A/N: Hello again, fellow Phans! I am SOOOO excited to be up on the site again! Missed you all! Okay, so this is another attempt to write and actually finish a multi-chapter fan-fic. I know my last one was pretty terrible. Probably miles off from being even remotely realistic, and very choppy with terrible grammar, but I promise to try REEEAAALLY hard on this one for you guys. It shouldn't be too incredibly long, but it will have a little more 'umph' than my other attempt at a fan-fic. Sorry, this one's SUPER short... :*( And, when I do Carlotta's POV, I put it in her Spanish accent to make it funnier, so if something doesn't make sense or if she sounds like she's not using proper English, that's just because of the influence that some other stories had on her character (to me). So yeah… Oh, and BTW; if you guys can believe it, I actually got up quite a few other stories, all one-shots, but I hope that you guys check 'em out! It would mean the world to me! Well, enough of my babbling, ON WITH THE SHOW!

Carlotta's POV:

OOOOH, HOW I HATE THAT MEGAN GIRL! I don't care if her mother ees de ballet mistress or not, her daughter is a disgrace to dees company! Why, you say? Well….

Flash back 20 minutes ago…

I vas just about to feenish de aria, (IN DE CHORUS I TELL YOU, IN DE CHORUS! Since de stupid phantom gave me de wheeze and coughs, I came late to de performance and they put me in de CHORUS! VAT A DISGRACE!) ven 'R-R-RIP!' De stupid vench stepped on de train of my dress! She tore the entire theeng right off! De whole opera house vas laughing at me so hard, Im sure dat de orphanage down the road could have easily joined in de laughing! And vere dey are, dey have-a notheeng to laugh about! And guess vat! No-abody help me! Not eefen de ballet rat dat started eet in de first place! I svear I heard the Phantom laughing hees death-head right off too!

Back to present…

Oooooh, she have no idea how bad she's-ah goin' to pay-ah! *Gasp* And I know just-ah vhere to start… Her social life...

Christine's POV:

Oh my god! How exciting was that! I felt exhilarated! Carried away! And it was all thanks to my angel… Oh no, my angel… I'M GONNA BE LATE! *Starts running to her dressing room* Oh, I hope he's not too mad…

What I find is totally aside from what I was expecting.

"OH MY GOOD GOD! RAOUL?! HOW DID YOU GET HERE?"

It was my childhood friend, Raoul De Changy! Oh, but how did he find me? How did he even recognize me? I have to find out…

"Geez, no 'hellos' or anything, no instead I am questioned on my motives of seeking out my babe."

BABE?! Wait a minute... Who does he think he is?! I just now see him and he thinks I want to immediately run off with him? Okay, I admit, I had little girly fantasies when I was little. I had a bit of a crush on him. But, although he is dashing and neat in every way, it's pretty presumptuous that he thinks he can just drag me into a full-on courtship after I haven't been in his private presence for more that 5 minutes!

"I… Uh, wait, HUH? Wha-…huh?!"

He smudged his index finger all over my lip-glossed mouth, TASTED HIS FINGER, and cut me off with the most asinine remark known to man.

"The Comte always gets what he wants, my dear. Now; Your performance. You were absolutely sublime, my dearest! I can't believe that I am going to be walking around with such a talented artist on my arm…"

GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY! THIS JUST GETS BETTER AND BETTER! HE'S SUCH A FLIPPING PIG! But, he's the patron. If I bad-mouth him right to his face, he'll ditch patronage to the opera-house, and drive me out of a job. I just started, so that cannot happen.

"What?! And last time I checked, you were the VI-comte… Unless Phillipe… Did he…?"

Well, that just went out the window…-ish...

"'Ah yes. Quite unfortunate. He got run over by a stage coach…"

"*GASP!*"

"Kidding, doll. Kidding."

Oh my god, Raoul, just give up already.

"Argh, Raoul, get out of my room. I need to think this over. You come back after 14 years, and drag me into a mess that I don't understand. I need some alone time. Bye."

And I took the immense bouquet of flowers, all but chucked them at my love seat, and shooed him out the door before I was even done talking. Hey, I wasn't nice, and neither was he, and it was the most peaceful way I thought to go about kicking him out of my room.

