Cinematic Adventures: The Phantom Of The Opera

by extremeenigma02

Music of the Night

Down the long stone passage, the mysterious man in black led Christine and Rarity. The unicorn’s mind was a complete blue as she stared blankly. The passage itself was lined with candelabras, held by what appeared to be golden arms. As the two began to pass them, they would move to allow them by, and after they pass, they’d move back.

Neither the young opera singer nor the unicorn fashionista could stop gazing toward the Phantom, not once the whole time they walked. Every so often he’d glance behind himself to look at them, a small smirk gracing his lips, lighting his handsome face. He was older than them, but he seemed to be around his mid-twenties. The light hit all the right features along his face; his well-sculpted cheekbones, the strong jawline, the smooth forehead, and even his half-mask appeared to be contoured to the shape of his face.

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Along the way, The Phantom grabs a lit torch and led them down a spiraling stone staircase. They trek down a large archway, where water slowly drips from the ceiling. They had to be more than a hundred feet just below the Opera House. A black horse waits for them just at the bottom of the small set of stairs. The Phantom helps Christine onto the horse, before taking the reigns and led her further down the path. Rarity trotted along, closely beside the mysterious man. As they traversed down the passageway, she couldn’t stop staring at the Phantom. Christine slowly turned behind for a brief second, before turning back and held onto the saddle tightly.

The Phantom helps Christine off the horse, once they stopped at what appears to be an underground river system. The water flows down long stone-made channels. Waiting at the edge was a black gondola, detailed with silver-and-gold colored metal, lanterns hanging off the front and back to light the dark waterways. He helps both girls onto the gondola before grabbing a long pole and began to push the boat along.

As they neared their destination, they pass stone carvings resembling mythical looking beings. They enter a larger area where massive stone statues appear to hold the roof. And there, a gate was in front of them. The curtains pull back from behind it, as the gate slowly began to rise dripping water and mist, flowing freely around them. Then, as they paddle along, The Phantom turns briefly towards Rarity, who sat quietly along the Gondola in awe. Captivated by his very presence, and ear soothing tenor voice. As she began to vocalize, the Phantom pushed the gondola further toward the gate, entering a well-lit cavern-like room. Slowly, large candelabras began to rise from the water, lighting as they appeared. The gondola drifts towards a set of stone steps leading to a large rock-like formation, which in turn led to a large organ, along with many other trinkets scattered about. This was presumably The Phantom’s secret lair.

The Phantom leapt off the gondola, as Christine hit her highest note. He leans the pole against the wall, slowly backs away from it. She was watching him with a smile on her lips. The Phantom grips the shoulders of his cape and pulls it off, swirling it around his body with a flourish before dropping it upon the ground beside him. He wore a black coat that suit him well, as he turns to face her and Rarity. Christine and Rarity watch him with all of her attention, still amazed. The Phantom keeps his eyes on them, he slowly walks back toward the gondola. The two girls watch with great anticipation.

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The Phantom sang in the most magnificent voice the girls had ever heard, as he strolls slowly toward Christine. The young girl eagerly scooched forward and stood, taking his extended hand. He used his hand to steady herself, as she steps onto the stairs, Rarity following close behind. They maintain their eye contact towards the mysterious man, the man in turn never breaks his gaze as he continues to sing.

The Phantom beckons them to follow with a single finger, slowly, yet gracefully, walking backwards. At one point, Christine turns toward the glowing candlelight, but turns her attention back to him when she felt his smooth glove-clad fingers touch her jaw, turning her face to gaze into his eyes again.

As The Phantom serenades Christine, Rarity’s gaze turns toward the small mock-up of the Opera House’s stage, where a small figurine of Christine stood in what appears to be a similar dress she wore in the performance. But that wasn’t what caught her attention. Resting against the stage, beside a small watercolor painting of Christine’s likeness, there was a figurine of Rarity intricately carved, carefully painted, especially the very dress Rarity made for her opening act. It made Rarity gasp softly, for the detail was amazing. In the back of her mind, she realized, he had been watching them, planning for this to happen.

The Phantom smiled at Christine and she in turn smiled back, still holding his hand as she follows. He lets go of her hand suddenly, bounding up the six stone steps leading to the organ.

