#Phantom San Francisco

[fruitykitkatbar]

8 hours I poured my soul into this 🙏 I almost posted him w a massive red dot on his shoulder like I did in discord 😭😭😭😭😭

As always, low quality speedpaint is provided underneath, but this time with a track made by my bestie @rockingego (ik I've tagged you in like everything I just feel bad not giving credit 😭)

I had 8 hours of colorguard practice today too and instead of sleeping last night I did ts and IM SO HAPPY WITH ITTTTT!!!!! It was originally gonna be gojo but like I made the hair pink on accident and then gave up really fast

[d-criss-news]

Darren Criss' San Francisco Spots

Darren Criss loves sharing music and places with a sentimental meaning. The award-winning actor and singer takes a trip down memory lane and shares all of his favorite places in his hometown, plus he curated some spots he's loving right now.

Amoeba Music I’m probably the last generation of people growing up going to record stores and buying albums. Amoeba was such a fun place to go to. It was like an exclamation point on my hang-out day in the Haight. I loved going there, checking out albums, and listening to as many as possible. You could scan the bar codes and check out the music. There were always a lot of great artists coming through. It was a cool place to hang out, being around music and record people."

Wasteland "Haight-Ashbury has all these great vintage stores. I really got into vintage clothing when I was a teenager. I remember I bought some bell bottoms here that I thought were really cool. I used to wear those at school, and I was like, 'Man, I'm so hip.' I love Wasteland."

The Alembic "This spot opened after I left San Francisco, but when I go back to the Haight, I love to stop by here. As a cocktail bar owner, I’m pretty choosy about cocktail menus, but they have a great one. I pay a visit every time I’m in town."

Golden Gate Park "Golden Gate Park is very dear to me. I’ve enjoyed going there recently as Outside Lands is now a fixture of the city. I loved going to the park for runs. I had soccer games and practice there, too. I’ve just had a lot of fun here walking around all times of the year. I love when it’s foggy and cold, and you have to dress up warm for a walk. I have a Pavlovian reaction when I smell the eucalyptus trees in the park. I have a very strong connection to the place."

Japanese Tea Garden "One place in particular that I’ve always loved in Golden Gate Park is the Japanese Tea Garden. My wife and I are big Japanese culture fans. We taught ourselves to read, write, and speak Japanese during the pandemic, so it’s a big part of our life. I’m a fan of Japanese gardens, and I’m a big tea drinker, so it checks all the boxes for me. It’s a beautifully curated, traditional Japanese garden. It’s a peaceful place to have a contemplative moment in the park."

Marina Green "When I was younger, we lived in the Marina, and I spent a lot of time with my parents at Marina Green—going for runs and doing stuff with my dad. My dad was a big runner. He always loved it there."

Crissy Field Center "Crissy Field is a special place to me. I used to ride my bike here. In fact, it’s where I learned how to ride a bike. This park was fun for us because, obviously, our last name is Criss. So it became ‘Hey, this is our field,’ where we could ride our bikes. It’s an old abandoned landing strip for planes. They’ve transformed it into this really beautiful nature reserve in the past twenty years. A lot of the natural wildlife is coming back to the area, and it has completely been revitalized."

Bourbon & Branch "I recently did the Hedwig and The Angry Inch musical on Broadway, and then I did its tour. I first got into the musical when I was growing up in San Francisco, so I would be remiss not to do it in my hometown. We were stationed at the Golden Gate Theatre in the Tenderloin, and there’s a cocktail bar close by that I’m particularly fond of. You can have a quiet drink there. It’s especially nice after a show when I don’t want to use my voice too much. It’s my idea of the perfect cocktail club."

CreoLa "CREOLA is another newer spot I’m very fond of. It’s a great cajun, New Orleans–style seafood restaurant. My wife and I got married in New Orleans, and we love that city. I just stumbled onto this place when I went here for Sunday brunch. They had a lovely dixie jazz combo playing, which was such a nice treat. I had a delicious crab benedict here—one of the best I’ve ever had."

The Music Store "My brother and I grew up getting a lot of music from The Music Store. We were really into bluegrass. My brother is a banjo player, and we’d go see a lot of local folk and bluegrass bands there. Shelby was the guy that ran the store, and I was always fond of him. You know, even at that point, I realized that having a mom-and-pop record store was special. I hope it can live on forever."

Great American Music Hall "Every Sunday, I’d check the datebook in the SF Chronicle and look for great shows to go to when I was growing up. I saw one of my first concerts at the Great American Music Hall. I saw Phantom Planet open for American Hi-Fi there. I must have been 14 or 15 years old. Phantom Planet is a band that I've continued to love throughout my life. I even ended up playing with them, so the Great American Music Hall has a special place in my heart."

Stonestown Galleria "I spent a lot of time here, particularly during the holidays because that's where I did all my last-minute Christmas shopping. I went to Good Guys for electronics, cool walkmans, portable CD players, and Tower Records to look at records and buy cool stuff there. The mall was a one-stop-shop for my brother and me during the holidays. And, we'd go to the food court, get a hot dog on a stick, and go see a movie."

Seniore's Pizza "San Francisco is not a party city. It can be hard to find late-night eats. The only place that you can get a pizza after a night out somewhere is Seniore’s Pizza. It’s a place where you can find a bunch of young kids trying to squeeze in a pizza right before the whole city closes. It’s definitely a fixture for local San Francisco kids."

Submarine Center "Submarine Center is hallowed, sacred ground. It’s in the ‘last meal’ kind of category for me. The sheer ecstasy that I have going into that little room and having one of the best sandwiches in the world is something that I do wish upon everybody in the world. Whatever sandwich you pick from the menu, it's going to be delicious. Submarine Center is a big leading player in the show of my life."

Philosophers Club "If you want to live like a West Portal or Sunset kid, you hit up this dive bar next to Submarine Center. But if you’re one of the homies, you’d call it the Philly Club. So if you ever want to get a sandwich and hit the Philly club, tell 'em Darren sent you!"

[starry-bi-sky]

Hey DP Fandom (or just dpxdc fandom specifically ig since I see this more there) quick question. how many think amity park is a “small town” …because its Not. It Has Skyscrapers what small town has skyscrapers

[kiryoutann]

Before reading, please check series masterlist to read the warning(s), disclaimer, and to make sure you’re on the right chapter. Minors do NOT interact.

TRIGGER WARNING: DEPRESSION, SUICIDE ATTEMPT.

If you are struggling with suicidal thoughts or tendencies, please seek help and support from a mental health professional.

This story is written from the perspective of a biased omniscient narrator, keep this in mind as you read and don't take everything they say as absolute truth.

Please proceed with caution and consider your personal comfort and wellbeing before continuing.

SUICIDE HOTLINE.

I want to die.

The distant echoes of departing trains continue to linger in the air, reaching your ears even as you ascend the steps to the sidewalk of the old, dour London city. Gray clouds loom low in the sky, but occasional wisps of warm sunlight manage to slip through the overcast, illuminating patches of England's capital city.

And yet, when it comes your turn to cross beneath it—the last remnants of that golden hue—you feel nothing. The sun is gone, leaving you alone with yourself.

I want to die. You want to die, yet the way you stride leaves an impression that there remains a purpose to your existence—a reason to stay alive. Looking up, you see the neoclassical architectural building that you have long been familiar with. You push the large heavy doors to enter the Metropolitan Opera building.

The dim hallway of the opera house washes you over with old nostalgia. It reminds you of those early days, when you were just a wide-eyed girl fresh from San Francisco, full of newly lit aspirations. Determined to prove to herself that she wasn't what that old voice had always told her she was.

In the past, everything felt so gray—the streets, the buildings, even the sky above. But now, looking back, you realize you may have taken that time for granted. Compared to the supposedly better present, the past now appears in hues of bronze, still working towards perfection. Not yet gold—you haven’t gotten what you want, but you never lose sight of your stage, of your dance. Ballet remains both your agony and your solace.

But now, the world has been washed in muted colors, worse than gray. Ballet has shockingly intertwined with this foreign concept—distant, irrevocably severed.

Reality has transformed into an almost dreamlike quality, trapping you in the haze of your own creation. Yet, like a phantom that knows not when to end, you carry your feet toward the dressing room reserved for the prima ballerina. The door loomed before you; your hand reached for the handle, turned it, and pushed with a creak on its hinges.

(Was it ballet that had become nothing to you, or was it you who had become nothing to ballet?)

Your eyes immediately landed on the figure sitting in front of the vanity. Claudine, the woman who had taken your place as the Swan Queen, perched in the chair that should have been yours. Her eyes widen as she caught sight of your reflection in the mirror, but her surprise was short-lived as a smirk slowly spread across her red lips.

Claudine turns her body to face you. “Well, well, look who it is. Did you forget your way to the bathroom, darling?”

Much different from the last time you saw her, she looks radiantly happy. She adjusts her seat, making herself comfortable on the cushion of a chair that clearly does not belong to her. But that doesn’t mean it’s yours, does it? Sure, Claudine wasn’t the first choice—but the director still chose her to replace you. It was glaringly obvious that the role of the Swan Queen was no longer yours; you were simply the wrong choice, a mistake.

Tomorrow’s Swan Lake performance will be starring Claudine. Not you. Last week, you were still able to gloat and say that nothing would happen, and yet, something did—you blew your performance, delivered a shitshow, and the director launched into a long, angry sentence before discarding you. Sending you home.

(“You need to go home.” in a voice that doesn't belong to the director.)

