The Story of The Phantom

Okay, put on your listening ears for five minutes

Got them on?

Good

Now, just listen

Long ago, there lived a man, his name was Carlo and he ran

An ancient theater where his daughter was the star

With me? (Karla's the star, yeah)

No, his daughter's name is Esmerelda and she's famous

People come to hear her sing from near and far

Got it (Good)

Now, there's a rumor going 'round

That in the tunnels underground, there lives

Wait, I know, can I guess? (Sure, if you can!)

A mysterious phantom, me, right? (Right!)

Well mostly, but the twist is that this ghostly

Evil presence isn't monster, but man

Now, this man had been blessed

With a gift he possessed

Musical talents, completely unmatched

But, as you often will find

In epic tales of this kind

This gift came with a curse attached

A face that was hideous and so jarring

He wore a mask to cover all the scarring (Cool!)

And lived underground, inside a hole (Wait, a hole?)

Why a hole?

All his life, he'd been tormented, teased, and taunted

But now his hunters would become the haunted

The world that always made him feel unwanted, would hear the toll

The sounds of a tortured soul

Okay, so I was born with a lightning scar, got it

No, no, your typical, everyday scar

Oh, Scar like Lion King

You know, you are actually the worst

Listen up, you're gonna need to know this

One day at his piano, distant sounds of a soprano

Drifted towards him from the theater above

'Kay, so this hole has a piano?

Sweeter than a bird, in all his life, he'd never heard a sound like this

And he was instantly in love

The voice, of course, was Carlo's daughter

And the phantom went and sought her

To become his secret student and his muse

And if you think she found this oh-so enigmatic virtuoso

Kinda creepy, then I've got some shocking news

Because she fell, and fell hard

He was battered and scarred

But she could see that inside, there was more

Something alluring, she'd find

In the sadness behind

That terrifying mask he wore

Wait a minute, I'm your boyfriend?

We're gonna have to kiss?

That's gross, you're like my sister

Zeke, it's called acting

And though he was hideous, and she was perfection

Through music, they found their connection

A bond beyond their own control

(You better not get sick, I am not kissing Tina)

And though his face tormented her and chilled her

His compositions haunted her and thrilled her

His mesmerizing melodies fulfilled her, made her whole

The sounds of a tortured soul (She was beautiful)

And he was hideous

Okay, so this is Beauty and the Beast (Zeke, less talking)

More listening, 'cause here's where it gets interesting

Ezzy has another man

Some guy named Raoul, who's tall and handsome

And not all that pleased about her latest beau

(Ah, always a triangle)

And they battle in the passageway below (Awesome!)

And when he took his last breath

The phantom welcomed his death

He'd rather die than live apart

When it was over and done

Raoul had killed him, he'd won

But he'd lost Esmerelda's heart

'Cause though he was pretty, yes and a keeper

The phantom's love was so much deeper

A loss that nothing could console

No more, she'd see that face that once had chilled her

No more, she'd hear that music that fulfilled her

And people say that that's the thing that killed her, on the whole

She ran away and was never seen again

But get this

When they returned to find the phantom and unmask it

They never found a body for the casket

They say he had, depending who you ask it

One last goal (One last goal)

To this day, inside that theater, or near it

If you listen very closely, you can hear it

The songs of a tortured spirit's final role

The sounds of a tortured soul

That's the basic plot, anyway

So it's about a person who died at a theater

And then haunts it forever?

Yes

Brooke! That's just like the story Ms. Walker told

This play is just like the story of our school

That is so meta

Man!