Christine shut her eyes, listening to his voice sooth her ears, cherishing the sound of his velvety voice. Especially that high note on ‘soar’, absorbing that note as she slowly opens her eyes, a smile on her face. The Phantom takes a few steps to the top of the stairs. He held his hand out, as she slowly stepped forward, beginning her ascent up the steps. The Phantom held out his hand to take hers.

Rarity watched as The Phantom drew Christine closer, her face mere inches from his own. Rarity could see he was taller than her friend, the top of her head coming maybe to the middle half of his face. He walks around her, watching her the whole time. On ‘be’ The Phantom’s lengthy high note bellowed throughout the lair, echoing off the stone walls. It was so mesmerizing, so mind numbingly beautiful, that Rarity felt this sensation course through her body. So much so that she collapsed onto the cold stone floor, passed out by the music. In all this, The Phantom kept his full attention on Christine.

He watched his own hands for a moment, before slowly twirling Christine around so her back was lightly touching his chest.
Christine shut her eyes, leaning against him, her head resting gently against his mask-covered cheek as his hands caressed her carefully with such delicate, smooth care. Christine slowly turns, as the Phantom pulls her hand from his cheek, taking it in both of his as she faced him, longingly into his eyes.

The Phantom smiled at her, as Christine smiles to him while he wraps an arm around her back, a hand onto her left arm. He stands behind her, peering into a small room before her. She turns to his gaze and she smile went slightly slack, shocked at the sight before her eyes.

Before her was a mannequin, a life-sized duplicate of herself complete with her exact facial features, her hair still tightly curled but a lighter brown. To add to the shock of it all, the mannequin wore a veil and wedding dress. It was too bizarre for Christine as her head became light, a dizziness swept over her, and she started to fall back. Fortunately, The Phantom caught her, hoisting her into his arms and holding her tenderly, protectively to his chest. He carries her over to a large bed in the shape of a black swan, with its tail feathers spread out and the wings extended. The fabric on the inside was red velvet and he gently began to set her in it.

The Phantom held the final note as he gently caressed her jaw, before straightening up and pulling a long grey tassel. A lacey black curtain slowly descends around the bed, and the mask the Phantom wore was the one of the only things about him that could still be seen through it.

As he silently walks back to his organ, he turns back his shoulder and acknowledged the presence of Rarity, the little unicorn who had followed them. He steps closer to her standing there silently for a closer look. He had never seen such a pony before, not the way her purple mane was styled and smooth nor the appendage sticking from her forehead nor even the strange symbol of diamonds along one part of the flank, least the one she wasn’t lying on. And though she was out cold, there was a smile on her face as if she were taken in by his music too.

The Phantom did not initially plan for this strange creature to be in his presence, but still she and her friends intrigued him… But mostly her. The way she spoke with that posh dialect, the way she was able to interact with the stage workers… And that voice, such a beautiful voice. She was naturally gifted, even he could not deny that. His eyes turn from Christine on the bed, to Rarity lying on the floor. It wouldn’t be right to leave her just lying there, so uncomfortably. He knew he had to arrange for something.

He leaned down over the unconscious form of the beautiful unicorn and very gently picked her up in his arms. Being as small as she was, she fit perfectly in his arms. Lifting her was no trouble whatsoever for the Phantom because to him she weighed about as much as a cat. Once she was secured in his embrace, he slowly walked her back down towards the gondola. He laid her down gently on the soft cushions that lined the floor so as not to wake her. He then unclasped his black cloak from his shoulders and laid it gently over her sleeping figure, brushing a finger over her delicate face as he pulled his hand away.

He silently walks back to his organ and takes a sheet music, one that he has been working on for quite some time. He thought of the two talented, beautiful girls now in his little world away from the outside. They have brought such joy in him in light of his dismal existence, he’ll be keeping a special eye on them…

So long as no one comes looking for them…

Comments

[Melody Song]

Another excellent and musically mysterious chapter!

[Tim Ribbert]

A awsome chapter my friend

[Dinodisneylover1]

Beautiful.

[Toonwriter]

A lovely chapter!

[Marebook7]

Wow, what a exquisite fine chapter you made with music of the night!

