It’s 7 AM. The school is filling with hundreds, if not thousands, of students. Some are new, and some are returning. The new ones will be my prey… MUHAHAH ! I walk across the stage eyeing up some of the more prospective students, aka, the ones that got lost so they just headed to the auditorium. Then I saw her. She was alone, whistling a tune from the opera “Falstaff” and carrying a pink and black back pack. This girl, I thought, can be my new prodigy to train. All good phatomesses must have someone follow in their footsteps, of course. She will be the Christine to my Eric. I swooped down from the rafters of the stage to the auditorium floor. “Whose there?” she gasped. I replied “I am your angel of music! Come to me angel of music”. She walked towards me with a creepy dazed look on my face. But nothing is ever too creepy for phanomess K. I grabbed her and pulled the trap door open to sneak downstairs into my lair. Muhahah! I swear, i’m a phantom, not a pedophile. I promise!