The Phantom of the Opera Music Angel

Eric fell into a semi-crazy creative state.

He didn't eat or drink for several days, his hair was disheveled, his mask was discarded, and his eyes were fierce, like a savage.He slit his wrists again and again, watching the blood flow on the brownish-yellow paper.He often fell into a frenzy and was on the verge of collapse.Sometimes it is extremely gentle, muttering and touching something, speaking words that no one can understand.

He is working on a new opera.That was all Darlene knew.

Her piano sound could no longer soothe him, but instead made him even more agitated.He didn't want to see her, and he tried his best to push her away, but he tried his best not to hurt her. Between restraint and rage, he often hurt himself.Darlene had to dodge far away, and only dared to bandage his wound after confirming that he was in a deep sleep.And the first thing he did after waking up was definitely to tear off the gauze and throw it into the water.

21 full days.All he left on the paper were meaningless scratches.Yet Darlene could see jumping, strange, elusive notes in those scratches, and he was mad and suffering for a masterpiece.

No.20 Two days later, he regained his composure.At least on the surface.His hair has been combed meticulously, the white mask has returned to the right side of his face, and the washed body has been replaced with new black clothes.However, his eyes were cold, and the painful fire could be vaguely seen burning under the ice layer.He refuses to talk to Darlene and ignores everything about her.His moment belonged entirely to that unformed opera.

Darlene had only seen such madness occasionally.It was the depression before his first creation, but it never lasted for such a long time.

Also two days after No.20, Eric regained his composure, dipped in his own blood, and wrote the title of his new work on a new piece of manuscript paper.

"Victorious Don Juan".

Since then, he has been working for six months.Creation is intermittent, but he has not stopped suffering in the past six months.Music pained him and gave him life.Music has long been a part of him and cannot be parted.

He ignored Darlene, but allowed her to read some of the manuscripts he had finalized.Allow her to attach a note beside her to state her opinion.There seemed to be only music left between her and him, nothing else to mention.He had no idea what Darlene had been doing for six months.He only knew that every morning, the vase on the table would be replaced with fresh dewy roses.

The thorny kind.

"Before the all-night carnival, Rose's head fell to the ground. The girl's heart was bewitched by this head, and she offered her love. The sweet love and the dead body rotted together in the white carcass. No one cried for it."

When Darlene read this passage, Eric was still writing the following paragraphs.She couldn't help but look at the roses on the table.

This passage was sung by the crowd when the girl was seduced by Don Juan and lost her virginity.Charming and beautiful with a disgusting body odor.

For this paragraph, Darlene did not give her opinion.

It’s just that when Eric was flipping through it, he found a piece of dried rose petals in the middle. On the petals, it was written in small characters:

"A rose is a head grown to be beheaded."

Eric, my love, was born to be picked by you.

The author has something to say: What is a rose?A head grown for decapitation - Adonis

"Before the all-night carnival, Rose's head fell to the ground. The girl's heart was bewitched by this head, and she offered her love. The sweet love and the dead body rotted together in the white carcass. No one cried for it." This sentence is made up by the author pat.The musical "Don Juan of Victory" only came out and was not finished, so I made up a section to give the plot a pat!