A quick note: I wrote this story a few years ago, and I'm just now finishing it up. I was also talked into posting it, so I know that Bob Barker is no longer on TV. And that there are a few things that do no fit exactly. I also had to give Mme Giry a name as Erik would know her first name, they've known one another long enough.

Other than that, I do not own these characters. They've just been borrowed for humorous purposes. Thanks.

7am

Erik woke up, stretching and yawning as he got out of bed. He headed into the bathroom for a shower, while scratching his butt. As he looked in the mirror he could see the effects of the previous night. Stalking the gala kept him up late, but it was worth it for what he learned, even though now the late hour he got to bed was showing.

Hoping that a good, hot shower would revive him and make him feel better, he turned the water on full blast. He stripped down, while humming "R-E-S-P-E-C-T" quietly to himself. After he stepped into the shower, he realized that he had used the last of the bar of soap the previous day, and reached for a fresh bar of Zest under the sink and sang "I'm Zestfully clean!" as he unwrapped it.

After he finished washing up, he toweled off while singing "I Would Do Anything" and silently cursed Meatloaf for writing that song he couldn't seem to get out of his head. After a quick shave, Erik tied his bathrobe tightly at his waist and headed into the kitchen for breakfast. He poured himself a bowl of Cocoa Puffs and a cup of coffee and turned on Guiding Light. He opened up the morning newspaper to begin catching up on the Paris news. He spent the next hour drinking coffee and pursuing the paper, while half listening to the television program.

830am

At this time, the ballet dancers and, most notably (to him anyway), Christine should be getting up. Erik decided it was about time to get dressed and really begin his day.

As he entered his room, he looked at his unmade swan bed and thought to himself "When was the last time I washed the sheets?" and decided to strip the sheets off the bed. He carried them into the laundry room and dropped them into the washing machine and added some fresh scent Tide and filled the Downey ball and dropped it in.

He headed back to his room and entered his large walk-in closet. He decided on wearing a black ruffled shirt and some black form fitting pants. He headed back into the bathroom and brushed his teeth and rinsed with Listerine white. He had decided that a Phantom should have a white smile and headed back into his room to put on his white half mask. As he looked into the mirror, he pointed as his reflection and said "You da man!"

Just as the washing machine stopped, he headed back into the laundry room and put his sheets into the dryer before he headed off to a secret passage.

9am

Erik carefully made his was up to Christine's room and listened at the door. "Awake and watching The Price Is Right. Never would have pinned her for a Bob Barker fan." he thought. He silently slipped over to the two way mirror to get a look at his angel. There she sat, in pajama pants and a tank top, stuffing her face with cereal. Erik giggled, thinking about how young, yet how beautiful, she looked at that moment. Suddenly, Christine looked over at the mirror and Erik quickly hid, and silently berated himself for his lack of caution. After waiting a moment for her suspicion to pass, he stepped back in front of the mirror, just as there was a knock at her door.

Christine put down her cereal box, and got up to answer the door. Meg stood on the other side. "Christine, I ran out of conditioner, can I borrow yours?"

"Sure." she replied. Christine sensed something else, "Anything else you want?"

"Now that you mention it..."

"What, Meg?"

"You know that man who attended the gala? The friend of Raoul's?"

"Ugh, girl talk." Erik wondered if girl's talk about anything else, but still listened for a moment longer.

"Yeah, what about him?" Christine said.

"Well, I thought he was really cute. I was wondering if you could get Raoul to introduce us... maybe set something up? Christine, you know Raoul would do it if you asked."

"She wants Christine to get Raoul to get her a man? Why must Christine be forced to interact with that man? I must do something about this!" Erik said to himself. Maybe he could order a book about effectively courting a young woman off Amazon. He'll have to look later.

Meg went on and on about the friend of that distasteful Raoul. Erik had had enough of the girl talk and went on to other business.

10am

Erik decided to see what André and Firmin were up to. Not at all surprised, he found that the managers have not shown up for work yet. Erik decided to run some maintenance on his booby traps while he waited for the managers to show up.

After getting his tool belt, he set off through the passages to fix up his traps. He came upon the water pit first and oiled the gears for the grate above it. A quick test lowering the grate let him know that it was in proper working order, and quickly moved on.

He next went on to the room of mirrors and began to polish all the glass to a streak-free shine. Standing back to admire this prefect look of the mirrors, he was proud of the work he had accomplished, and went on to other activities.

11am

Erik put away his tool belt, happy with what he accomplished in such a short time. Looking toward his organ, he saw the sheet music to the song he had been working on. It was probably time to finish that song, so he grabbed a pen and an open can of Pringles and went to his organ bench and sat down. He began playing simple melodies, hoping to come up with something that fit with the song as it was started. Becoming entranced by the music, he suddenly realized that the rest of the hour had passed and he had finished the music for the song.