[Dramamaster829]

Thus we are fully introduced to The Phantom, a mysterious man in a mask and the world that he created beneath the surface world. What we do know about this figure is that he is a tremendous singer, a meticulous planner with the way he envisioned the Operas, and so powerful in some degree, it's amazing how he can put folks like Rarity and Christine under his control with or without magic. It is also during this chapter where two of the show's famous songs are orchestrated, 'The Phantom of the Opera' and 'Music of the Night'. While Gerard Butler may not be my favorite phantom overall, it's the songs themselves that are still beautiful to listen to.

Who knows what The Phantom has in mind for those girls as they make themselves at home in his lair? Still, he brought them together for a reason (Even Rarity, whether it was planned or not) and he has big plans in mind especially for Christine. Whatever that may be, we will soon learn eventually.

[Dramamaster829]

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I'm glad you enjoy it. The story takes advantage of deploying the mystery factor.

[Dramamaster829]

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A chapter made especially for awesome fans, like yourselves.

[Dramamaster829]

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Thank you. Mr. Enigma and I were looking forward to this chapter.

[Dramamaster829]

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Thank you very much. We wanted it to be as good as we wanted it to be.

[Dramamaster829]

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It is one of the show's best songs. We truly wanted it to do justice, even imagining someone else singing as The Phantom.

[MarioBrony]

What a haunting experience! Who knows what will come next!

[Wildcard25]

Wonderful. Music of the Night was my favorite song of this musical

[JusSonic]

Yeah, very nice. Got a feeling things will go to Tartarus later though.

[Marebook7]

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Well then, you guys did great job in writing this beautiful chapter!

[MegaBrony95]

My favorite part of the movie. I LOVE the title song! I used to sing and listen to it for hours sometimes. The way they did it here was beautiful and fantastic. The one thing I didn't like was that they skipped the last part of the song. That's actually my favorite line. I'm glad you included it.

My father's also a bit of a musical and Phantom fan. "Music of the Night" is his favorite.

It seems maybe the Phantom wants Rarity for how I thought. Perhaps working as an envoy for him to the hands and people of the theater. Either that, or he wishes for her to be the one thing he has very little to none of: a friend. Someone who, like his love Christine, understands and loves the arts as he does. As for the others, perhaps if he sees Twilight and Rarity's magic, he will believe that they could perform miracles and cure him of his infliction to make him look normal. It would be a good ransom for her. "Make me normal to be with Christine or you will never see your friend again."

Guess we'll just have to see.

[MagicLover2128]

Wonderful, I actually think Luna would love this song very much if she were with them.

[MarioBrony]

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Guess mesmerization runs in the family does it?

[BeastMaster17]

Beautiful Chapter with such love in the air 👩‍❤️‍👨

[Toonwriter]

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Yep.

[Brerdaniel]

Oh boy, I just hope Spike won't get too jealous and upset throughout the story.

[FoxfanMLP22]

*claps*
Bravo! Bravo!

[FoxfanMLP22]

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True to that!

[Toonwriter]

Down the long stone passage, the mysterious man in black led Christine and Rarity. The unicorn’s mind was a complete blue as she stared blankly. The passage itself was lined with candelabras, held by what appeared to be golden arms. As the two began to pass them, they would move to allow them by, and after they pass, they’d move back.

Neither the young opera singer nor the unicorn fashionista could stop gazing toward the Phantom, not once the whole time they walked. Every so often he’d glance behind himself to look at them, a small smirk gracing his lips, lighting his handsome face. He was older than them, but he seemed to be around his mid-twenties. The light hit all the right features along his face; his well-sculpted cheekbones, the strong jawline, the smooth forehead, and even his half-mask appeared to be contoured to the shape of his face.

Christine (Sings):
In sleep he sang to me,
In dreams he came…
That voice that calls to me
And speaks my name.
And do I dream again?
For now, I find…
The Phantom of the Opera is there…
Inside my mind!

Starlight: (softly) The Phantom of the Opera...

Apple Bloom: Sweetie Belle? (waves a hoof over her face) Hello?

Sweetie: (as she gently yet firmly pushes Apple Bloom away) Shhh! I need to watch.

Along the way, The Phantom grabbed a lit torch and led them down a spiraling stone staircase. They trekked down a large archway, where water slowly dripped from the ceiling. They had to be more than a hundred feet just below the Opera House. A black horse waited for them just at the bottom of the small set of stairs.

