A/N: I do not own any Phantom of the Opera characters. My friend and I though of this and I had to write it down.

The coffee

Erik walked down one of his many passageways to Madam Giry's room. He had some "ideas" that the managers might like. As he stepped through he mirror, he looked around…no one was there but a smell was in the air.

On her desk was a white teacup, Erik walked over and looked into it. A dark, black liquid was steaming and smelled very good. At that moment madam Giry entered. "Oh, Erik…there you are. What are you doing?"

"Madam, what is this drink?" he asked looking at her. "Its called coffee, it helps me stay awake through the day."

Erik slowly picked the cup up and sipped a small taste. Then he looked up with surprise "This is amazing! May I have this?"

Madam Giry was so shocked at his reaction, that she just nodded her head. He drank the last of the liquid down and then sat down and looked very hard to madam Giry.

"This is what you must do…" seeing that he was finally getting down to what he had come for she sat down across from him. He continued "…get as much of that…" pointing to the empty cup on the desk "…as you can for me and bring it to me."

With that he walked to the mirror and opened it. "Erik…what the…?" He put up his hand "No, just do as I say…"

Two months later…

Erik sat at his organ, writing away. He had not stopped for two weeks. The coffee kept him from sleeping. He would try to sleep but couldn't. Madam Giry came at that moment and brought him another cup of coffee.

"Erik…you should stop this, it's too much."

"No…must keep working…. wr…ite…Write!! I can't stop. Coffee is the best, I never have to sleep. But…"

"But what?"

"I can't seem to go to sleep anymore."

Madam Giry just looked at him and started laughing…"Oh…oh…Erik…That is what coffee does…remember I said…'it keeps me awake'." She looked at Erik.

He looked like a kid who was just caught stealing a cookie. His eyes were big and he blinked a few times and said "Oh"

He turned back at his work. "It doesn't matter. I must work.

For years all Erik did was drink coffee and write till M. Giry put him in rehab. He is still getting over the coffee but every now and then he steals a cup for a cast member or two…three...four…a lot.

Fin.