I first noticed my love for music at a young age. My mother would often smuggle me in to the Opera House hidden under a thick felt cap and high collared shirts. Only later in life would I understand her need for secrecy.
Growing up a poor boy in the streets of Paris was difficult, but not without its joys: days spent splashing in the Seine, frollicking in the Louvre, and racing up the hill to the gloriously white Le Sacre-Couer. However, the loneliness of my existence wore on me. Children shunned me, and dogs whimpered at my approach. You see, I was burned as a child...a freak accident involving kerosene and a candle which left the upper half of my face a crackling, split wreck. Where once there had been a smooth and slender forehead, I had only mean purple scars. Where once I enjoyed the laughs and small talk of my mother's upper crust, I was now met with the sneers and screams from the Parisian burgeoise.
But oh! though the burns could ravage my life and leave my face in ruins, the music never left my soul. The sweet resolution of a dissonant seventh...the exquisite ringing tone of a high F sung to the swelling chorus of horns, and strings, and percussion. The boom! boom! of the orcehstra's snare and bass drums. I could not exist without it...the music was much a part of me as the marks that left me a monster. And my sweet Mother knew this.
So instead of allowing me to take up secret residence in the cat-walks and dank cellars of the Opera House to terrorize and intrigue the City of Lights, my mother sent me to another jewel of the Western World: Provo Utah. It was here, while using a local girl's bathroom one night, that I heard the melodious strains of a belting soprano, accompanied by what I could only describe as an electric keyboard. I could not resist the pull...I could not deny the desire...I had to satiate my need...I descended the stairs slowly, with one driving, pounding thought: to SING--
Sing with my Angel of Music!!!
I was there, it felt, as if in her mind. It was as though together Rachel and I were singing not just for ourselves, but to an audience of approximately 30 delighted college students. But I confess, the night held only light for her. That evening I only had ears for my sweet Angel of Music...all the rest dropped away into a chasm of nothingness. That dear, dear night nearly one year ago has kept me sane these many months of my seclusion in the .
And now I hear that Rachel has planned another performance with some cad named Eric Vogeler, a concert I am sure will be interrupted...somewhat unexpectedly. The music that night may be joyful, may even touch the hearts of those who hear it, but one thing I know...the Music of the Night is MINE! Revenge will be had...
And all in attendance will know it!
Love,
Phantom
Night-time sharpens, heightens each sensation . . . Darkness stirs and wakes imagination . . . Silently the senses abandon their defences . . . and then, then she will be mine.
AH HA HA HA HA HA!!!!
Friday, August 31, 2007
Eric & Rachel: The Story
After an intense evening of law school discussion and beating members of popular boy bands at karaoke, Rachel heard a voice--a voice so sweet and so good at "Hey Jude" that she had to interrupt the singing fest to declare that this man sang exactly like the Phantom.
Rewind two years when Rachel first was intrigued by the high notes at the end of "The Phantom of the Opera" and was curious whether she could hit them. After practicing in her apartment and having roommates say they could hear her across the street at the BYU Tennis Courts, Rachel knew she must perform this song. But where was her Phantom?
Now she had found him, embodied in a high-kicking law student she had recently met at the Kaplan. They practiced together at 2 a.m., and were all relieved when the doorbell during Rachel's high C was not the police but their friend. The Canadians were especially grateful, as Rachel had run and hid in the basement to avoid all possible confrontation with authority, thus leaving the Canadians to fend for themselves.
And the rest is history! After successfully winning both a local music evening and the Law School Talent Show, the masses of adoring fans requested that Eric and Rachel go on the road with their own show.
You, my friend, are invited to be a part of history.
Rewind two years when Rachel first was intrigued by the high notes at the end of "The Phantom of the Opera" and was curious whether she could hit them. After practicing in her apartment and having roommates say they could hear her across the street at the BYU Tennis Courts, Rachel knew she must perform this song. But where was her Phantom?
Now she had found him, embodied in a high-kicking law student she had recently met at the Kaplan. They practiced together at 2 a.m., and were all relieved when the doorbell during Rachel's high C was not the police but their friend. The Canadians were especially grateful, as Rachel had run and hid in the basement to avoid all possible confrontation with authority, thus leaving the Canadians to fend for themselves.
And the rest is history! After successfully winning both a local music evening and the Law School Talent Show, the masses of adoring fans requested that Eric and Rachel go on the road with their own show.
You, my friend, are invited to be a part of history.
Eric & Rachel: The Law School Debut
They won the Law School Talent Show
They won your hearts.
Join them for their full-length concert debut.
Eric & Rachel: Come see the magic.
They won your hearts.
Join them for their full-length concert debut.
Eric & Rachel: Come see the magic.
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