Suddenly, the door opens wider; you see the director standing in the doorway. “Claudine, we need to—“ he begins, but his words trail off as his gaze meets yours.

A look of surprise flashed across his face as he took your presence. You could only imagine how unexpected your sudden appearance must have seemed to him—a ghost materializing after days of radio silence. He furrowed his brows, glancing at Claudine as if silently asking if she's seeing this too. Turning back to you, you felt the intensity of his eyes as he scanned you from head to toe.

Henri calls your name, then asks, “Are you alright?”

For a moment, you hesitate. “The world is covered in a gray haze” is the only description you can come up with—the only way to tell them, but you wonder if they will even understand what you mean. Maybe the issue lies in your own eyesight, tinting everything so dull and lifeless. Soulless. “The world is speaking a language I no longer have the strength to comprehend,” you want to scream it from the rooftops. Everything is moving on and leaving me behind, and I don’t know why.

“Are you alright?”

Such an easy question, yet so hard to answer. You're certain that nothing is alright, but you're not hurting as much as you were that night in that unfamiliar city, are you? No more hyperventilating, no more shortness of breath. Objectively speaking, you seem fine. And yet, you're not sure you can carry on if the future will continue to feel this way.

So instead, you simply nodded, eyes empty but staring back at him as you utter the words, “I’m fine. I was just about to leave.”

You didn’t wait for a response, turning around the way you came and walking back down the long hallway. Yet, the hallway seemed strangely altered, as if it had undergone some sort of magical transformation while you were inside the prima ballerina’s dressing room. The dim corridor was almost deformed to the point where you couldn't recognize it. Or perhaps the world was perfect, and it was your own sight that had become deformed.

Looking around, you wonder if it was all real—if the walls were as solid as they seemed; if the golden rays of sun were genuine, or if they were mere props in a stage production. Do you even exist? Or are you just a microorganism barely clinging to life and yearning to be something you're not? The exit seemed far away, and something begged you on its knees for you to stop, for you to turn back.

There is no turning back for you. You are deformed—you are lost in a place that no longer wants to recognize you. Where do you turn back? How do you turn back? The answers you demand are nil, and you… return to resignation, to surrender. There is no turning back for you.

London never really rests, even when the evening wears on with uncertain weather. The hesitant sunlight casts a slanting gaze on the upper half of a three-story building. While the middle section to the top is constructed from a rugged red-hued brick, the ground floor was painted in a bolder crimson, with old-style serif fonts for the name of the establishment. It's a flower shop. A couple exits, the woman smiling graciously at her lover while holding onto his hand, cradling a bouquet of freshly cut blossoms.

Walking opposite you is a family of four, laughing as they enjoy their stroll. You turn to see a career-driven woman striding purposefully, probably to meet her next client.

Everyone had a purpose, a direction, a sense of belonging. And standing amidst this bustling city, you felt alien, empty—a specter, a ghost among the living, treading this path simply because it’s the only one you knew, but it seemed to have no end in sight. It felt like you had lost something, everything. Your infinitesimal place in this world is now entirely erased.

(Who are you?)

Your life is yours to live, but you are not its main character. Everywhere you tread, you carry the setting sun; the colors fade in your presence. Doom creeps closer, dripping and seeping into your nailbeds—unfortunately, you have a habit of biting them. Now it is in your blood, pumped through your body, settling in your organs and muscles.

Who are you?

Nobody's daughter, nobody's lover. No longer a prima-ballerina.

As you descend the stairs that lead down to the subway, the sound of the departing train echoes through the station. You stand in the spot you’ve occupied countless times before—the safe line where other passengers wait for the next train. Taking a deep breath, your heart throbs painfully as the acrid scent of cigarette smoke enters your lungs. You turn to see a man leaning against the wall, his lips wrapped around the glowing embers.

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to block out the memory that the smell reminded you of. Looking for a distraction, your gaze fell upon the yellow line that served as the boundaries where you should stand. It was a simple thing, but it carried a clear meaning—don't get too close to the edge of the platform; back away or find your doom.

However, from your dull vision, the vibrant hue had faded, leaving behind a lifeless grey that blended effortlessly with the rest of the platform. Another line meant nothing. You lifted your gaze and landed it on the train tracks.

The steel of the rails glints in the dim light. Just one step, one final fall, and it would all be over. No more empty apartments to face, no more tiring tomorrows. A funeral won't be necessary because by the time you're gone, there will be no part of you left in this world.

A cough sounds from behind you, breaking through your loud thoughts. Turning, you see a woman probably in her thirties in a bright floral dress. Averting your eyes to another source of voices, your gaze lands on a man and a girl next to him—a father and daughter. You end up glancing around at the people around you, all waiting patiently for the next train to take them to their next stop or home.

How would they react to such a spectacle?

The image of their horrified faces, their clothes stained with the crimson of your blood. And what about the train engineer? They would be the first and the last to look you in the eye, to witness your final moments before your demise. The ending you obtain will linger as a scar you leave on them—an impact that will stay, haunting them for weeks, perhaps even months or years to come.

And you…

You couldn't do that to them.

The second consideration is too late when the train squeals through the tunnel, signaling its arrival. The train has arrived; you are hyper-aware of your standing right behind the yellow line. A stream of people begins to board the tube, and so do you. Taking a seat, the window across from you serves as an uncomfortable mirror forced up against you. You avert your eyes from it, not wanting to face your own faint reflection.

As the robotic voice of the tube's announcement echoed through the carriage, urging the passengers to “step clear of the doors,” the father and daughter took their seats across from you. The little girl, no more than five or six years old, straightens her gaze to meet yours.

There, you find your younger self. To her, you are just a weird grown-up with tired eyes, but to you, she is that little girl you once were. The bright-eyed girl with simple dreams—to eat ice cream with Daddy, to coax Mommy for a furry friend, to be the brightest star for her parents. To be the greatest ballet dancer the world has ever seen.

The girl who loves blue so much, but Mom forces pink on her. You remember your childhood photo framed in the closet back home before you left San Francisco for good—a photo of you and Mom at your first ballet recital.

“My little princess, you’re going to be the greatest ballet dancer the world has ever seen.”

And yet, hours later, submerged in the warm water that should have melted your tension away and untied the knots within, reality proved otherwise. Those dreams, once so vivid, are now gone—abandoned, for your heart has shrunk in size as you've grown. The bright-eyed girl was no more—so was Daddy, so was Mommy. Ballet, too, dismantled in your own hands. Your identity is destroyed and-

And what does that leave behind, then? An empty body? A vessel for a rotting soul? A very unlovable being roaming the earth, manipulating anyone she can find to stay; to act as a blind lover, because who else could love a deformed creature like me?

You let yourself take a deep, trembling breath, and as you did, a tiny echo of pain stabbed at your heart. The tears finally came. But, as your cries reverberated through the bathroom, the numbness returned, as if in an attempt to shut out the shame of hearing your agony. Reaching out, you made a gentle swirl in the water, watching as the small waves lapped against the porcelain of the tub, creating another smaller one that disappeared in a split second.

By the time you stepped out of the bath, your fingers were wrinkled. Wrapping yourself in a towel, you walked to the sink. You grabbed your toothbrush, smearing the minty paste across the bristles. Finally, you lifted your gaze to the mirror, the reflection of your tired face greeting you.

The woman gazing back at you seems like a complete stranger—you can hardly fathom that she is the person that little girl grew up into. The sight of your own face caused another tear to fall, but this time, you felt nothing but the throbbing headache that wrecked your brain. Your eyelids felt heavy—all you wanted to do was sleep.

After your nightly routine was complete, you slipped into the comfort of your pajamas—an oversized t-shirt and a pair of worn sweatpants. You turned the doorknob and stepped out of the bathroom. Walking to the kitchen, you decided to quench your thirst before actually going to bed. You opened the cabinet, searching for a clean glass.

As your hand clutched the glass, your gaze drifted to the bottle of bourbon beside it. You scrutinized the amber liquid for a good two minutes before closing the cabinet door with a soft click.

Turning on the tap, you let the cool water fill your empty cup before bringing it to your lips and taking a sip. You drained it to ease your dry throat. Placing the glass in the sink, you stared at it, contemplating something. You shook your head, reluctantly pulling yourself away from the kitchen and into the bedroom.

Despite the tightness in your skull and the burning ache of your eyelids, falling asleep proved to be a challenge. You lay there, tossing and turning, desperate for a long-lasting close of eyes. But your mind couldn't cooperate; instead, it was fixed on that day—the day you had visited him. The what-ifs come next, a chorus of “if only” that creates more space for questions and regret. What if you hadn't gone that day? What if you had given him the time and space he needed, trusting that he would come back to you just like he always had before?

What if you had become an easier woman to love? What if you hadn't been made like this—a shameful woman who claws for love in every kindness that others show you? Who had made you this way? Was it your parents and their inconsistent showcase of a tainted version of “love”? Or were you born with this never-ending hell?

Why doesn’t he love me? The words echoed, a persistent refrain that refused to be silenced. Why did he leave me? And you’re left wondering who you’re asking—that man or your father?

With a sudden jolt, you rise from the bed, your feet hitting the solid floor beneath. Wrenching the doorknob harshly, you made a beeline for the bathroom. You pulled open the cabinet, grabbing at everything you could, shoving the various pills and tablets into your mouth. The bitter taste slowly spreads as it all melts on your tongue.

Stumbling out of the bathroom, you walk quickly to the kitchen, eyes landing on the other cabinet – where a bottle of that amber liquid is stored. You open it roughly, downing the contents, feeling the burn of the alcohol searing your throat.

