Based off of true events until the Phantom shows up xD everything after that is a mindless fantasy… :D if only, if only- OMG wanna hear something funny? I was listening to Ramin sing LND songs (GASP SO BEAUTIFUL) and skyping a friend and I'm like "Dude, I would totes make out with Ramin." And she's like "Well, I'd like to eat ramen." And I DIED. Heehee sexual innuendoes… and outuendoes ;D but then again, she had some truth.. I'm sure a lot of us would like to eat Ramin ;) oh god I'm gross. BAD me. Okay. Fanfic. Story. Writing. Now. THERE IS NO NOW! That just played in the song I'm listening to. Freakin' epic timing. LND. I need to pee. I just rhymed. I'm out of time. Bye.

"Shh- Addie, be quiet!" Sage whispered behind me. I turned back and smiled at her, her eyes full with wonder and fear. She placed a tentative hand on my shoulder and I smiled again.

"Let's go," I murmured. We continued walking cautiously behind the stage. Old vintage carpets hid the bare wood floor on the narrow passageway. On the left was a doorway. Peeking into it, I gasped quietly when I saw the long dimly lit hallway. The light in there was a misty blue, with empty dressing rooms all along the far wall. The corridor was just as narrow as the one behind the theater. The ground was old creaky wood, and Sage stiffened as soon as I stepped into the hallway and a loud groan came from the floor.

"This is creepy- like an insane asylum passageway or something." Her hand tightened on my shoulder. I casually shrugged it off when I walked down the hall.

"Look- roof access!" I whispered happily. I turned to Sage, only to glimpse her figure turning away and leaving. I sighed.

Opening the door to the roof access quietly, I stopped breathing for a moment and took in the dark, ominous looking stairs that loomed before me. Could I make it back in time? What if I miss my queue? What if I'm not allowed to be here?

"Life is an adventure," I whispered. As I stepped forward, I could swear I heard a low chuckle under the sound of the creaking floorboards. Shaking my head, I continued walking up the first flight of steps.

"What am I expecting to see, the Phantom? More likely a homeless pedophile…" I whispered to myself, almost bitterly- because deep down I knew that I wanted Erik to be standing around the next corner.

But he wasn't. There was only dusty blackness and more steps. I sighed.

Out of nervous habit, I hummed softly- the first thing that came to mind, in fact, was Beautiful from Love Never Dies.

"I think it's beautiful… Almost too beautiful…" I took more steps. My voice seemed to wrap around me and intertwine with the dust particles which swirled at my presence. More steps. More steps. I started to hear other instruments play in the dark, other voices backing up my soft voice. Slowly the blackness lost its blue hues and went all dark, the world shut off, the power was flipped, strong arms caught me but I still crashed to the floor.

"Adalicia? Addie?" A French accent pronounced my name perfectly. And I recognized it too.

"Christine…?" I whispered, sitting up and rubbing my head. Blinking quickly, I gasped at what I saw.

I was laying on the Opera Populaire's stage. Christine Daaé was kneeling down at my left, and Meg Giry was at my feet. They both wore ballerina gowns of faded pink. I wore one also.

My long hair was carefully tied back in a bun. I could feel an aching pain in my ankle and head.

"Ouch!" I said after a couple seconds and the initial shock of being in France faded. For once, I was quite glad I knew French fluently. Other dancers gathered around me as I rubbed my head, and then my ankle.

"Oh Adalicia, are you alright?" Meg asked.

"I'm not sure, could you help me stand?" I said tentatively. Meg took my right arm and Christine my left, and I rose to my feet. I tried to take a step on my left ankle, but crumpled in pain. I cried out, but quickly bit my tongue. I hated showing weakness, especially through hurt.

"It's not that bad, trust me. I just have something in my ballet slipper. May I have a break?" I asked, trying to take in what was happening, the pain I was in, and what to do next.

"Of course, that was quite a fall, Mademoiselle." Madame Giry said from across the stage.

"I'll take you back to your room, Addie," Christine whispered. I gripped her shoulder tightly and she laced an arm around my waist. I pretended to feel no pain and limped slightly. Once we had managed to exit the stage, I turned to Christine and whispered quietly to her.

"I must admit- I can't remember where my room is. Or what we're dancing for. Frankly, I know my name, yours, Megs, and Madame Giry's, but no one else I know." Christine only smiled.

"Do not fret, little Adalicia, this is only your second day here. You've only met us three. And your room is connected to mine." She said, pointing down the hall with a smile.

"Oh, of course! Thank you so much," I said, hugging her lightly.

"Of course Addie. You know, once you feel better, you should sing for everyone. I have never heard someone with a voice like yours, and since it seems as though you won't be dancing for a while-" I cut her off briskly and walked away from her embrace.

"Dancing is my life. Singing is a hobby. I would if I was good enough, dear friend. Good evening," I fumbled through a curtsey and ran to my room. My head was spinning and I couldn't understand.

They wanted me to sing? I went back in time? Where was I? Had the Phantom come yet? And how did I fall? How did I come here?

Who is Adalicia, a ballet dancer and singer in France? And what happened to Addie, an aspiring actress in musical theatre from America?