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((That pisses me off. As soon as I posted, the damn internet company decided to shut off our cable. I was so mad. I just sent it too and it didn't go through!><))

"Meg, why dont you join your other friends downstairs? I'm sure they are missing you."

Madame Giry said with a little nudge in the direction of the stairs, as she heard Christine close her dressing room door behind them. She let out a small sigh and thought to herself, 'That was close....something might have happened to Meg if I hadn't come sooner.'

((Argh, I gotta go. We start again earlier tomorrow? Then we'll probably have a longer session.))

((Omg..why is everything working against me? Lets get on a little earlier tomorrow so we'll have more time in case these problem happen. I'm so sorry about all of this!))

The Phantom sighed from irritation. Did this girl know no manners? His eyes narrowed to two thin slits, his multicolored blue and green eyes appeared the same creul color. Black and cruel like most of his heart. He thought her mother would've taught her better than that! No matter, she left soon enough before he became overly irritated.

Erik sighed deeply as the door closed behind them and Christine's voice quietly echoed through the room. It was sweet music to his ears, and even more so when she truely sang. He had brought a chair with him to the enterence of the mirror so he wouldn't have to stand all through her practice, which normally lasted anywhere from fifteen minutes to two hours. It all depended on their freedom. Erik took a seat in the carefully crafted wooden chair that he made when he was younger, "Now, child, loosen your corset and sing "Think of Me". I'd like to see how well you can handle it. Impress me, My Angel of Music," His voice hardly had a musical tune, but none the less, it naturally echoed in a flattering tone that was gentle on the ears.

((Damn computer))

Time pasted quickly when Christine sang, and their lesson had been over in what seemed like a few minutes. In reality, it was more like forty-five minutes or so. Erik sighed deeply dreading his departure into the dungeons of his prisioned mind. He complimented his beautiful angel on her vocals, even if she needed more guidance. Before Christine knew it, Erik was gone after a delayed moment. His heart yerned for her, the only person who'd accept him for who he was. She was such an angel! So beautiful and elegant, shy and gentle, talented and...ideal. She was his significant other, his only fantasy. His eternally damned soul craved the light which only she could grant him...only then would he slowly forget his physical distortion. Erik made strolled down the dark hallway, hoping to hear her sing again, which she often did after their lessons. For what reason, he knew not, but his heart fluttered at the sound of her voice.

((Iiight. Sorry I PMed you..I didn't see your post..><))