You set the bottle down, turning to leave the kitchen to return to the bedroom. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you blinked, sweeping your gaze one last time around the room. You laid back down on the mattress, pulling the soft blanket up over your body. The ceiling looked bland, all white with a dark spot where it had once leaked.

Reaching out, you grasped the lamp on the bedside table, flicked it off, painting the room black.

SUICIDE HOTLINE.

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TimKon Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

pain is cold water by sleepdeprivedphilosopher - Rated T

“Kon is getting an apartment,” Tim says and his fingers are digging into his lifeline. “He needs a roommate.” He doesn’t, but Tim prays he won’t mind. “Where?” Dick demands then winces at his tone. “San Francisco,” Tim answers. Tim was never meant to be a permanent part of the Batfamily. He took on the role of Robin because Batman needs a Robin, but Batman has a Robin and even more people in his corner now and he doesn’t need Tim. or Tim is used to putting his wants up on a shelf in favor of what the people around him need, but maybe it’s time for him to take them down, dust them off, and see what’s inside.

Top Shelf Goods by JpegDotJpeg - Rated T

“You know,” Conner started after licking his thumb and trying to rub off the near illegible numbers scrawled onto his inner wrist. “If my sixteen year old self heard me say this he’d have a conniption, but I’m getting really tired of people trying to hookup with me.”

“Well, I’d offer to pretend to be your girlfriend, but I actually am trying to get laid tonight,” Cassie explained, then drained the rest of her glass.

“Don’t worry, Kon,” Tim said, without putting an ounce of forethought into it. “I’ll scare them off for you.”

Or, Tim pretends to be Conner's boyfriend, just to help him avoid unwanted attention. Because that's what friends do. Pretend to be romantically involved even though they are definitely not interested in each other in that way and it would totally never happen. Definitely.

Fetching by Salmon_Pink - Rated E

Krypto likes to take care of Kon as much as Kon likes to take care of Krypto. When Kon is hungry, Krypto fetches him food. When Kon is sleepy, Krypto fetches him blankets. And when Kon is horny, Krypto fetches him Tim. Which leaves Kon the not-so-fun job of awkwardly explaining to Red Robin why he's been dragged to Smallville in the middle of the night by a well-meaning superdog.

The Dating Habits Of Batfish by Calamityjim - Not Rated

Tim and Conner spend some time together.

fill in the blanks by mindshelter - Rated T

“You?” Tim blurts. Holy shit. “You’re Kon?” A nod. “Are you in any pain?” he asks again. Kon’s skin is sun-kissed, cheekbones dusted with a fine smattering of freckles; he is, without exaggeration, the prettiest person Tim has ever seen. “No, I’m—great,” he says, fidgeting. “Do you, uh, come here often?” Kon raises a brow. “To the medbay?” he intones. “Definitely more often than I’d prefer.”

And I'll Tell You No Lies by caecily - Rated G

In a universe where you can't lie to your soulmate, it doesn't take long for Robin to run into trouble with Superboy.

time flies by by Laroyena - Rated T

Jon Kent is Superboy. Tim's gut instinct tells him that's wrong. (Timkon fix-it where reboot!Tim misses Kon like a phantom limb. And then he gets him back.)

there when the light comes in by shipyrds - Rated E

“Well, that was fun,” Tim said, his hands shoved into his pockets. “It was a nice plan, but you know us. We can just drive back to San Francisco and I’ll get a flight.” Kon looked at his posture, the quintessentially Tim tilt of his head. “No, dude, are you kidding me? You’re gonna deny me this rite of passage? Get back in the car. It’s gonna be epic.” Tim had smiled, a big bright thing that lasted all the way until they got back on the highway and Kon tried to fight him for the aux cord because like hell was he going to listen to the same Marina and the Diamonds EP for 57 hours. — tim and kon go on an epic cross-country road trip and have some realizations!

Obligatory Nap Time by egg_thief - Rated G

“I know what you’re doing,” Tim says with a sigh, wrapping his arms loosely around Kon’s waist as he feels himself relaxing against his will. “It won’t work.” Kon hums. “You sure? Your heart rate is slowing. And your breathing is evening out.” Tim curses under his breath. “I’m not gonna fall asleep though.” “Sure you aren’t,” Kon murmurs, still softly petting at Tim’s hair. Or: Tim hasn’t been sleeping lately. Kon’s determined to at least get him to take a nap

apple cider blues by merils - Rated T

A farmer's market rolls around in beautiful autumnal Smallville. Kon asks Tim to be his pretend boyfriend for the day, in order to stave off some old ladies who, upon finding out that he's gay, have been trying to set him up with their bisexual grandson. And surely the matchmaking grannies are the only reason Kon wants Tim to be his date at the farmer's market. It's too bad, because Tim would really love it if this was a real date, but... it's not like he'd ever say no to Kon, not when Kon asks him with those big ol' Kent family puppy-dog eyes. So here he is. Pining. At a farmer's market. (...Someone should probably tell Kon that this date is fake.)

I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship by LilliputianDuckling - Rated G

Kon-El is a clone of Superman, grown in a lab with implanted memories of whatever a bunch of scientists decided was important information.

Seeing Robin today, there seems to be a gap in his education.

Superboy discovers he likes boys

there you were by mindshelter - Rated T

“You know, the cool thing about me,” Tim says, voice gone quiet and petal-soft, “is that even when I didn’t care whether I lived or not, I was pretty goddamn hard to kill.” Kon sighs, eyes glued to his feet. His hand is still encircled around Tim’s arm, trailing up to the bend of his elbow. “Also, who has the worse track record with dying, between the two of us?” Well, Kon thinks, that’s—that’s rude. “For fuck’s sake.” Kon throws his head back and groans, but it’s nullified by the upward twitch of his mouth. “That was terrible.” And definitely meant to lighten the mood. Tim is playing him like a harp, and he knows it; he grins back, wriggling free to knock Kon on the shoulder.   or; in the wake of a suck-ass year, kon and tim gravitate back together.

His Tiny Person by awhitehead17 - Rated G

"Kryptonian's have something called soulmates and every single Kryptonian has one. We know who our soulmates are because mini versions of them manifest to us. To begin with you won't recognise them, or even know their name, until you actually meet them in person. You will meet, you are destined to, but whether you get along or not is another story." When Kon finds a tiny person hanging around him he's extremely confused but comes to adore him anyway. However its still a complete shock when Kon learns that he's known his soulmate for years and has just never realised it.

[lance-thunder-reporting-live]

I’m Lance Thunder, today's Sunday, February 2, there's a 80% chance of snow. Highs are in the mid forties, lows are in the low thirties.

Thankfully, there weren’t many large attacks this week. A majority of attacks were done by animal ghosts which were quickly captured.

There were two attacks by humanoid ghosts this week. On Thursday, Technus attempted to take over humanity with the power of the internet, but was stopped by an unknown computer virus. Then, yesterday, what appeared to be a horrible bird man hybrid ghost tried to summon a bird army to steal anything he desired, but was unable to control any of the birds once summoned. He was quickly captured by the Danny Phantom.

A plane travelling from San Francisco, which was set to land in the Amity Park airport yesterday was somehow brought off course and landed in Ulaanbaatar. The involvement of ghosts is suspected, but not confirmed.

The Fentons will likely be driving today.

[wolfjackle-creates]

Bring Me Home: Silver and Gold Edits

It's actually a Wednesday and I've finally been getting somewhere with the Silver and Gold edits! Can't believe I got stuck for so long.

So, here's a little teaser for anyone who is still following me.

I've revamped the radio interview Young Justice has in Amity to try and improve Phantom's reputation. So I'm going to share that.

Word count: 3k (They definitely went over time)

Summary: Young Justice (Tim, Kon, Cassie, and Bart) get stranded in Amity just before Walker's invasion. They stick around to help out and in the process decide to try and help Danny improve his reputation in the town. One of the ways they do that is by going on for a radio interview.

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The room fell into silence for a few long moments until the “on air” light lit up. Steve started speaking immediately.

“Good morning, Amity Park! This is Steve Boyce here to help you bring in the day. How are you early birds doing? Have I got a treat for you today! I’m here with the largest cup of coffee I could find because I got absolutely no sleep last night. And you’ll all understand why when I tell you who our guests today are!

“Yesterday afternoon, the studio got a very surprising email. We honestly thought it was a prank. But this morning, our guests actually turned up! Everyone, give a warm Amity welcome to the Teen Titans. We’re honored you would want to come on my little show, especially after the service you did for our town just the other night. Why don’t you introduce yourselves for our listeners?”

Each of them did as asked. Then Tim added, “We were just glad we happened to be in the right place at the right time, Steve.”

Cassie met his eyes and Tim nodded. “Robin’s right. Though I have one small correction to make. The former Teen Titans have kept the name Titans, even if they are no longer teens. So we’ve decided to re-brand and establish ourselves as our own team.”

Bart nodded. “Yep! We go by Young Justice now.”

Steve laughed. “Looks like I’ve already put my foot in it. Let me correct myself: Amity, let’s give the Young Justice a warm welcome!”

Tim put on the happy gala voice his parents had drilled into him. “Not at all! It’s a new change and we’ve never really operated out here before. Even back home in San Francisco we get called the Teen Titans more often than not. Hell, half our mentors still call us that. We’re just on a crusade to get the name change to stick.”

“Well I’m sure all of my listeners will be sure to get it right going forward. Now, let’s get down to business. We’re all thrilled that you were around to help us out the other night, but what brought you to Amity to begin with? Mayor Montez has publicly stated he never even had a chance to reach out for help before you were on the scene.”

