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Is what they say about the third album cursed is true, then fuck.

I release my third album, release day and now I'm here. At least I have a copy here.

The lead singer of Phantom Tales. Yvain De La Fantome.

It really sucks when you have this thing you really enjoy doing, but are afraid to tell it to your mother because you're afraid it's not what she has 'planned' for you.

Ugh. I love singing. But... I have to be what my mother has raised me to be. A warrior. It's what I was bred to be.

EDIT: I'll put up a few of my recordings.*
'Out There'- cover, 'Defying Gravity'-cover, 'Let It Go'-cover, ''Hell Fire'-cover

*note I love the artists and in no way am going own

This place is madness. It is bright, and cheerful, it is much like a sugar princess fairy tail in the stories where the poor dragons become the victim...and I despise it. I feel a headache from the song alone. Where are my swords when I need them.

Someone get me a cigar and find me the darkest place. And... I have been torn from my mon amour... My reason for living, my breath, my song. I have been away from her mere moments and it feels like death.

I wish there was someone, someone older that I could confide in. Someone that understood and could help me keep a level head. Even with friends, and my beautiful beloved, I still feel so alone in my fear of myself, of what I was born as, of the monster I still see myself as over something I could never have controlled having.

Typewriters. Knowing what one does with such a thing does help considerably in working out this device I've been given. All that aside, I'm rather in a hurry to prevent a terrible mistake. How did I find myself escorted from the Opera House by the police who seemed under the impression I was quite mad? Why is the world outside of it so completely different?

Most importantly perhaps, where is Raoul de Chagny and is too late to tie him to something even he cannot escape until he's regained control of all his senses?

Is this one of your tricks, Father?

As I am nearing the end of the risk zone, I would like to formally announce the conception of a child between my darling and I.

As I near 11 weeks, it is still such a blessing that I am here, that I am alive. And that after so long, he can finally call me his. We shall wed after the birth of the child. Choosing not to figure the gender until after they are born for the sake of tradition for the time we are from.

If anyone here has any suggestions for the easing of disorientation and the morning ill that falls me each day, it would be greatly appreciated. And I am blessed to have my son here. True he is older, but to see him happy and developing a little family of his own. I could not ask for anything more.

Thanks to a benefactor, I have released my first album:
"Regardez avec votre coeur: Into the world. And it seems things are selling rather well. Far more than they were in my time. I feel the need to thank any of you if you purchased one.
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I've never felt quite so uneasy in my head as I do now. The nurse informed me that it is meant to make things not hurt. Seems to be working as she says.

Now if only she could explain what other questions I have asked.

One minute I am making my rounds in the coolness that is my glorious night.

The next I am here and it is too bright. Please to let me go back into the night time.

I blame my sister. She isn't here to balance and I am confused.

...What is this.