Hi everybody!(Hi Dr. Nick!)

This is 'Gasp.' and here is an awesome story I be writing! It is about girlies named Ivy and Becca (me) who get phantom souvenirs and watch Phantom of the opera and get sent into it! OOOOoooOOOooo Now way into the past will they be able to save Erik from Christine?

I don't own anything from Phantom of The Opera. (I wish I did though. Cough Mr. Butler cough)

AAACHHOOO! Raoul: bless you Thanks Raoul!

"Yay! Come on in Ivy!" Becca told her red-haired friend as she led Ivy into her living room. "My Mom and Dad are out shopping, Sarah is at Stephanie's, and Ashley is at the movies with her freaky friends. We are all alone... what do you want to do?"

"Let's watch... THE PHANTOM!" Ivy squealed as she removed the DVD from her knapsack. Becca's eyes grew to the size of a Punjab lasso as she saw the movie.

"OMGEEEE!" Becca squealed really loud. She heard the sound of glass breaking and she went to investigate. She saw her squeal had broken an old glass cup in her cupboard.

"...and I thought only La Carlotta could do that." Ivy laughed as Becca smiled sheepishly. Soon the pair was sitting on a couch with popcorn and a blanket over them. They also had props from the movie auction they went to.

"I got one of the crystal flowers from Christine's hair when she sang think of Me, I got the Punjab lasso Erik used to intimidate Raoul with in the Torture chamber, I got a phantom plushy, and I got Erik's black silk mask too!" Ivy giggled out showing her merchandise.

"Whoa... cool, I got Erik's swooshy cape, Erik's red death mask, and the ENTIRE Don Juan Triumphant script! I got a plushy also!" Becca grinned showing hers. Both girls started to giggle happily as the movie started. After a few hours of watching that movie among others, Becca was fast asleep. So Ivey decided to watch the Phantom again. She put on her mask, put the DVD in and as she made her way by the T.V she tripped... and fell into it.

Erik sat at his organ composing. After a while he got up to get some food. As he was walking his foot hit something hard. He looked down to see a tall, redheaded girl unconscious on his floor. She was also wearing the most absurd clothing he had ever seen in his life. (Ivy was in jeans and a t-shirt, gym shoes too) He decided that he would take her to a more comfortable area and interrogate her when she woke up. He saw a small bag, slung it over his shoulder, picked Ivy up and carried her to a sofa where he gently set her down.

Ivy woke up slowly. She looked around at her surroundings and she gasped (Le GASP!) Ivy almost fainted. She was in the Louis Philippe Room, or a very good imitation of it. She heard music from an organ playing outside and she knew. It was him. She didn't know how she got there, but she was so happy that she did. She saw her backpack next to her and she walked into the main part of the lair.

"Good you are awake." The phantom said not even looking behind him. Suddenly he got up, glided over to her and grabbed her shoulders. "What were you doing in my lair!" He asked with a hint of anger in his voice as he looked her straight in the eyes.

At that moment Ivey almost fainted again, but composed herself.

"I doubt you would believe me." She said her green eyes gazing calmly into his amber ones, the left side of his face shielded by a white porcelain mask.

(My Erik is the Gerik! Gerard Erik! DUH!)

"Well... would you believe me if I told you that I came from about oh 136 years in the future, and I know all about here. We are in Paris, France under the world renowned Opera Populaire in the year 1870. Also your name is Erik, you are after the love of a girl named Christine Daae who is 16 and came here at 7 when her father Gustave Daae died. Also today they are in production of Hannibal, where Monsieur Lefavre will announce his retirement and the new owners will come. Monsuiers Richard Firmin and Gille André. Who have had a recent fortune in the junk business which André will refer to as the Scrap metal business. The idiot. Anyway, there is also a new patron. A FOP by the name of Raoul De Changy. He is a very... girlish man. Oh and speaking of girlish, the diva Carlotta Guidicelli... ugh! She wears too much pink, throws too many tantrums, and can't sing to save her life... or any glass for that matter. Piangi is just as bad as the managers for kissing up to that big, poodly, pink, GUGGH! Anyway, I know all about you, Madame Giry, Meg, the plays that will be performed here and how to get into your lair, so if you push me out, I just get back in. Oh and I taught myself how to use a Punjab lasso and to fence so if I get attacked I will be okay. How I got here I don't know. I was with my friend Rebecca, Becca for short, and I fell and woke up here. You can see me so this is not a hallucination of mine, but real. And very pleasant I might add."

"Okay... I didn't understand half of that, but I can understand this. If you want me to believe that you are from the future, I need proof. Go get it then I will believe your story."

Ivey smiled and ran to fetch her backpack. She opened it up and a picture of her and Becca fell out. She picked it up and examined it. Both girls' glasses shone in the sunlight and showed Hazel eyes under Becca's and emerald green under Ivy's. Becca was tall, but Ivey was taller, almost as tall as Erik himself. Becca's long straight blonde hair was pulled into a long braid that fell to her waist and Ivy's unruly red frizzy hair was tamed in a ponytail. Becca had her signature smile on her face, her braces shining and Ivy had made bunny ears on Becca (which later Becca hit her for). The girls were dressed in Renaissance clothing from when they went to the Renaissance Festival. Ivey was dressed as a Black Sorceress and Becca was a White one. They both had their respective weapons of Staffs and powders, But they each went and bought their own weapons. Thin, yet sharp, fencing like swords that they trained themselves with carefully in the backyard until they had mastered the art, as good as Erik, no, but better than Raoul. Suddenly Ivy wished that Becca were here with her and the weapons too. She felt alone in this world, a phangirl without a phriend to share it with.

Suddenly a familiar squeal pierced the silence of the lair.

ohh! Cliffie! A predictable cliffie... but a cliffie nonetheless!

Raoul: I'm not girly!

Ummm... Dear, you are. Give it up.

Raoul: mutters inaudibly

rolls eyes oh well I would like feedback but whatever! As long as you are reading this I'm fine with that! You need to review at least once though so I can see who exactly is reading! n.n

Fare thee well!