“Pure luck, I’m afraid,” said Tim.

Kon took over the story, “We were on our way home from a mission when our transport crashed and stranded us here.”

Bart made a noise of agreement. “Luckily my old friend Phantom was here to help us out!”

“That’s right. You were telling me before the broadcast started that you’ve had some dealings with Phantom before. Impulse is a speedster like the Flash. And apparently that means he’s used to interdimensional beings like the ghosts that have been plaguing our town.”

“Yep! And Phantom and I in particular go way back. So when I realized he was here, I insisted we stick around for an extra day to hang out.”

“And imagine our surprise,” said Tim, “when our very first night here, we experienced a ghost invasion!”

Cassie laughed. “Oh, come on, Robin. With our lives, it really wasn’t that surprising.”

“Yeah,” said Kon. “We’ve totally had weirder things happen to us.”

Steve pitched his town lower as if conspiring with them. “Well, I’ll definitely be asking for some of the details on what those might’ve been later.” Then, in his normal broadcast voice, said, “But first, I have to ask. Impulse, how did you meet Phantom? He’s that ghost in the black-and-white jumpsuit sometimes called Inviso-Bill, right? As far as I know, he’s only ever been seen in Amity. And you’ve certainly never been here before.”

Bart met Tim’s eyes and Tim nodded, letting him know to go ahead with the story. With Tim’s story, to be exact. “Yep, that’s him,” said Bart. “And, well, it may be strange, but I knew him before he was Phantom.”

“Before he was Phantom? Do you mean…” Steve let his voice trail off.

Bart nodded and Tim took over. “Yeah, Steve. He knew Phantom before he died. They were close friends and when Phantom died, it hit him hard. We’re so glad they managed to find each other again.”

When Bart spoke, it really did sound like he was upset. “Yeah. I didn’t expect it, you know? He wasn’t in the hero business before he died. And regular kids don’t just come back.”

Cassie sighed and clasped his shoulder. “Oh, Impulse.”

Steve made a sound of sympathy. “I’m sure I speak for everyone in Amity when I express my sympathies on your loss and how happy I am that the two of you found each other again. Will you tell us what that reunion was like?”

Tim was impressed. If Bart had been a grieving teenager, Steve successfully pivoted the topic to a more happy discussion. One that would keep his audience engaged without dragging the mood down.

He and Bart exchanged a look. They’d practiced this one, too. “As you mentioned, Speedsters tend to get involved in interdimensional situations. It has to do with how the speedforce—the thing we get our powers from—works.”

“Mind telling us about that?”

“It’s too complicated, I’m afraid,” said Bart.

“And he’s not lying, either,” added Tim. “He’s tried to explain it to me, and I’m no slouch when it comes to complicated science, but it’s just one of those things that I think is impossible to explain if you haven’t experienced it.”

“Fair enough,” laughed Steve. “Can’t blame me for being curious! But continue, please, Impulse.”

“So I was running one day, when suddenly I was somewhere else. Somewhere with a swirling green sky and no solid ground. Around me were all the islands and doors just floating in nothing. Well, it wasn’t the first time I’d ended up in an alternate dimension, so I went looking for a local to see if they’d know how to help me get back.”

“And you found Phantom?” guessed Steve.

Bart laughed. “Not first! Went to the nearest island I could see. It was this rocky canyon type place. All steep cliffs and narrow ledges. Well, the ghost who owned the island didn’t like me trespassing and we got in a bit of a fight that attracted some attention. Didn’t stop until Phantom physically separated us. Well, we recognized each other instantly. He asked if I’d died and I told him I didn’t think so.

“Took us the better part of a week for me to find my way back to Earth, but that was fine because we had a lot to catch up on. And I was lucky! Only a few hours had passed on Earth by the time I’d returned. We’ve been able to keep much better contact now that he’s in Amity. At least we experience the passage of time the same!”

“And the rest of you, this is your first time meeting Phantom?”

“Yep,” Tim said. “But we’re all getting along really well.”

Steve glanced to the sound set up. “Ope, looks like I’m being told it’s time for our commercial break. Well, I for one am certainly looking forward to continuing this show after. We’ll be back very soon.”

The “on air” light turned off as soon as Steve stopped speaking. “You’re all doing very well!” he told them as soon as it did. “I have a feeling this will be my most popular show.”

“Sorry if we ran a little long,” said Tim with a disarming smile.

Steve waved him off. “Oh trust me, the studio does not care. Will you lot be okay if we’re here a few minutes late?”

“Sure,” said Kon. “We’re not on a strict schedule now. For once.” He gave Tim a pointed look.

Tim laughed. “Oh, shut up. My schedules are important.”

“Excessive is what they are,” retorted Cassie.

Steve laughed at them. “Well, it’s great to see you acting casual. Thanks again for stopping by. Breaks almost over. I’ll reintroduce you for any latecomers.”

They all sat in silence watching the “on air” light.

The moment it turned on, Steve was going again. “For those who joined us late, let me reintroduce today’s surprise guests! We have the Young Justice team on here today! Consisting of Robin, Impulse, Wonder Girl, and Super Boy. Welcome back to the air. Before the break, Impulse, you were telling us about how you were friends with Phantom and reconnected in the Ghost Zone. Well, now I’d like to jump a bit ahead to the present.”

“Of course, Steve,” said Tim.

“Well. You all affirmed that you like Phantom, right?” Steve waited a moment for them all to voice their agreement. “Well, whenever he shows up, things get broken and we have to spend days or weeks and tens of thousands on repairs. People have been hurt. What are we missing?”

Tim spoke again, “You see, Steve, the thing that allowed Phantom to come back to Earth also allows other ghosts. And Phantom isn’t in control of it.”

Kon took over for him. “Phantom came through to reconnect with his living family and friends. But some of the other ghosts coming through don’t care about the living and just want to do what they want. Or actively want to hurt people.”

“And Phantom does his best to stop them,” finished Cassie. “The other ghosts are the aggressors causing the problems.”

“Actually,” added Bart. “You should keep an eye on the Amity Times! Phantom has written a series of Op-Eds explaining his side of some of the incidents that have affected the broader public. They’ll be published over the next few days.”

“Oh, well now you’ve definitely got me intrigued!” exclaimed Steve. “I will absolutely be looking out for those. But tell me, there’s got to be something you can share now? Give our listeners a teaser of what they can expect?”

“Do you remember how a month or two ago, a giant robot was seen in Amity?” asked Tim.

“Not something I’m likely to forget!”

Tim laughed. “I’m sure! Well, what you don’t know is that he crossed over to Earth from the Ghost Zone about three or four days before you ever saw him. Phantom kept him from gaining a physical body for days before Technus was able to get past him.”

“Really? So you’re saying that without Phantom, we would’ve been dealing with that robot for a lot longer?”

“Yep.”

Steve let out a low whistle. “Well, that will certainly give me something to think on.”

“We’re also working with Phantom to come up with techniques that’ll decrease the amount of property damage with each attack,” said Tim. “He’s new to this, though, and learning on the fly. And sometimes there really isn’t much you can do. Even our mentors don’t get out of fights without something getting damaged in most cases.”

“Food for thought for sure. Now, I also have to ask. The Fentons are the world leading scientists on ghosts. And according to their research, ghosts are all malevolent spirits hell bent on wrecking destruction on Earth. You’re claiming something different. Why should we believe you over them?”

“Well, Steve, I want to start by saying I respect the Fentons as inventors.” Tim ignored the way his teammates’ eyes bored into him. “Their weapons and inventions are nothing short of marvelous which is why we used their products the other night during the invasion.”

“We did notice! So the Fentons gave you those weapons?”

“By the time we got to their place, they’d already left. But their children were able to help us.” Tim saw Kon open his mouth and he glared and gave him a hand signal to shut up. Kon glared right back so before he could say anything, Tim kept going. “Despite their quite astounding inventions, however, the rest of their science and research is…rather lacking I’m afraid.”

“In what way?”

“So. Did you know the Fentons have never actually talked to a ghost?”

“They haven’t?”

“Nope.” Tim popped the P. “The majority of their research was published before the portal between Earth and the Ghost Zone was established so it was based on whatever happened to get trapped Earth-side. Which seem to mostly be shades and animal ghosts. Non-sapient ghosts. Sapient ghosts are quite common, however. It’d be like if someone made judgments about all Earth lifeforms after seeing bacteria, insects, and bugs. There’s so much more out there.”

“Have they published anything since the portal was made?”

“Only papers on how effective their weapons are against actual ghosts. Nothing about ghost behaviors, sapience, or biology.”

“In other words, they’re bigots,” said Kon, no longer able to hold back. Tim glared at him, but Kon just stared back, undeterred.

“Well, it does certainly seem like there might be some gaps in their research!” agreed Steve without agreeing. “We might look into that claim and report on tomorrow’s broadcast.” The technician made another gesture through the window. “How fast the time goes! Time for our second commercial break, listeners! Stay tuned, though. Because we’ve got our guest for just a little bit longer.”

The “on air” sign flashed off and Kon couldn’t hold himself back anymore.

“How could you say anything good about those psychopaths?”

Tim sighed. “You forget. I’m from Gotham. I deal with Mad Scientists all the time. Right now, they’re cautiously allies. By talking up the stuff they do well, I’m trying to not alienate them so we can continue to use their inventions. If we come across too strong, they’ll bar us from using their stuff and we won’t be able to help if more ghosts invade.”

