Discaliamer:I don't own POTO, this is just incase you didn't read it on my other phic.

Hey guys, Shadow here! Listen I'm currently fighting writer block on Act II, and this came to me between two in the morning and Algebra. I decided to run with it, please read and review.

The Incident

"Nothing" she muttered, the sun beating down over head, "absolutely nothing!"

Tammy poured over the contents of a small folding table. She stood a proud five foot three, but often disguised this fact with high heels. Today she wore tall three inch heel black leather boots with silver buckles on the side. Her unusually long legs were clad in dark blue denim jeans; she was cursed ever since freshman year to always go to the next size up because even though the waist fit perfectly the legs were always too short. She wore a black tank top with the words "J'adore Erik" scrawled in red across the front. Her pale arms and neck were clearly visible because of the cut of the shirt. She was paler than usual, because for the past week she had spent either in front of her computer screen or her piano. Her red hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun, curls valiantly seeking freedom cascaded down her neck or stuck up in odd directions. She always felt she had had passing features, her eyes were a lively mixture of green and blue (bound to change with what she was wearing). Her completion was smooth for once in a blue moon. Her mom had always boosted about her nose and eyebrows, though secretly she didn't understand why.

She straitened and glared at the table for reason even she didn't know. She was at the first garage sale that had gone up for the season. Normally she made it a point to stay away from any yard sale event of any kind; her excuse was you didn't know what purpose most of the stuff was used for before they wanted to sell it.

This one almost had held an air of promise, magic even. Evidently her magic sense was on the fritz, because not even she could find anything special about melted Tupperware and a bent egg beater. Disappointed she turned to move to the next table when something sparkling caught her eye.

It was a ring, simple yet elegant. The silver band held a large diamond surrounded by several smaller stones. It was gorgeous. She picked it up and turned it over in her hand, it was made for a slender hand and by a fine craftsman. She held it up to the light, the stones looked real enough, but how in the world did something like this end up in a garage sale.

She glanced over her shoulder, call it instinct, and then slipped it on her left hand ring finger. Surprisingly it fit. Normally she was humble, but she had to admit it looked good on her hand.

"Are you going to buy that?" a low cool voice purred. Instinctively her teeth clenched.

"Yes, now go find some other shopper to torment." she turned and faced the dark-haired girls in front of her; Chris had been her arch foe for practically as long as she could remember. If Tammy was demented, then this girl was evil incarnate.

"Oh, too bad!" Chris responded, gazing at the ring fondly, "that was already put on reserve for me!"

Tammy didn't believe a word of it, "I'll just ask Mrs. Dwrite then."

She noticed the look of disbelief in Chris' dark eyes. Laughing evilly on the inside Tammy called over the short blue haired old woman.

"I'd like to buy this ring. I'll give you fifteen dollars for it," she thought the price was reasonable for being at a garage sale. Mrs. Dwrite looked pleased with the price until, "now wait just a minute those stones are real."

Chris evidentially wasn't going to give up that easily.

"Clearly the stones are costume," Tammy returned. Knowing how to act as if she actually knew what she was talking about often worked, and she prayed it came through today. "By the way it's cut; you can clearly see the flaws. All first-class authentic diamonds have a bit of a yellow cast to them, even if they are set in silver settings. I have the feeling that the silver is of good quality but the 'diamonds' might as well be glass, so my price of fifteen dollars is actually quite fair."

She held out her hand and showed Mrs. Dwrite the ring and her money. While the little old woman looked over the trinket Tammy sent Chris a smirk. Mrs. Dwrite pronounced the same verdict as Tammy's and took the money to go help another customer who wanted to know the price of a certain painting.

With one last admiring look of the ring, Tammy sent Chris a triumphant glare. When it came to mind games she was the puppet master. She left the stunned and fuming brunet in the middle of the drive way.

Walking down the small suburb street Tammy celebrated her victory. This ring was the piece of magic she had been looking for that morning, some how deep in her bones she knew it was true. It looked like something from the phics she read so much. Hopefully it would give her some inspiration, lately she was running out.

She reached her building and entered her small studio apartment. It was modest, in a starving artist sort of way; her light green walls were nearly covered in theatre posters, announcing her performances among others. Her bed sat in the corner covered in a lime green leopard print comforter. Her TV was on the stand in the "living room", while her 88 key electric keyboard and computer sat on opposite walls.

She dimmed the lights down and popped her favorite DVD in the player. It was her 2005 copy; since her London recording was on back order she would just have to settle with listening to Gerry more, something she wasn't all against. She walked to her small closet and pulled out her favorite cape, floor length black trimmed in emerald. The DVD revved up and she got out her piano music for Broadway show. Turning the dog eared pages she finally found what she was looking for, "Music of the night". She changed the voice setting on the piano to strings, some how it just sounded better if it was in an orchestra sounding tone.

She looked at her ring, the chances on coming across this was hard to believe. She didn't honestly believe it was Christine's ring, but with her overactive imagination it might as well have been. She was in rapped in her own little world that she nearly missed the beginning cords.

She started playing, not needing to look at the music because she had read it so much. She let her fingers dance across the keys to the haunting melody. Gerry's voice washed over her and she closed her eyes, thinking of the man behind the mask. The Erik she knew was there. Smiling she kept playing from sense memory, odd how much the mind can do with a bit of talent and an object of affection.

She came to the beginning of the instrumental break and she played as the DVD began to fade away. Dang, she was going to have to replace that machine soon or get it fixed, it sounded like it was dying. She finished the song with great vibrato as the sound bounced around the room.

Wait… her apartment wasn't that big to actually have sound bounce.

Ignoring the strange feeling in the pit of her stomach she started another song, "Point of no Return". But as she placed her hands to the keys, instead of a soothing string sound a resounding pipe like resonance greeted her ears.

Her eyes flew open, at first all she saw was dark, lots and lots of dark. Then she looked down, illuminated by candlelight, instead of sitting on her small bench and the plastic keys of her keyboard under her finger tips, she was sitting at a large ornamental ivory keyed organ. The glistening golden pipes rising from behind were enough to send any phangirl squealing.

"Dear lord!" she whispered.

So that's the first chappie, hope you enjoyed it.I promise it will get funnier later on. Please review.