The Phantom (Sings):
Sing once again with me,
Our strange duet…
My power over you grows stronger yet!

The Phantom helped Christine onto the horse, before taking the reigns and led her further down the path. Rarity trotted along, closely beside the mysterious man. As they traversed down the passageway, she couldn’t stop staring at the Phantom. Christine slowly turned behind for a brief second, before turning back and held onto the saddle tightly.

The Phantom (Sings):
And though you turn from me,
To glance behind,
The Phantom of the Opera is there…
Inside your mind!

The Phantom helped Christine off the horse, once they stopped at what appeared to be an underground river system. The water flowed down long stone-made channels. Waiting at the edge was a black gondola, detailed with silver-and-gold colored metal, lanterns hanging off the front and back to light the dark waterways. He helped both girls onto the gondola before grabbing a long pole and began to push the boat along.

Rarity (Sings):
Those who have seen your face,
Draw back in fear,
I am the mask you wear…

The Phantom (Sings):
It’s me they hear!

Christine, Rarity, and Phantom (Sings):
Your/My spirit and my/your voice,
In one combined,
The Phantom of the Opera is there,
Inside your/my mind.

As they neared their destination, they passed stone carvings resembling mythical looking beings. They entered a larger area where massive stone statues appeared to hold the roof. And there, a gate was in front of them. The curtains pulled back from behind it, as the gate slowly began to rise dripping water and mist, flowing freely around them.

(As it happened, mist formed in the room, flowing around the movie watchers as well.)

Lemon Hearts: Hey! What's the meaning of this?

Discord: The chaos effect, Lemon Hearts. Thought I'd add a 3D atmosphere.

Moondancer: That's...... (smiles a bit) ...actually pretty cool!

Rarity (Sings):
He’s there, the Phantom of the Opera…

Then, as they paddled along, The Phantom turned briefly towards Rarity, who sat quietly along the Gondola in awe. Captivated by his very presence, and ear-soothing tenor voice.

The Phantom (Sings):
In all your fantasies,
You’ve always knew,
That man and mystery…

Rarity (Sings):
Were both in you…

Phantom, Rarity, and Christine (Sings):
And in this labyrinth,
Where night is blind,
The Phantom of the Opera it there,
Inside your mind!

Phantom (Sings):
Sing, my Angel of Music…

Christine (Sings):
He’s there, the Phantom of the Opera…

As she began to vocalize, the Phantom pushed the gondola further toward the gate, entering a well-lit cavern-like room.

Phantom (Sings):
Sing, my Angel…

Slowly, large candelabras began to rise from the water, lighting as they appeared.

Phantom (Sings):
Sing for me!

The gondola drifted towards a set of stone steps leading to a large rock-like formation, which in turn led to a large organ, along with many other trinkets scattered about. This was presumably The Phantom’s secret lair.

Luna: What an intriguing secret lair!

Celestia: Twilight and the others must know about this, for Rarity's sake! And yet, not to spoil this experience Rarity is having.

Cheese: I agree.

Phantom (Sings):
Sing, my Angel!
Sing for me!

The Phantom leapt off the gondola, as Christine hit her highest note. He leaned the pole against the wall, slowly backed away from it. She was watching him with a smile on her lips. The Phantom gripped the shoulders of his cape and pulled it off, swirling it around his body with a flourish before dropping it upon the ground beside him. He wore a black coat that suit him well, as he turned to face her and Rarity.

Discord: So, Sweetie's mesmerized by the Phantom, is she? Perhaps I could make her feel like she's in it, too.

Wind Sprint: (concerned) She won't be seen by Christine, Rarity or the Phantom, will she?

Discord: Not at all, Wind Sprint. (snaps fingers)

The Phantom (Sings):
I have brought you,
To this seat of sweet music’s throne,

The Phantom gestured around himself and stepped to his left, walking past piles of paper, sheet music and books, as well as props and various paintings.

(Sweetie, who was now in the room, looked around herself in amazement, but then she saw Rarity, Christine and the singing Phantom.)

The Phantom (Sings):
To this kingdom where all must pay homage to music, music…

He walked over to his organ, faced it, his back to Christine.