“But they talk about tearing Phantom apart molecule-by-molecule!”

“And that’s why we’re trying to keep Phantom and the Fentons away from each other.”

“Unsuccessfully,” muttered Cassie.

Tim met each of his teammate’s eyes. “Yes, well. We can’t force him to do anything.”

Kon grit his teeth but looked away. Bart crossed his arms and stared unhappily at the table. Cassie ran a hand through her hair.

Steve just watched them all. After a moment of silence, he said, “The broadcast will be resuming. I’ll try and keep this one more light hearted.”

“Ask if he’s a dog person,” suggested Tim.

Steve grinned at him and the “on air” light came back on. Steve did another brief reintroduction, then said, “Now, I’ve been told to ask if Phantom is a dog person which makes me think there’s a story there.”

Tim gestured to Bart. Sam and Tucker had gleefully told the story last night leaving them all in stitches. “A few weeks ago, you remember how Axiom labs was having those issues?”

“I think all of us here in Amity remember that.”

“Well, it’s because this ghost puppy was acting like a puppy. Have you ever had a puppy before?”

“When I was a kid we had one. My wife now is allergic, though.”

“Remember how hard it was to train them when they were still really young?”

Steve winced. “My dad was near about ready to drive him back to the pound. Took my brother and I crying to change his mind.”

Bart laughed. “Well, imagine that but with ghost powers and super strength. That’s what this puppy was like. And Phantom never had a dog. It took him a while to figure out how to train him. But once he did, the dog stopped causing problems.”

“And really,” said Cassie, “It was only a few days by his account. So I don’t even know if ‘a while’ is the right phrase there.”

Tim made a noise of agreement. “But with the property damage, we can admit the situation was a little more urgent than normal puppy training.”

“But now Phantom has a dog and he’s thrilled,” finished Bart.

“Well that is a story! Will there be more details in one of those Op-Eds you hinted will be published in the Amity Times?”

“Sure is,” said Cassie. “And Phantom tells the story so much better than we do.”

“Well, we’ve talked a lot about Phantom this interview. But what about you four? What does Young Justice hope for their future?”

“It’s in the name, isn’t it?” said Cassie. “We want Justice. For everyone, not just the powerful.”

“A lofty goal, and one I think we can all get behind. Well, I’ve had the chance to spend a little bit of time with you four now and you’re clearly very good friends. Has it always been that way?”

Tim couldn’t help but crack up, followed by the others. “Not at all,” he said through his laughter. “Super Boy and I hated each other at first.”

“Yeah, Robin can be a real stick in the mud.”

“And Super Boy pretends he doesn’t take anything seriously.”

Bart sighed loudly. “And they’re so slow. My normal is speedster fast, so I hated having to slow everything for them.”

“And we hated how he always rushed ahead,” said Cassie.

Tim grinned at his teammates. “But we figured it out. And now we’re stuck with each other for life.”

“Damn right,” said Cassie.

“They’re crash,” added Bart.

“We’ve got each other’s backs,” finished Kon.

“It’s obvious just talking to you. How long did it take to build up your rapport?”

Tim exchanged a glance with his friends and hummed. “I think three life-threatening events.”

Steve burst out in surprised laughter. “Okay, I wasn’t expecting that, but clearly I should have been. Of course superheroes would measure time in life-threatening events.” He glanced at the window where the sound technician was making another gesture. “But the rest of us mere mortals have to use clocks. And my managers are telling me we’ve already gone over time. So I guess we’ll have to wrap this up here.”

“Thanks for having us on,” said Tim.

“I should honestly be thanking you four. I’ve had a great time. And to our listeners, we’ll be preparing a recording of this interview and posting it on our website at some point today. So if you only caught part of it, don’t worry. You’ll be able to go back and listen to the whole thing shortly. Be sure and share it with your friends who aren’t morning people. This is Steve and the Young Justice wishing you a very pleasant Amity day.”

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I'm sure you can see how much this has changed from the original (if anyone even remembers the original. It's been how long?)

Hope you enjoy!

My rewrites are progressing quite nicely for now so I hope to get back to updating soon. I won't start updating until it's fully finished, though. Don't want to leave something half finished for almost a year again.

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Everyone's afraid to say it, so let me be the first. There is a serial killer amongst us. San Francisco had the Zodiac. New Orleans had the Axeman. Texarkana, Texas, had the Phantom killer. The list goes on and on. Add to their ranks Riverdale's very own psychopath, the Black Hood. [...] There it was: Terror was seeping into the bedrock of Riverdale. A Town Hall Meeting had been set by Mayor McCoy. People were afraid to walk the streets alone, especially as dusk approached. Shops closed early, locks were added to doors, suspicions between the North and South side deepened, fanned into flames by Alice Cooper, as everyone wondered what danger lurked in the dark. When would we hear from the Black Hood next, and how far into darkness would Archie go on his quest to avenge his father and to stop the Black Hood? [...] And so the young lovers went back to where it all began, Sweetwater River, to try and end the cycle of violence. We'd come to think of that night, the night of the rumble, the night of the Town Hall, as a turning point. Riverdale would no longer be the town with pep. From now on, it would be known as the town that dreaded sundown.

RIVERDALE (2017-2023) Chapter Seventeen: The Town That Dreaded Sundown

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The Interview with Lisa Vroman is Now Available to Watch.

Lisa Vroman is one of the longest running Christines in history performing the role on Broadway and in San Francisco.

Next to her time in Phantom Lisa starred in: Kiss me Kate, Aspects of Love, The King and I, Les Miserables, The Music Man and Sweeney Todd while also performing Christine in Kopit and Yeston's Phantom.

In this interview Lisa talks about her many years in Phantom and shares stories of working with her various Phantoms including Brad Little, Hugh Panaro, Davis Gaines and many others. She also remembers a few funny onstage moments and wise words from Hal Prince.

Next to The Phantom of the Opera, we also discuss her experience on "Sweeney Todd" in concert, meeting Stephen Sondheim and working with Dick Van Dyke on a Disney concert.

We also touch on her current career as a singing teacher and how musical theatre singing has changed over the years.

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USAF Phantom Thunderbirds in flight over Golden Gate, San Francisco.

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FF.NET ACCOUNT CLOSE OUT (Danny Phantom Xovers)

w/Arrow:

1) The Mansons and the Queens are not only close business partners but friends as well. During a visit, Sam's rebellious nature came full bloom. Thea, who looked up to Sam, gained some of Sam's nature. Which might explain how rebellious Thea can get…

2) Vlad kidnapped Danny to break him down. Eventually he escapes, angering Vlad to a breaking point. Unknowingly, he is found by Walter, who realizes who he is. He takes Danny back to the manor to try to get him to open up. How will Danny cope with Vlad and the ghosts coming after him all the while trying to keep his secret intact?

3) During some "Vacation Time", Team Arrow takes a trip to Amity Park due to the increase of "Ghost" sightings. They meet the Fentons, the school kids, and see the local "menace" Danny Phantom. What will they do once they begin to connect the dots between Fenton and Phantom? Will they become allies…or enemies?

4) What if some of the League of Assassins became ghosts? What if they somehow met up with Ras Al Ghul*? A time when Ras learns that in death you are not able to control previous members.

5) QC decides to buy the Fenton's inventions to build some stock. A CEO with a secret identity and the son of the two ghost hunters with a secret identity. Both have enemies out for them. What could possibly happen? I mean it's just business…right?

6) In which Tommy Merlyn becomes a ghost and realizes the similarities between Team Arrow and Team Phantom.

7) What if Ember’s love spell only worked if one or both parties had feelings for the other, and made them love sick for the one they had feelings for?

w/Yu-Gi-Oh!:

The Heir of Two Thrones: After the defeat of Pariah Dark, Danny unknowingly becomes the Prince. At the same time, a secret has come out. Danny Fenton is the reincarnation of the heir to the Nameless Pharaoh. Neither party realizes this until, his parents and teacher force Danny to go on a student exchange program to get his grades back up. Due to the fact that Amity Park has more concerns with the ghosts, they never knew about the card game Duel Monsters. Danny ends up meeting Yugi and the gang and learns about Duel Monsters. Things begin to get complicated when ghosts start showing up. Danny originally planned to keep his secret in tacked by using his parents inventions instead of his powers. Everyone becomes confused at the ghosts' titles towards Danny. Prince Phantom, Halfa, Eidolon, Nameless Pharaoh's heir, ect. The Ghost Zone is the peaceful side of the Shadow Realms.

w/Vampire Knight:

Phantom Among Vampires- Danny’s family, friends, and classmates past away when a freak explosion happens at Casper high’s chemistry lab. Vlad wanted to waste his dad at all costs; he was outside fighting Skulker when the explosion happened. Heartbroken and deeply depressed, he runs off and disappears.

Vlad still wants him to be his son; so he sends the GIW to track him down and bring him back. They chase Danny all around the country till he gets to the San Francisco airport where he hitches a ride on the plane to rest.

Getting woken up by the plane landing, he finds out that he is in Japan. He heads to a nearby town and lands deep down in an alley way and transforms back into Fenton. As he slides down to the ground out of exhaustion, a sharp point from one of the bricks opens a cut on his arm.

A level E (A/N: he doesn’t know this yet), stands in front of him, it tries to attack but missed because of Danny dodging. Four people get attracted to this, two on either side of the alley way. Without a second thought he punches it into the wall, ready to go for a kick in the gut but relaxes when the creature turns to dust. He walks off but stopped by someone grabbing his shoulders, they tell him to follow he does but reluctantly. He follows to a school and is placed in the Day class (forcefully); he is content for a time but is still paranoid about being found by Vlad.

