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Practice had been going quite well, in Meg's humble opinion. Her mother had not said too much in the way of correction, which was always a good sign. Of course, her mother seemed preoccupied more with MM. Andre and Firmin at the moment.

It was hard to keep concentration when she was so curious about the new management, and she knew the other girls felt the same.

Andre had looked at her! Ew! He looked like was old enough to be her grandfather! "Thank goodness the other one made him stop ogling us", she thought. Well, she would certainly have to tell everyone about this. Although she got the feeling that certain girls wouldn't MIND the new manager's... "Attentions". But Meg, despite performer's scandalous reputations, was a virtuous girl.

Erik scanned the crowd of dancers looking for that familiar brunette, but she wasn't there. Where could she be? He wondered as his brows furrowed a bit, his patience slowly wearing thin. She had better not met with the Victome again, or else there'd be more hell to pay than just a small chandelier. Erik's hands gripped the metal railing tightly as he continued to observe the practice below, he was almost certain no one would see him up there. So these are the new managers? Erik thought to himself as he spotted them below with Madame Giry. Perhaps one of them would be a good suitor for her, she needs one... He thought again as he noticed Madame Giry was arm and arm with one of them. He didn't think it rude to imagine such a thing, seeing as it was the truth. In Erik's opinion, she needed a lover...

Erik's mismatched eyes continued to scan through the dancers before he recognized a familiar shape. There... Erik smiled at the sight of his precious beauty dancing about with just precision and grace. Although the dance was very exotic, there was a flow of energy coming from those girls that many people wouldn't have noticed. Only those with the taste of the arts would be moved by such a sight, rather than aroused. Christine's face gleamed a silky cream color from the slight perspiration that collected on her fair skin. She danced almost as well as she could sing, and Erik was about to make the world notice her musical talents soon enough...

((Excuse the double post but I've gotta go now. Bye. I'll most likely be on tomorrow.))

((Hi everyone! im on for a little while in case you want to know...but I have to get off soon and I will try to be on later today 3nodding I was hoping we'd have a Carlotta by now, but we dont... sweatdrop ...so I was thinking...Maybe I could play her....does that sound like a good Idea to you guys? ))

Madame Giry saw that he was looking at her daughter.

"Who you are looking at is Meg Giry, My daughter. The girl next to her is Christine Daae. The only daughter of the famous Sweedish Violinist. She has promising talent Monsuier. Very promising."

Madame Giry was taking into close account of the mistakes made by the dancing girls so that she could scold them later. She didnt want to scold in front of the new managers. She was so preoccupied that she didnt notice the look on Andre's face or the nudge that Firmin had givin him.

((Hello there.))

Meg continued dancing as she heard what her mother said. Maman!!! Her mind screamed. Don't tell him my NAME!!!! Which she knew was a ridiculous thought because he was the manager now and would know her name soon anyway. Still, the thought was unsettling. But at least her mother had mentioned the fact that Meg was her daughter.

((No one else has something to post? Christine?))

Erik was surprised Christine noticed him up there, and yet, he didn't mind at all. They shared a moment that drew him to her even more so than before. He could tell she was shaken up from the sight of him, but Erik knew better that she wouldn't assume so quickly of his existence until he moved...and she noticed it. "So it begins, my beautiful angel of music..." He sung quietly to himself, his vocals mellow and mysterious. Normally there was a connection between the forbidden lovers when one of them sang. Erik noticed this developing in Christine over time while he taught her. She seemed to be more alert, even if she couldn't hear him...and yet, she could. It was like a distance cry for her, as was her voice to him. It drew them together like someone wondering to an unknown destination. They knew they had to be somewhere, but where was uncertain.