"Brava, brava, bravisima…"

*Sighs dreamily* my angel…

"Angel, I hear you,

Speak, I listen,

Stay by my side,

Guide me-…"

He took a pause, and then I heard a gentle chuckling from behind my mirror. *Gee, SHOCKER* Yeesh, as if it wasn't obvious enough, he made it quite clear that he always hid behind my wall. Time to act surprised…

"Angel, are you here? I hear you behind my mirror maestro, you may now show yourself to me… At last…"

Well, now is the time. And the mirror opens, aaaand- DING DING DING! Time to lay my eyes on the most handsome man upon the entire- a mask? God he's freaking hot! Why would he a wear a mask?

He's wearing the finest clothes in Paris, at least three layers of fabric, yet I can tell that he is quite masculine. I wonder what he'd look like if he had gotten a little too hot… GOODNESS ME! WHAT AM I THINKING! 'Thinking like an untouched little girl with fantasies…' OH MY GOD. Whoever that was, you can STUFF IT! I don't think like that! 'Oh yeah? Well guess what, I'M YOU…DUN DUN DUUUUNN' Oh, nu-uh. Not happening. 'Still…'

"Angel?"

He's now on the floor outside my mirror laughing so hard that he was almost at the point of slamming his fists on the floor and kicking his feet like a laughing kid on a sugar-high. Way different from the stony aura of mystery I had known for the six years I've been here. WHOA…

"Angel, what of my performance? Did I please you?"

GOD, WHY DO I ALWAYS SOUND LIKE A LOST KID?! This is my Angle of Music, and I sound like I got lost at the grocery store! 'Confidence, Christine, CONFIDENCE!'

"HAHAHAHAHAAHAHA! Chri-Chris, t-t-tine… HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

*Pause*

"TH-THAT, WAS THE MOST FREAKING AMAZI-HI-HI-HING THING, I HAVE EVER SEEN! HAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh, your singing as well, was truly wondrous, my dear. You have made your angel proud. Well, you made ME proud. Obviously I am no such entity, but a normal man. No, scratch that, Phantom."

Oh my stars! MY ANGEL OF MUSIC IS THE… TH-TH-TH-TH-THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA?!

"Y-y-y-y-you're… You're, th-th…*Gulp* Ph-ph-ph-phantom?"

"Yes, my dearest girl. Do not be frightened, child. Most of that 'Ghostly Gossip' that you her about me is just a bunch of stories that my corps de ballet made up. I can hardly blame them, though; getting screamed at by a woman with a cane can be quite boring, I'm sure… Oh, I meant no ill-will against Madame Giry, besides; we are friends… Of sorts…"

'You got that right, mister. But still, how would HE know Madame Giry? Hmmm…"

"Well… How would YOU know Madame Giry anyways?"

"Ah, my dear girl, no need to bring back bad memories…"

He then started to hug himself as if he was freezing. He probably was, considering that the visible side of his face lost almost all of its pigment in 2 seconds flat. But what 'bad memories could he possibly be talking about?

"What bad memories?"

"Hmmmm… I might tell you if you can come down to my place. It does, after all, get terribly lonely down there; all alone, in the dark, with no-one to console you but your shadow… Or lack thereof, considering that there IS no light to cast a shadow with…"

He gave a nervous laugh, but I was appalled until his clarification… He obviously saw this in my face, for he CLEARLY RESTATED his proposition in a less… Suggestive manor.

"For our lessons, girl, for our lessons. Look, Christine, I am a friend and fan as well as an… An… Admirer. It would be my genuine pleasure if you would just come down and do our lessons, where I keep the grandest organ in Paris, and maybe you could hang around for a little bit. I just wanted to stay friends with you. I can imagine how upset you could be right now that your father had not, in fact, sent you an angel, but I'll try my hardest to be whatever you want me to be. Whether I am to remain in the shadows, still that disembodied voice, or a man, in the flesh, there for you to lean on… I would do-"

The door burst open and Carlotta all but flew into my dressing room, with her heavily-sprayed hair, matted around her face, her last sprits of perfume obviously being far in the past, and her dress balled up in her fists. I hurry up and shove the now bashful Phantom into his secret corridor, and slammed his mirror shut.

"Yes, mademoiselle Carlotta, how could I be of service?"

I gave a welcoming curtsey and kept my head down. I don't need any more trouble. Again, if I had the choice, I would've kicked her out of my room as I did Raoul. But, I needed to remain employed. Thus, the big 'Yes master, I'm yours to command' charade.