Later in the story an anonymous note says to place him in the Night Class because it’s better suited for him. It also says that if he isn’t in the Night class in *place amount of time here, the Academy will be shut down.

In *place amount of time here* he is transferred to the night class, surprisingly he gets better grades. Danny also suspects that the Night Class is not human, later he is told that they are vampires confirming. He dealt with being hunted, annoyed, and in the most haunted place in the country; nothing can weird him out or scare him in anyway shape or form.

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There's a list of publicly available bootlegs here, and there are many other adaptations on the Phantom Retrospective channel. Otherwise, contact @glassprism (or another trader) for a possible trade, or check her website for info on which master(s) to contact.

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Andrew Lloyd Webber's The Phantom of the Opera (Dividing these by decade because there's a character limit per text block!)

1980s/90s

1988 Broadway: Michael Crawford, Sarah Brightman, Steve Barton

1989 Broadway: Cris Groenendaal, Rebecca Luker, Steve Barton

1989 Los Angeles: Michael Crawford, Dale Kristien, Steve Barton

1990 Los Angeles: Michael Crawford, Mary D’Arcy, Reece Holland*

1991 Los Angeles: Michael Crawford, Dale Kristien, Michael Piontek

1993 U.S. Tour: Franc D’Ambrosio, Tracy Shayne, Ciaran Sheehan

1993 Vienna: Alexander Goebel, Luzia Nistler, Thorsten Tinney*

1994 Sapporo: Eiji Akutagawa, Hisako Hanaoka, Masayuki Sano*

1994 Toronto: Peter Karrie, Teresa DeZarn, David Rogers

1995 Broadway: Davis Gaines, Tracy Shayne, Ciaran Sheehan

1995 London: Ethan Freeman, Jill Washington, Simon Bowman*

1998 Broadway: Thomas James O’Leary, Tracy Shayne, Gary Mauer

1998 Los Angeles: Davis Gaines, Marie Danvers, Lawrence Anderson*

1998 San Francisco: Franc D’Ambrosio, Lisa Vroman, Christopher Carl*

1998 Toronto: Peter Karrie, Elizabeth DeGrazia, David Rodgers*

1998 Broadway: Thomas James O'Leary, Sandra Joseph, Gary Mauer

1998 Broadway: Thomas James O’Leary, Tracy Shayne, Gary Mauer

1999 Broadway: Howard McGillin, Adrienne McEwan, Gary Mauer

1999 Toronto: Paul Stanley, Melissa Dye, Laird Mackintosh

1999/2000 Mexico City: Saulo Vasconcelos, Irasema Terrazas, Jose Joel*

Early 2000s

2000 Antwerp: Hans Peter Janssens, Inneke van Klinken, Michael Shawn Lewis

2000 London: Scott Davies, Meredith Braun, Matt Cammelle

2000 London: Scott Davies, Charlotte Page, Matt Cammelle

2001 Hamburg: Ian Jon Bourg, Colby Thomas, Kyle Gonyea

2001 Hamburg: Ian Jon Bourg, Olivia Safe, Kyle Gonyea

2001 Hamburg: Michael Nicholson, Olivia Safe, Christopher Morandi

2002 London: John Owen-Jones, Celia Graham, Robert Finlayson

2003 Broadway: Howard McGillin, Adrienne McEwan, Jim Weitzer

2003 Broadway: Hugh Panaro, Julie Hanson, Jim Weitzer

2003 Broadway: Hugh Panaro, Lisa Vroman, John Cudia

2003 U.S. Tour: Brad Little, Lisa Vroman, Tim Martin Gleason

2004 Madrid: Luis Armando, Teresa Barrientos, Armando Pita

2004 Stuttgart: Thomas Schulze, Maike Switzer, Carsten Axel Lepper*

2005 Broadway: Hugh Panaro, Julie Hanson, John Cudia

2005 Broadway: Hugh Panaro, Sandra Joseph, Tim Martin Gleason

2005 Broadway: James Romick, Marie Danvers, John Cudia

2005 Essen: Thomas Borchert, Sandra Danyella, Nikolaj Brucker

2005 London: John Owen-Jones, Rachel Barrell, Oliver Thornton

2005 U.S. Tour: Tim Martin Gleason, Rebecca Pitcher, Peter Lockyer

2005 U.S. Tour: Gary Mauer, Marie Danvers, Michael Shawn Lewis

2006 Essen: Ethan Freeman, Anne Gorner, Nikolaj Brucker

2006 Essen: Uwe Kröger, Beatrix Reiter, Lucius Wolter*

2006 London: Earl Carpenter, Rachel Barrell, David Shannon*

2006 São Paulo: Saulo Vasconcelos, Kiara Sasso, Nando Prado

2006 U.S. Tour: Gary Mauer, Elizabeth Southard, Jim Weitzer*

2006 U.S. Tour: John Cudia, Jennifer Hope Wills, Adam Monley

2007 Broadway: Gary Mauer, Jennifer Hope Wills, Jason Mills

2007 World Tour: Simon Pryce, Julie Goodwin, John Bowles

2008 Broadway: Howard McGillin, Elizabeth Loyacano, Jeremy Stolle

2008 Las Vegas: Anthony Crivello, Kristi Holden, Andrew Ragone*

2008 World Tour: Simon Pryce, Ana Marina, Alexander Lewis

2009 Australia: Anthony Warlow, Ana Marina, Alexander Lewis

2010s

2010 London: David Shannon, Gina Beck, Simon Bailey*

2010 London: David Shannon, Gina Beck, Will Barratt

2010 U.S. Tour: Tim Martin Gleason, Trista Moldovan, Sean MacLaughlin

2012 Broadway: Greg Mills, Marni Raab, Kyle Barisich*

2012 Broadway: Hugh Panaro, Trista Moldovan, Kyle Barisich

2012 London: Marcus Lovett, Anna O’Byrne, Simon Thomas

2013 Broadway: Jeremy Stolle, Samantha Hill, Greg Mills*

2013 Broadway: Peter Joback, Samantha Hill, Jeremy Stolle

2013 Broadway: Peter Joback, Elizabeth Welch, Kyle Barisich

2013 Broadway: Hugh Panaro, Sierra Boggess, Kyle Barisich

2013 London: Marcus Lovett, Sofia Escobar, Simon Thomas

2014 Broadway: Greg Mills, Mary Michael Patterson, Jeremy Hays

2014 Broadway: Hugh Panaro, Sara Jean Ford, Jeremy Hays

2014 Broadway: Hugh Panaro, Elizabeth Welch, Jeremy Hays

2014 Broadway: Jeremy Stolle, Mary Michael Patterson, Jeremy Hays

2014 Broadway: Laird Mackintosh, Kaley Ann Voorhees, Jeremy Hays*

2014 Broadway: Laird Mackintosh, Sara Jean Ford, Jeremy Hays

2014 Broadway: Norm Lewis, Sierra Boggess, Jeremy Hays*

2014 Broadway: Paul Schaefer, Mary Michael Patterson, Jeremy Hays

2014 Hamburg: David Arnsperger, Lauri Brons, Nicky Wuchinger

2014 Hamburg: Mathias Edenborn, Daniela Braun, Nicky Wuchinger

2014 Moscow: Dmitry Ermak, Tamara Kotova, Evgeny Zaytsev

2014 Moscow: Ivan Ozhogin, Tamara Kotova, Evgeny Zaytsev

2014 U.S. Tour: Cooper Grodin, Grace Morgan, Ben Jacoby

2014 U.S. Tour: Cooper Grodin, Julia Udine, Ben Jacoby

2014 World Tour: Brad Little, Kristi Holden, Anthony Downing

2015 London: Geronimo Rauch, Harriet Jones, Richard Munday*

2015 Moscow: Dmitri Ermak, Tamara Kotova, Evgeny Zaycev

2015 Moscow: Ivan Ozhogin, Tamara Kotova, Ivan Rak

2015 Prague: Marian Vojtko, Michaela Gemrotova, Tomas Vanek

2015 Prague: Marian Vojtko, Monika Sommerova, Tomas Vanek

2016 Broadway: Laird Mackintosh, Julia Udine, Jeremy Hays

2016 Moscow: Andrey Schkoldychenko, Elena Bahtiyarova, Evgeny Zaytsev (act 2 only)

2016 Oberhausen: Brent Barrett, Elizabeth Welch, Max Niemeyer

2016? Prague: Marian Vojtko, Michaela Gemrotova, Tomas Vanek

2016 Stockholm: Peter Jöback, Emmi Christensson, Anton Zetterholm

2016 U.S. Tour: Derrick Davis, Kaitlyn Davis, Jordan Craig

2018 Broadway (Sept.): Ben Crawford, Ali Ewoldt, Jay Armstrong Johnson

2018 Broadway (Oct.): Ben Crawford, Ali Ewoldt, Jay Armstrong Johnson

2018? Prague: Radim Schwab, Monika Sommerova, Tomas Vanek

2019 Copenhagen: Tomas Ambt Kofod, Sibylle Glosted, Christian Lund*

2019 London: David Thaxton, Kelly Mathieson, Jeremy Taylor*

2019 London: Josh Piterman, Kelly Mathieson, Alistair So*

2019 São Paulo: Fred Silveira, Giulia Nadruz, Henrique Moretzsohn

2019 São Paulo - Fred Silveira, Lina Mendes, Henrique Moretzsohn

2019 São Paulo: Thiago Arancam, Daruã Góes, Fred Silveira

2019 São Paulo: Thiago Arancam, Giulia Nadruz, Fred Silveira

2019 World Tour: Jonathan Roxmouth, Meghan Picerno, Matt Leisy*

2021–present

2021 Broadway: Ben Crawford, Meghan Picerno, John Riddle

2021 Broadway: Jeremy Stolle, Emilie Kouatchou, John Riddle

2021 London: Killian Donnelly, Holly-Anne Hull, Rhys Whitfield

2022 Broadway: Ben Crawford, Kanisha Marie Feliciano, Paul A. Schaefer

2022 Broadway: Ben Crawford, Emilie Kouatchou, John Riddle

2022 Broadway: Ted Keegan, Emilie Kouatchou, John Riddle

2022 Broadway: Ted Keegan, Elizabeth Welch, Bronson Norris Murphy

2022 Broadway: Jeremy Stolle, Emilie Kouatchou, Jordan Donica

2022 London: James Hume, Holly-Anne Hull, Matt Blaker

2022 London: Killian Donnelly, Anouk van Laake, Rhys Whitfield

2022 Sydney: Josh Robson, Georgina Hopson, Callum Frances

2023 Broadway: Ted Keegan, Emilie Kouatchou, John Riddle

2023 Broadway: Ted Keegan, Julia Udine, John Riddle

2023 Broadway: Laird Mackintosh, Julia Udine, John Riddle

2023 Broadway: Greg Mills, Emilie Kouatchou, John Riddle

2023 Broadway: Greg Mills, Julia Udine, Paul A. Schaefer

2023 Broadway: Jeremy Stolle, Julia Udine, Paul A. Schaefer

2023 London: Earl Carpenter, Paige Blankson, Ralph Watts

2023 London: Earl Carpenter, Eve Shanu-Wilson, Connor Carson

