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Erik eyebrows quirked a little at the managers' reaction to his appearance. Have they not heard the rumors? He wondered to himself as his eyes creeped over and took notice to Christine's petit body. She was too beautiful for most men to take much notice. Yes, as odd as it sounded, some people didn't find her all that attractive and couldn't understand why others thought so highly of her. Her skin was like the finest milk, her eyes were that of pure emeralds glimmering with every blink...with every tear. One day she'll be mine...

(( hi everyone im on but not for long...ill only be on for about half and hour im sad to say sweatdrop ))

Madame Giry laughed inwardly at her daughter. She was getting on in her years...but every once in while she just seemed like a little child again.

"The Opera Ghost is a man that is rarely heard, hardly seen and never caught monsiuers. He can do much worse than stealing a hairbrush I assure you. Why last week, he literally brought down the set as La Carlotta begant to sing...You see monsiuers, even though many people love La Carlotta...the Opera Ghost does not like her voice at all and has made it clear on many occasions that he does not want her singing in his opera house. I beg of you to keep his demands monsiuers...he may end up doing something much worse than what he has done in the past if his demands are not met."

Madame Giry left off her small speech in a pleading tone...she didnt want anything bad to happen...but if these managers were as arrogant as the last...there was sure to be trouble.

The managers looked between eachother once more. Andre was quite furious, at all this information that had been hidden from them. But Firmin was determined to try and get through it gracefully. "Well, since this...Ghost...does not prefer Carlotta to sing, is there someone else who can perform even greater? Daae, perhaps?" he inquired.

Erik's heart stopped for a moment and hope washed over him. This was their chance! She could be a star and he would be credited with the greatness of her voice! Perhaps he would finally be able to emerge from the world on occasion and not be treated like a wicked, demonic beast. His eyes softened and he looked at his beauitful angel with silent hopeful pleas. They needed this...both of them. Although no one noticed him in Buquet's place hidden above them, his presence was normally known to Christine whenever he was around, or when either of them sang. It didn't matter if they could hear one another, they always seemed to know...their love ran so deep that they were both so blind to it's greatness.

((Im jsut filling in for Christine untill we hear from our other one..so here it goes.))

Madame Giry motioned for Christine to move to the front of the stage. She slowly made her way up and her hands began to shake, she was rather nervous, she had been taking lessons from the Angel for sure, but was she ready yet? No time to worry about that now, she would just have to put on a brave face and do her best. Erik was probably listening right now, she would do her best....he was watching her. She took a deep breath and let it out to calm down as Madame Giry signaled for the ochestra to begin playing. After a few notes Christine began to sing.

"Think of me....think of me fondly when we've said good-bye. Remember me, every so often, promise me you'll try.

She sung with all her heart and soul. Her voice filled the Opera house with the beautiful song, as though of a hundred beutifully played violins.
It seemed like no time at all before she reached the end of her song.

"Flowers fade, the fruits of summer fade, they have their season so do we, but please promise me that sometimes you...will...think....."

She paused a moment to get a good breath, these were the high notes..the hardest part of the song.

"ah-ah-ah ah aha ah ahhhhh oooooooffffffff me!"

She hit every one. Every single high note she hit and it sounded beautiful. She ended her song, smiled and looked around her, from Madame Giry to Meg to the new Managers. They were all smiling. She felt a presence above her, so she looked up, and there was a face, one she did not know, but this face was smiling as well. She smiled back up at the face then looked down and said to the Managers.

"Monsiuers, please forgive me. I'm quite tired from the day's excitement. I think I will retire to my dressing room."

She gave a courtsy, and walked off the stage and up twards her room. Her thoughts were racing. That was the best she had sung yet. Could someone unseen have been helping her? She opened her door and stepped inside.

'Angel....Angel....." she whispered softly waiting for him.

Colette was backstage, in her room.. Untying her ballet shoe.. She drew ina silent breath shakily.. The poor mute girl could never sing as well as Christine.. She looked down sadly...

Erik hated the thought of passing up this opportunity. She was so tempting and beautiful, how could he?

"Shhh....Flattering child you shall know me. See why in shadow I hide. Look at your face in the mirror, I am there inside." His voice carried to her ears sweetly, the angelic master called to her, "I am your Angel of Music..." His soothing voice faded as he placed a naked hand on her mirror. Erik's handsome figure stood there, his large fingers gently resting on the clear glass. His body was covered in fine black materials from head to foot, which was protected with a cloak that reached to the floor. The right side of his face was concealed with a white mask, which seemed slightly odd. Although he wore such a thing, it didn't hinder what charm she was able to see.

Chrisitne obeyed the voice as she always did, it entranced her, what else could she do? When her eyes met those of the ones in the mirror, she gasped slightly. Those were the eyes she had seen above after she sang earlier, those handsome eyes that held her gaze as she walked, in a trance, twards the mirror. Those eyes...that seemed to hold the sadness of the world. Thought seemed to disappear as she walked closer twards him, his voice entranced her and she seemed to hear music in her mind. He had complete controll over her, and there was nothing she could do. She was tempted to hold out her hand, but her own voice came into her head and she held out her shaking hand over his, 'Is this something you want to do Christine?' she thought. Action speaks louder than thought, and Christine took his hand. She looked into his eyes then, and saw a smile form on his half covered face. She knew she wanted to be with him. And nothing could stop her.