"Your eh-stupid-ah Vicomte ees-ah chea-"

Cheating? In my head I was appalled. 1. Because he had just waltzed into my private chambers claiming me to be his girlfriend WITH ANOTHER CHICK IN LINE!; and 2. How DARE she call that hog MINE!

She was cut off with a very small, girly hand over her hot-pink, pouty mouth. Heavily manicured fingers, on that hand, too.

"Well, that was short…"

I straightened out my back, squared my shoulders once more, and grinned to myself. I strode over to the secret mirror-door, getting ready to apologize to Erik and tell him he needn't explain anymore, when Carlotta seemingly got thrown back in my room, attempting to scream something at me. It seems as though our prayers had come true! She was now virtually MUTE! Oh how wonderful!

"EGG! EGG! EITFFF EGG!"

"What?"

She started kicking the wall with her bright pink and orange pumps. I don't know anyone in the ballet, do I? OH GOOD GRIEF….

"You mean 'Meg'?"

I was sure she had given herself whiplash she had shaken her head so fast. Appearantly, Raoul figured he was welcome in my room once more, which he was not.

"Of course not, my love, I would never-"

Oh, that's it…

"YOUR love?! YOURS?! HA! IF YOU THINK FOR ONE SECOND THAT I WOULD JUST RUN OFF WITH YOU WHENEVER YOU GOT BORED WITH ONE OF YOUR 'NIGHT DOLLS', THEN YOU THOUGHT WRONG, YOU IDIOT SWINE!"

There. I vented. And boy did it feel good… Those four sentences were like, ten times as relieving as when Madame Giry finally lets us eat something other than the super tiny bowls of oatmeal in the morning. (Of course, I work extra hard, so then I might get a raise. Then I can spend half of my check on that 'Ultra-supreme luxury style' crate-full of assorted chocolates. Ahhhhh…. Chocolate).

I thought that maybe Carlotta had another mood-swing, but it turns out I was wrong. Raoul was sobbing tears the size of Buquet's bottles of whiskey. And trust me, that's definitely saying something.

"What? It's true, you can't just drag some poor girl into your control, just 'cuz you knew her as a 6-year-old. God, man, get a hold of yourself!"

Nope. Still sobbing. Though it seems that his voice got, like, nasally or something, and went up two octaves than natural for a man. I think…

"I JUST WANTED COVER FROM THE PRESS ALRIGHT?! OBVIOUSLY YOU'RE A LADIES' MAN IF YOU HAVE AN AFFAIR WITH TWO BEAUTIFUL WOMEN, DUH! NO-ONE CAN EVER KNOW THAT I'M ACTUALLY GA-"

Oh my god. What?

His little girly hands shot up to mouth as if he had told all of France that Carlotta had a 'job' instead of the 'natural beauty' thing. (Which still, everyone knows it, it's just obscene to actually say it out loud.)

Everyone in the room gasped. Time froze. This was…*Awkward*….

"Gay?"

"YEAH, ALRIGHT, GAY! GOD, IS IT THAT BIG A DEAL?! YOU KNOW MY SECRET, SO DON'T JUDGE ME! I STILL PATRON THIS OPERA AND UNLESS YOU WANT TO HOLD RESIDENCE IN A DAMP, DARK ALLEY, I SUGGEST YOU ALL KEEP THIS NICE AND QUIET! YOU HEAR?!"

"Whoa, man, just relax. I won't tell anybody. Just don't lay a hand on my best friend ever again, especially if Meg were to somehow find out. It'd break her heart, and she JUST broke up with that Jacques guy. I don't need another tear soaked dress. 'Kay?"

"Fine! Fine! I promise I won' t even look her way again! As long as neither of you breathe a word of this to ANYONE!"

"Fine. Now, out you get. Go on, shoo! And Madame Carlotta, as much as I am enjoying your silence, My heart's set on a raise. If I help you, our leading star, out of this jam, I can eat my chocolate in peace, and maybe we'll have an understanding, hm? Oh, no offense."

She just rolled her eyes and nodded.

"Good."

So I lead her into her into my miniscule half-bath, and told her to wait there on the stool. I had to go talk to 'The Phantom'.