2023 London: Killian Donnelly, Lucy St. Louis, Matt Blaker

2023 London: James Gant, Holly-Anne Hull, Matt Blaker

2023 London: James Gant, Paige Blankson, Matt Blaker

2023 Madrid: Geronimo Rauch, Talia del Val, Guido Balzaretti

2023 Shanghai: Ayanga (various clips)

2023 Shanghai: He Liangchen, Yang Chenxiuyi, Li Chenxi

2023 Thessaloniki: Tim Howar, Harriet Jones, Nadim Naaman

2024 Helsinki: Kevin Greenlaw, Emma Kajander, Olli Tuovinen

2024 Lisbon: Nadim Naaman, Georgia Wilkinson, Dougie Carter

2024 London: Mikey Colbourne, Lily Kerhoas, Ralph Watts

2024 London: Jon Robyns, Eve Shanu-Wilson, Joe Griffiths-Brown

Love Never Dies

2010 London: Ramin Karimloo, Sierra Boggess, Dean Chisnall

2011 London: Ramin Karimloo, Sierra Boggess, Dean Chisnall

2013 Vienna concert: Drew Sarich, Milica Jovanovic, Julian Looman

2018 U.S. Tour: Bronson Norris Murphy, Meghan Picerno, Sean Thompson*

2023 London concert: Norm Lewis, Celinde Schoenmaker, Matthew Seadon-Young

2024 World Tour: Luke McCall, Manon Taris, Niall Sheehy

Other stage adaptations

1991 The Phantom of the Opera starring David Staller

1992 Tom Alonso’s The Phantom of the Opera**

1993 Yeston/Kopit’s Phantom (Wichita, Richard White)

2011 Spiritual Twist’s The Phantom of the Opera

2013 Ken Hill's The Phantom of the Opera (Tokyo)**

2019 Spiritual Twist’s The Phantom of the Opera

2018 Yeston/Kopit’s Phantom (Takarazuka Revue)

2018 Yeston/Kopit’s Phantom (Seoul)

2020 Sasson’s Das Phantom der Oper (Germany, with Uwe Kröger)**

2021 Yeston/Kopit’s Phantom (proshot, Seoul)

Movie adaptations

1925 The Phantom of the Opera starring Lon Chaney

1937 Song at Midnight**

1943 Phantom of the Opera starring Claude Rains**

1962 Hammer Horror: The Phantom of the Opera starring Herbert Lom**

1974 Phantom of the Paradise

1987 The Phantom of the Opera (animated)*

1989 Phantom of the Mall: Eric’s Revenge

1989 The Phantom of the Opera starring Robert Englund**

2004 The Phantom of the Opera starring Gerard Butler

TV adaptations

1983 The Phantom of the Opera (TV movie, Max Schell)

1987 Hello Kitty's Furry Tale Theater, "The Phantom of the Theater"

1990 The Phantom of the Opera (TV miniseries, Charles Dance)

1994 Lamb Chop in the Haunted Studio (TV special)**

1995 Wishbone, S1 E37, "Pantin’ at the Opera"*

1995 Goosebumps, S1 E7, "Phantom of the Auditorium"

1999 The Triplets, S5 E9, "The Phantom of the Opera"

2000 Are You Afraid of the Dark?, "The Tale of the Last Dance"

Miscellaneous

1994 Australian Phantom cast Easter charity concert ("Phantales")

1995 The Phantom of the Opera on Ice*

2017 Broadway: Prince of Broadway (in honor of Hal Prince)

2017 The Phantom of the Empire (Turning Tydes Theatre Company)

Stolleboot (fan edit starring Jeremy Stolle as the Phantom, Raoul, Piangi, and Passarino)*

*Crowd favorite (streamed at least three times)

**We’ve watched it, but it was technically streamed by another host I used to alternate with.

[starry-bi-sky]

okay so i was thinking of a joke earlier about how in DPDC Amity Park's slogan "a great place to live" is not only city propaganda but also the city lording it over the rest of America for being normal. But then I remembered that, despite how many DCU Cities with heroes in it there are, the amount of cities in America without heroes still far outnumber the amount of cities in America WITH heroes.

So I did a little digging so the joke would still land. Something most heroes have in common is that they operate in major cities. What makes a major city? I found that the general consensus is that the population is roughly over or around a million. THEN I looked up the populations of cities in the DCU that I thought of off the top of my head. So Gotham, Metropolis, Starling City, Central City, Jump City. All of them ranked up to millions in population (most of them were in the tens of millions).

Amity Park's wikipedia describes it as being similar to specifically Philadelphia, Chicago, and San Francisco.

Philadelphia's Population: 1.576 million as of 2021 Chicago's Population: 2.697 million as of 2021 San Francisco: 815,201 as of 2021

Whiiich means that Amity Park if we take that from canon, is probably a major city. There are approximately 19,000 cities in America with probably less than a hundred that are major cities. Adding the DCU major cities wouldn't skew the data too much.

Which MEANS that I can make the joke that Amity Park's "great place to live" is not only just typical city propaganda, but also its Amity Park lording it over the other major cities for being one of the only major cities that doesn't have problems bad enough to warrant a superhero or a vigilante. Cue stage left the Fentons and Phantom :)

Amity Parkers were probably SO proud that they didn't need a superhero. They didn't have to worry about things like 'world ending threats' and 'super-powered individuals' and 'staggering property damage'. And then enter Fentons.

It also could be used as an excuse for why nobody took notice to Amity Park getting ghosts if folks like me aren't huge fans of the notion of a media blackout via Tucker, Technus, or the US Government. Or if you want to keep Amity Park as its urban city self. Amity Park's news on ghosts gets drowned out in a week because there's news on more popular, well-known cities going on every other day. The shit going on in Amity Park is every other major city's regular Tuesday and it gets filtered as such.

[operafantomet]

Do we know how many (and if so, which) casts Gillian Lynne personally taught outside of the original London and Bway companies?

That is a good question, and something I have paid too little attention to. My GUESS is that she was at all the original / early productions, if only for a day. She would also have trained the associate and / or resident choreographer for the production.

So yes, she would have instructed the original and many later West End and Broadway casts, as seen here with Sarah Brightman:

Then the early productions around the world - I assume both Tokyo, Stockholm, Toronto, Vienna, Hamburg etc. Here she is with Marina Prior (Christine) in Melbourne:

And probably the US sit-down productions and tours. Here with Davis Gaines (Phantom), Lisa Vroman (Christine), Raymond Saar (Raoul) and Hal Prince (director) for the San Francisco production:

I also think she adored Sierra Boggess, cause she was present and working whenever Sierra Boggess was present... For Las Vegas:

...for the RAH celebrations...

...and for Paris...

(Sierra Boggess has also addressed that they had very good chemistry, and that she learned a lot from Gillian Lynne)

But I also know Denny Berry (original swing on Broadway, and later associate choreographer and production dance supervisor) has had a lot of responsibility in keeping Gillian Lynne's original vision alive. She has worked with POTO on four continents according to her own bio, in the US, in Hamburg, Sao Paulo, Buenos Aires, Cape Town, World Tour, Australia etc. In an interview in 2016 she said that "The detail in choreographer Gillian Lynne’s movement is well-known. And those of us who must pass it on, never, ever forget the beats and the meanings of every count.” Denny Berry was also married to Steve Barton, original Raoul, which makes the link to the original staging extra strong. Here's a photo of her rehearsing the Oberhausen cast, with Elizabeth Welch in the middle (Masquerade):

And one from Hamburg, with Rachel Anne Moore as Elissa / Carlotta (Hannibal):

Another original Corps de Ballet, Patricia Merrin who was in the original West End cast, has also worked as associate choreographer on Phantom and kept an eye on many a production, in Stockholm, Copenhagen, Moscow, the World Tour etc. Here she is in Cape Town, instructing Cat Lane and the Corps de Ballet there:

And for no reason at all, two bonus photos of Gillian Lynne on stage, just because. One is with Andrew Lloyd Webber and Zoë Curlett during the curtain call in West End:

And another with Hugh Panaro on Broadway:

[n33dlew0rk]

..and very old men, they dream of summers

rated G | 1102 words | cw: major character death, mention of drug use, hurt/little bit of comfort

for @steddieangstyaugust prompt “ghosts” (day 2)

Vaguely and very creatively inspired by “Ghosts” by The Presets

Remnants of snow are clinging to the ground as a few shy flower buds slowly emerge, following the sun like Eddie is following the gravelly road back home.