The Phantom (Sings):
You have come here,
For one purpose and one alone,

On that note, he turned to face Christine once more.

The Phantom (Sings):
Since the moment I first heard you sing,
I have needed you with me,
To serve me, to sing for my music…

Christine and Rarity watched him with all of her attention, still amazed.

(Sweetie slowly walked up to Christine and Rarity until she found herself standing right next to the latter, gazing at the Phantom in equal amazement.)

Diamond Tiara: Wow! Look at Sweetie! She's practically idolizing the Phantom!

Silver Spoon: Yeah! Do you think she could learn a lot from him?

Starlight: Shh, shh. Just keep watching.

The Phantom (Sings):
My music…

The Phantom kept his eyes onto her, he slowly walked back toward the gondola. The two girls watched with great anticipation.

The Phantom (Sings):
Nighttime sharpens,
Heightens each sensation,
Darkness stirs,
And wakes imagination.
Silently the senses abandon their defenses…

The Phantom sang in the most magnificent voice the girls had ever heard, as he strolled slowly toward Christine. The young girl eagerly scooched forward and stood, taking his extended hand. He used his hand to steady herself, as she stepped onto the stairs, Rarity following close behind.

(Sweetie followed Rarity closely as well.)

They maintained their eye contact towards the mysterious man, the man in turn never broke his gaze as he continued to sing.

The Phantom (Sings):
Slowly, gently,
Night unfurls its splendor,
Grasp it, sense it,
Tremulous and tender…

The Phantom beckoned them to follow with a single finger, slowly yet gracefully, walking backwards. At one point, Christine turned toward the glowing candlelight, but turned her attention back to him when she felt his smooth glove-clad fingers touch her jaw, turning her face to gaze into his eyes again.

The Phantom (Sings):
Turn your face away
From the garish light of day,
Turn your thoughts away from cold,
Unfeeling light,

As The Phantom serenaded Christine, Rarity’s gaze turned toward the small mock-up of the Opera House’s stage, where a small figurine of Christine stood in what appears to be a similar dress she wore in the performance. But that wasn’t what caught her attention. Resting against the stage, beside a small watercolor painting of Christine’s likeness, there was a figurine of Rarity intricately carved, carefully painted, especially the very dress Rarity made for her opening act. It made Rarity gasp softly, for the detail was amazing. In the back of her mind, she realized, he had been watching them, planning for this to happen.

(Sweetie gasped softly in amazement at the figures as well.)

The Phantom (Sings):
And listen to the music of the night!

The Phantom smiled at Christine and she in turn smiled back, still holding his hand as she follows. He let go of her hand suddenly, bounding up the six stone steps leading to the organ.

The Phantom (Sings):
Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams,
Purge your thoughts from the life you knew before!
Close your eyes, let your spirits start to soar!

Smolder: (amazed) What a voice...

Minuette: (likewise) You said it...

Christine shut her eyes, listening to his voice sooth her ears, cherishing the sound of his velvety voice. Especially that high note on ‘soar’, absorbing that note as she slowly opened her eyes, a smile on her face. The Phantom took a few steps to the top of the stairs.

The Phantom (Sings):
And you’ll live as you’ve never lived before…

He held his hand out as she slowly stepped forward, beginning her ascent up the steps. The Phantom held out his hand to take hers.

The Phantom (Sings):
Softly, deftly,
Music shall career you,
Hear it, feel it,
Secretly possess you…

Rarity watched as The Phantom drew Christine closer, her face mere inches from his own. Rarity could see he was taller than her friend, the top of her head coming maybe to the middle half of his face. He walked around her, watching her the whole time.

(Sweetie hid behind Rarity, watching the Phantom carefully yet in admiration.)

The Phantom (Sings):
Open up your mind!
Let your fantasies unwind!
In this darkness that you know you cannot fight,
The darkness of the music of the night!

Let your mind start a journey
Through a strange new world,
Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before…
Let your soul take you where you long to be!

On ‘be’ The Phantom’s lengthy high note bellowed throughout the lair, echoing off the stone walls. It was so mesmerizing, so mind-numbingly beautiful, that Rarity felt this sensation course through her body. So much so that she collapsed onto the cold stone floor, passed out by the music.

(Sweetie felt the same sensation Rarity had, enough for her to pass out as well.)