I glided out of my bathroom, made sure that the door wouldn't open, closed the next door, and opened the mirror, only to find my mentor with his back against the floor, his legs resting up the wall, his cape fanned about himself, and twiddling his thumbs to his humming of what sounded like the song 'One Way Or Another'. I just had to laugh. He looked so adorable! He obviously heard me giggling, because he looked my way, jumped up with the speed of a hungry tiger, and held his hands behind his back. His slicked hair was all out of place and he looked so cute!

I found myself wanting to reach up and brush it back into place… He had a bit of a pink color dusting his smoothly shaved face now. That just made him even MORE adorable! GOOD GOD! I think I have a crush…

I eventually stopped snickering, and he gave a bit of a nervous smile. Darn it, he looked cute like that too… WILL THIS EVER STOP?

"So, uh… What should I do about-uh… Her?"

I felt at ease in a nervous way when I was around this man for some reason. I haven't a clue why, but I just did. I found myself with my hands wringing each other behind my back, slowly rocking on my toes, and I kept my head down so he wouldn't see the stupid smile or the immense rouge that invaded my face. Is this what the ballet rats called… Flirting?

"Uh, I don't know… I would take a look, if I weren't all menacing and, well, 'Phantom-y' I suppose. I f you can find out what bound her mouth shut, I could try to find out what would take it off. Even though her lacking a voice would work wonders for my mental ease."

I laughed a little, and replied rather hesitantly;

"As much as I would like your mind to stay at ease, I think it best that I at least try to help her. She might get to the bosses."

"Pfffft. What's she gonna do, write 'em a note?"

"No, because that's your job. Hehehehe…"

"Mmmmm. How right you are, my dear. Hmm, I suppose you should go and tend to… You know.."

"Oh, yes of course."

Oh my god. Pinch me I must be dreaming! Anyways, I walked, rather slowly, to my tiny bathroom , were a squealing signora awaited my eyes and hands. And pliers.

"MMM MMMR YMMM TEKIMMMNNG TMMM?"

'Who were you talking to'… I gotta dodge that one.

"Uh, sorry, can't hear you. Now sit still and keep quiet so I can work on this. I wonder, what did Raoul do to you to lock up your lips?"

"MEEEE UUUIIMMM HEEEE HMMMAAARROOO NELL"

"Yeah whatever…"

I tilted her head around, and then it hit me; CREW HAIR GEL! Two things other than my dad that I hold sacred: 1. Chocolate, and 2. Crew hair gel. I admit it, he may be a swine, idiot brat, but Monsieur Le Vicomte has style. AMn, if I didn't bathe every night, that stuff would keep my hair stiff and in place for DAYS!

"ARRRRMEE YOMMM EMMMEN DOIIINGMMM AANEEETHIMMMM?!"

I tested out the sounds on my mouth. 'Are you even doing… anything…?'

"Uhhh… Didn't I tell you to stay quiet? I need peace!"

"MMMMUT EEE-ER…"

Yeah. 'Whatever' is right. Truth? No. I was just acting like I knew how to examine this, when secretly, all I could think about was the ghost hunk behind my mirror… He must think I am SUCH an idiot…

So, I went to work.

A/N: So that's chapter one! Soooooo? How was it? Did I make ANYBODY laugh? Even crack a smile? To my past reviewers/readers/followers/favoriters/silent-peep s/ect., I know on my last multi-update story I was SOOOOO terrible at keeping the story to-date at a reasonable pace, but trust me, this is not going to be very long. Maybe 10 chapters tops? I don't know guys. Okay, so I've been noticing that the 'please review' bit, DOES NOT WORK FOR CRAP anymore. I'm not complaining or anything, but it almost worries me that maybe you guys are hatin' it but don't wanna say anything. So, every chapter I'll try to come up with some random question and if you liked the story, put your answer, and a smiley face. If you totally hated it, of course, answers and frownies (***AN EXPLANATION WOULD BE APPRECIATED AS WELL***), or if you're just all like 'What the flip just happened', Do this: '0.0' It might sound stupid, but I'm just trying to get you guys to speak (Or rather, type) your thoughts.. So, QUESTION NUMBER ONE: *drum roll*

~ARE YOU GUYS ERIK SHIPPERS OR RAOUL SHIPPERS? ~

Looking forward to answers! ;) Thanks guys!

-Your obedient servant,

TNP