxes of presents* *slithers into a sea of flowers* *sweats and quivers* *wheezes nervously like a cat* *trying hard not to cry* hai

Concept: phantom of the opera where everything is the same except the phantom wears a ‘mrs doubtfire’ mask and pretends to be a nice old lady called madame giry – which explains why she’s the one to deliver his letters and suggests christine as understudy and generally is anywhere, anytime. Plus, has anyone ever seen the phantom and madame giry in the same place at the same time?

I think there are two types of writers, the architects and the gardeners. The architects plan everything ahead of time, like an architect building a house. They know how many rooms are going to be in the house, what kind of roof they’re going to have, where the wires are going to run, what kind of plumbing there’s going to be. They have the whole thing designed and blueprinted out before they even nail the first board up. The gardeners dig a hole, drop in a seed and water it. They kind of know what seed it is, they know if planted a fantasy seed or mystery seed or whatever. But as the plant comes up and they water it, they don’t know how many branches it’s going to have, they find out as it grows. And I’m much more a gardener than an architect.

George R.R. Martin


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