Apple Bloom and Scootaloo: Sweetie Belle!

Discord: I'll take care of this!

Luna: Be careful, Discord!

(Then Discord disappeared and went into the movie before turning invisible while getting Sweetie Belle.)

In all this, The Phantom kept his full attention on Christine.

The Phantom (Sings):
Only then can you belong to me…

He watched his own hands for a moment, before slowly twirling Christine around so her back was lightly touching his chest.

The Phantom (Sings):
Floating, falling,
Sweet intoxication…

Christine shut her eyes, leaning against him, her head resting gently against his mask-covered cheek as his hands caressed her carefully with such delicate, smooth care.

The Phantom (Sings):
Touch me…
Trust me…
Savor each sensation…

Christine slowly turned, as the Phantom pulled her hand from his cheek, taking it in both of his as she faced him, longingly into his eyes.

The Phantom (Sings):
Let the dream begin!
Let your darker side give in
To the power of the music that I write…
The power of the music of the night!

The Phantom smiled at her, as Christine smiled to him while he wrapped an arm around her back, a hand onto her left arm. He stood behind her, peering into a small room before her. She turned to his gaze and her smile went slightly slack, shocked at the sight before her eyes.

Before her was a mannequin, a life-sized duplicate of herself complete with her exact facial features, her hair still tightly curled but a lighter brown. To add to the shock of it all, the mannequin wore a veil and wedding dress. It was too bizarre for Christine as her head became light, a dizziness swept over her, and she started to fall back. Fortunately, The Phantom caught her, hoisting her into his arms and holding her tenderly, protectively to his chest. He carried her over to a large bed in the shape of a black swan, with its tail feathers spread out and the wings extended. The fabric on the inside was red velvet and he gently began to set her in it.

Starlight: Look at that bed!

Trixie: That Phantom... maybe he's not as bad as we're expecting.

The Phantom (Sings):
You alone can make my song take flight…
Help me make the music of… the…
Night…

The Phantom held the final note as he gently caressed her jaw, before straightening up and pulling a long grey tassel. A lacy black curtain slowly descends around the bed, and the mask the Phantom wore was the one of the only things about him that could still be seen through it.

As he silently walked back to his organ, he turned back his shoulder and acknowledged the presence of Rarity, the little unicorn who had followed them. He stepped closer to her standing there silently for a closer look. He had never seen such a pony before, not the way her purple mane was styled and smooth nor the appendage sticking from her forehead nor even the strange symbol of diamonds along one part of the flank, least the one she wasn’t lying on. And though she was out cold, there was a smile on her face as if she were taken in by his music, too.

The Phantom did not initially plan for this strange creature to be in his presence, but still she and her friends intrigued him… but mostly her. The way she spoke with that posh dialect, the way she was able to interact with the stage workers… And that voice, such a beautiful voice. She was naturally gifted, even he could not deny that. His eyes turn from Christine on the bed, to Rarity lying on the floor. It wouldn’t be right to leave her just lying there, so uncomfortably. He knew he had to arrange for something.

He leaned down over the unconscious form of the beautiful unicorn and very gently picked her up in his arms. Being as small as she was, she fit perfectly in his arms. Lifting her was no trouble whatsoever for the Phantom because to him she weighed about as much as a cat. Once she was secured in his embrace, he slowly walked her back down towards the gondola. He laid her down gently on the soft cushions that lined the floor so as not to wake her. He then unclasped his black cloak from his shoulders and laid it gently over her sleeping figure, brushing a finger over her delicate face as he pulled his hand away.

He silently walked back to his organ and took a sheet music, one that he had been working on for quite some time. He thought of the two talented, beautiful girls now in his little world away from the outside. They had brought such joy in him in light of his dismal existence, he’ll be keeping a special eye on them…

So long as no one comes looking for them…

(With no one looking, and with Sweetie in his arms, Discord disappeared and headed back into the theater room.)

Celestia: Good work, Discord. That was a close one.

Discord: Whoo! I'll say it was. She was too blown in!

Apple Bloom: Is she gonna be okay?

Discord: Don't worry. She'll wake up... when Christine and Rarity wake up.

Scootaloo: Oh, good. Whew!

Shining: Then let's keep watching. This musical's really getting good!