Strangest walk of shame to ever be treaded the one you take after an entire life of big cities, sparkling lights on blurred faces, extremes explored and barely survived to.

Strange because c’mon who runs back home after more than forty years on the road? What even is home when the only sense of belonging you ever found was in the lingering spaces between too many words spoken, in the quiet hours before sun dawn, in the foggy and fuzzy brains chasing drug-induced highs that claimed to self-fulfil all of one’s youth-driven naive dreams?

Strangest because never in all of his nine cat-like fast-burned lives would Eddie ever have said that it was the Indiana torrid and unforgiving blitzkrieg summers he wished to warm his old bones to. Mid-May’s traitorously cold spring tail end was kicking his ass, but Eddie could be patient for this. 

Wayne’s old trailer looked like a vintage memorabilia, something straight out of the eighties. Eddie bought it out of the city-owned land for way more money than it was worth it because they were a sentimental little clan, the Munsons. More like a duo maybe. Now a one-man band since Wayne passed nearly a decade back. 

Eddie had briefly come back then, just to retrieve his beloved uncle’s ashes, scattering most of them over Wayne’s favourite fishing lake and keeping some to melt into a customised guitar pick because he was a morbid gremlin like that, Eddie.

Thing is ‘course this is home like he spent the majority of his young life between those tin-foiled pressed baking tray walls mock-off, how could he not think back with nothing but fondness about it, slowly climbing the porch steps and sitting down, hugging his cane like he once held a too big guitar during endless strumming-filled nights.

But as a few weeks pass by, the first seeds of summer expanding warm late afternoons into longer comforting nights, when the sun packs its bag for the day and grazes the horizon, Eddie knows he has another ghost to chase before he can settle for good, before old deeds are taken care of, before he can rest.

-- in peace?

You see memories are kind of a funny thing when half of your brain has been fried by poor life choices you don’t really regret but sometimes wish could have left you with some more cooperative neurons.

So when Eddie spots the familiar mop of hazelnut hair he sighs and gets up from the old deck chair, aching bones rattling and all. He could take the car, but he knows it would kill half the fun despite what his knees have to say.

Once he reaches the road outside the trailer park, it’s a solitary basketball rolling down the asphalt guiding him.

“You know I’m not picking it up, right?”

A light phantom laugh travels in the breeze, mid-June still a short way from summer, but the air feels warm and playful.

Eddie sees shoulders shrugging in a yellow sweater, a smug smile, happy crinkled eyes. 

The still waters of Lover’s Lake shine behind him but no that’s not right he’s still walking down the street, the woods are in the opposite direction. 

Colourful neon lights make it difficult to focus on his face but that’s not right either, this is not San Francisco, this is Hawkins, Indiana.

-- you really are old.

So Eddie keeps on walking, no basketball in sight but a quiet whistling reaches his ears, Fleetwood Mac maybe?

“Oh so your music tastes finally got better at least, that’s a relief”.

Vespertine nostalgia coats the inside of his mouth with smoke and cheap beer and he needs a moment to catch his breath because now it’s the weight of arms around his neck that makes it difficult to keep walking, the weight of a hug he hasn’t felt in a long while too much for his battered back.

“How much longer?”

-- just a little bit more, Sunshine.

Eddie scoffs at the willful unending mission of never acknowledging his Prince of Darkness nature just to fuck with him.

 there’s no darkness in you when you smile at me.

“You’re very talkative today”

-- you’re home, closer now.

Eddie lifts his gaze to meet the rusty gates of the old cemetery greeting him, creaking their welcome. As he goes through them, they merge with the glass sliding doors of a big fancy house, humidity radiating from the pool in front of him sticking to his skin. 

His brows knit in confusion and he stares at the headstones further away. He starts to walk around the pool to reach them, but a soft hand to his chest stops him.

-- no need to, loverboy, just walk beside me.

So Eddie follows and as he looks down, there’s actually no pool, which ok weird, just wet patches of grass, Spring’s late goodbyes he guesses.

“I’m cold.”

-- I know, just a few more steps.

His cane gets stuck in the mud so he drops it, kind of stumbles forward, closing the distance between him and his destination.

             Steve Harrington

October 17, 1966 - March 27, 1986 

       Beloved and dutiful son.

best friend

brother

babysitter extraordinaire

Eddie sits down by the grave, shivering a little. He traces the dates and the scratched cliches devoid of any actual feeling his parents left there, smiling at the way the truer later contributions by the ones who truly loved Steve steal the spotlight.

“I miss you, y’know?”

-- I know, Sunshine.

“I’m sorry I didn't come back sooner”

-- sooner wasn't the right time, rockstar.

“Do you ever think about how things could’ve been different?”

-- no, because they couldn't.

Eddie sighs once more but stays silent, regret is an ugly parasite to eradicate.

-- Life does what life does, nobody could've known. I’m glad you got to live a full life, Eddie. More stories to tell me, now.

Eddie lets a small sad smile fight for space on his wrinkled face. “I guess”.

He didn't even notice the sun slowly spilling into a new day in full force, warming his skin.

-- I wanted to wait so you could feel Summer instead of Ghosts.

Eddie laughs, a hearty low rumble escaping his smoke-fatigued lungs. He lifts a hand and rests it on the gravestone, patting it with affection.

“Oh but you are both, sweetheart. And I dreamed about it for a very long time now”

        Edward W. Munson

June 21, 1965 - June 21, 2035

            Beloved freak.

Sunshine

[glassprism]

hey there! i just read your post about musical bootlegs, and you mentioned that some filmers just disappeared. do you have any examples? i'd love to learn more about the history of bootlegging

Oh, that would probably be a really long list. I'll just note some of the most well-known ones that occurred during my time trading (so post-2011), whether within the trading community or in Phantom. Keep in mind too that some filmers disappear for a long while only to make a return; I won't be listing them since they're still around in some form. I'm also not going to name many of them because, well, safety, but you might be able to tell who they are based on the bootlegs I list as theirs.

One of the first is a filmer who filmed, among other things, the last show of Phantom's 3rd national tour, the video of Chris Mann and Katie Travis in Phantom, and the complete video of Dallas's modernized version of Les Miserables. They're well known to me because they actually posted their releases on Tumblr for a time, only to get harassed out because people kept yelling at them for bootlegging or selling bootlegs. They disappeared shortly thereafter; not sure if it's related to what happened to them on Tumblr, but it was a loss because I believe they were situated on the West Coast, whereas most other US filmers are in the East Coast, around Broadway, so we lost someone who could film productions in LA, San Francisco, and the tours.

Another who disappeared shortly thereafter was someone who was, well, a prolific filmer of many shows on Broadway and occasionally tours all over the US and was active since at least the mid-2000s. If you've watched, I don't know, the Cooper Grodin restaged tour videos, the original Broadway cast of Hamilton, the original Broadway cast of the 2nd revival of Les Miserables, any of those, you've seen their videos. From what I've gathered, they experienced some personal issues that caused them to take a break from filming and they have not returned since.

Also happening around the same period of time was another, mainly Broadway-based filmer who also did a few videos on the West End. (They filmed a video of Ben Crawford with Ali Ewoldt as well as the video of David Thaxton and Kelly Mathieson.) My recollection is that this person experienced a lot of leaks of their videos, causing them to take stricter and stricter measures in an effort to stop that, which culminated in them leaving altogether. Them leaving along with the two above contributed in some part to the dearth of bootlegs you see in the... late 2010s or so, at least with Phantom, because they were some of the most prolific filmers around. It wouldn't be until after COVID-19 that I saw a resurgence of filmers on Broadway.

Going back in time a bit! If you ever look at trading lists, you might see that there are a lot, and I mean a lot, of videos from the Broadway production of Phantom from 2012-2015 or so. That's almost entirely due to two filmers who were also very active on Tumblr and were based in NYC and went quite often to catch various understudies, swings, and unusual cast combinations. Both have since left filming, though in their case, it's at least partially because they're working in the theater industry in some capacity now.

And onto more depressing cases... there were a couple of filmers based in Europe, I think Germany or Austria, though they definitely made trips to other countries. They filmed several of the Phantom Hamburg revival videos, a lot of Elisabeth videos, and a number of the West End Les Miserables videos (if you see one that's heavily focused on Anton Zetterholm - yeah, that's one of theirs, that filmer was a fan). Unfortunately both were... I think either arrested or had their homes raided (or both) and collections confiscated, and while I think they were released, you can bet that put them off filming.

Finally and most recently, that I know of, the filmer who got the one complete video of Jonathan Roxmouth in the World Tour was caught and has not done any filming since, obviously. That was a shame as well because they had been planning to get more videos of the World Tour with the various alternates and understudies, but of course that never happened.

So that's a few, there's way more around, but I was just trying to think of some of the most prolific recorders around.