Chapter 1

I felt my heartbeat pounding in my chest as I sat in the large room with the others, waiting for my name to be called. Paranoid worries flushed over me; Would I be good enough? What if I messed up? What if everyone laughed at me?

"Bianca Edwards?" A deep voice pulled me from my thoughts as the girl next to me jumped up and followed him, head held high and strut in her step, through a door to the stage. I faintly heard the sound of her voice drifting through the closed door. It was powerful and operatic, but lacked the sweetness and innocence required for the part we were auditioning for. An innocence I could only hope my voice could project…

Her singing was suddenly cut off by a loud thump. I, along with the other girls in the room, jumped and looked around at each other nervously. Seconds later, Bianca came stomping back through the door.

"If that is your idea of humour, I shall have you know I am not amused at all!" She shouted over her shoulder as the director ran after her.

"Wait, I swear that wasn't me, I did nothing!" he called, pleading.

"Then talk to your stagehands and fire some of them. I will not be playing Christine now, that's for certain!" she glared at him without stopping.

"You aren't right for that part anyways." The director said quickly. Bianca stopped and turned around to glare at him.

"Not right? I have had vocal training from one of the best singers in the world since I was old enough to speak, and you say I'm not right?" She shouted at him in a piercingly high voice before twirling around and stomping out the exit.

"No, wait, you're not right for Christine! Perhaps we could have you cast as Carlotta instead?" he suggested, reaching for the door handle. However, when he tried to pull the door open it got stuck. He frowned and pulled harder, but it stayed shut. The man looked around nervously. "Or perhaps she should not play any part in this production at all." He reconsidered, his voice shaking slightly as he continued to search the room.

I looked around, confused. What was he looking for?

He seemed to catch himself, clearing his head with a quick shake and he turned to me. "Miss Christina Day, correct?" I nodded. "It's your turn now." he told me, holding the door to the theatre open for me.

I gulped and stood up, walking through the door into the large room. I felt calmer once I stepped inside. Theatres had that affect on me, I felt like I belonged and so being in them soothed me. This is my place.

I stepped up on the stage and faced the director and the manager, who were sitting in the front row looking at me incredulously. Not that I could blame them. I was very young in comparison to the other girls who had auditioned. They were mostly in their twenties or thirties, whereas I was only sixteen.

Then again, so was Emmy Rossum in the Phantom movie.

"Have you had any musical training?" The man who'd chased the other girl out asked, though his tone showed he didn't expect much.

"Not much," I felt myself heat under his gaze. "I have been taking vocal lessons for the past two years though."

The man nodded and wrote something on his clipboard and I thought I heard him sigh in annoyance. "You may begin when you're ready."

I took a deep breath, allowing myself to slip into character and hearing the musical accompaniment in my head. Part of me wanted to watch them as I sang, to see whether or not I was wasting their time as they thought I would. But I had to put my everything into this audition. This was my life goal, I had to try my hardest.

"Think of me," I thought I heard a sharp intake of breath but I paid no attention. Just kept singing. "Think of me fondly when we've said goodbye," I sang, hearing my voice ring throughout the theatre. The sound calmed me, and I sang on.

"Remember me once in a while, please promise me you'll try.

When you find that once again you long to take your heart back and be free

If you ever find a moment, spare a thought for me"

I kept singing until the song was over, and only then did I allow myself to look at the men sitting before me. Their eyes were wide and one even had their mouth slightly open in…awe? Or horror?

They regained their composure and stood up. "Thank you Miss Day, that was a great performance. You can expect to hear from us by the end of the week if you've made it. I wish you luck." He smiled kindly at me and I bowed my head in thanks.

But something strange happened once more. When he went to open the doors to let me out and to call in the next girl to audition, the door stuck. Just as the front door had. The doors must be quite old, after all this theatre did look like it'd been around for quite a while.

He tried again, twisting and pulling at the handle with all his might, but to no avail. Eventually he stopped and looked at me. "Miss Day?" he addressed me.

Nervousness swelled inside me. Was he going to blame me for breaking the door, since I was the last to touch it?

"Congratulations. We have decided you are to be the part of Christine Daaé."

What could have caused this sudden change of heart? Find out in the next chapter of Reincarnations!

Authoress Note: I've had this idea for a while actually. Unlike my other story, Phangirl or Lover? I know exactly where I'm going with this. I don't know exactly how I'm going to get there, but it shouldn't be too hard to do.

Erik: Does anyone else find it strange that the protagonist has the same first name as the one in her other phanfic?

Me: No! This is Christina. The other one is Kristina. There's a difference.

Erik: If you say so.

Me: But I swear I have reasons for both! I'll get to them eventually (Though with this story it should be obvious thanks to the title)

Erik: And if it wasn't, then the authoress here just spoiled it for you.

Me:…. REVIEW!