Chapter Four

Phantom

Sometimes I wonder if the phantom is who I truly am and my alter ego is the one without the costume.

There are times when I feel most like myself as the phantom. I can do things as the phantom that I could never do as myself. They’d definitely be frowned upon.

When I made the comment about secrets, Angel looked down at her napkin.

So she has a secret?

Everyone has secrets. As Gaston Leroux himself said in The Phantom of the Opera, “Our lives are one masked ball.” When I’m the phantom, others seem to feel more at ease being who they want to be in the moment as well. A lot of times, that means they let their secrets go.

My only secret is what I enjoy in the bedroom. My fantasies and tastes run deep and dark, and as I gaze at my angel of music still staring at her napkin, I’m not sure she’s ready to explore that side of herself.

Still, though…I have this ridiculous need to know her name.

So unlike me, and so not what this side of me is about.