--------A/N: Okay, I think I'm just writing a brand new pairing, not yet explored by POTO-writers on Have fun! And tell me what you think.

--------Summary: When Raoul gets to the Opera, he doesn't remember Christine. He lays his eyes upon somebody else. How Christine deals with the loss of her love and how Madame Giry responds. Raoul/Antoinette

Chapter one --- On Stage

It was another rainy day of his life. The clouds danced around the Opera, which he had just financed another decade of glamour. Raoul was lucky to be in such a leading position. The Opera was right in front of him, laid to his feet, ready to be enchanted by his ideas.

It was true; the Opera was not what it used to be anymore. The dancers were said to be bad and the people only shrugged about the Opera's singers. Raoul had the needed freshness on his cheeks to push things forward. And he knew about his capability.

When he first stepped into the big hall of the Opera, he was calm and confident. Nothing on earth could hold him back from creating a totally new environment of glamour, glory, pride and dispute about which evening would be the most breathtaking. Some minutes later, the other gentlemen had joined him to be introduced to the leaders of the Opera - some teachers, people who organized which of the important people were to be invited to the performances, and finally, the actors and singers, ballerinas and cleaners themselves. Raoul was not going to leave any of them out; they all worked on making the Opera glamorous, even if all they did was clean the stairs.

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The faces quickly passed and after an hour, he had introduced himself to most of the people. There were the ballerinas, one of them claimed to know him. Her name was Christine, but didn't bother him that much. She was just another hypocrite trying to steal his money. Her brown eyes were impressive, but soon he stopped thinking about it. Business was more important. Then, there were the other singers, an Italian woman tried to get a date with him. Of course, although he was 'very touched' by that, he had to say no. Business was more important. It's not like he'd care.

"Monsieur Le Vicomte de Chagny, there is one woman we have not introduced to you yet. Her name is Madame Giry." He looked up. A blonde girl, a ballerina, stood in front of him and blinked surprisingly often as if there was something in her eyes she wanted to get rid of.

"Oh, yes?" he asked and shrugged. "Well, where is she?"

"She claims to be working hard in the rehearsal room. Doesn't want to be interrupted." A smile crept on the girl's face.

Raoul shrugged again. 'A Madame Giry who denies to get to know me?' he thought and scratched his head.

"When will she be ready?" he asked.

"In an hour."

"Okay, tell her to meet me on stage. I want to take a look around."

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He stepped on stage and looked around, indeed, he was overwhelmed by the sight. But then, a voice distracted him from the beauty.

"Are you the Vicomte de Chagny?" a woman's bright voice said. He turned around.

"Yes", he replied and smiled in return.

"I'm Madame Giry. Excuse my exercise, but I needed it. I don't want to get stiff. Then, I wouldn't be a good example for my ballerinas anymore." She smiled.

Raoul felt his mouth form a smile. "It's not that bad. Now that you are here." 'Am I really just saying this?' he thought in that moment, 'I'm an idiot for doing this.'

"I'm the ballet teacher. There is no more that you need to know about me. What I do is to be seen in the performances itself. If my work's been good, you see the girls dance beautifully."

"You don't dance?" he asked because he couldn't think of another question to ask her.

"No, I don't. My career on stage is over. It continues behind the curtain, though."

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"Do you think he remembers me, although he said he didn't?" Christine turned to Meg.

"I don't know. Maybe you should ask him again. What about tonight? When you perform, he will be thrilled. I bet he'll remember then."

"You think so?"

"Yes", Meg said and put her pointes off. "Why not?"

Christine sat down next to her. "All I can think about is him. I've seen him only once, two hours ago, but Meg, he's just -"

Meg rubbed her toes. "These pointes really -"

"Meg!"

"What?"

"You're not listening!"

"I am. You were just about to tell me he was the man of your dreams."

Christine giggled. "Yes, he is. I'll show him that I am the princess of his dreams!"

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The Angel leaned against the wall of the dressing room and closed his eyes. A smile crept on his face. 'You'll forget about him. He's not meant to be with you. All he can think of isn't you. It's somebody else. My little Christine, you will learn it, and you'll love me like you've always done.' Then, he touched the wall. 'Let tonight show it to you. You'll be lonely in your rooms. No He-remembers-me-Raoul there to fight for taking you from me. You're mine, if you pout about it or not.'