Thank you Aemara(sorry if I misspelled your name). You are my frist review and YOU ROCK! I promise to have your name right in the next chapter! Please keep R&R: )odious means mean and wicked, ect..

A NOTE FROM THE ODIOUS GUY

Dawn walked behind the back curtain and made her way towards the rooms next to the prop shop.

"Mme. Giry?" she called looking in the rooms. There was almost no light and she was having trouble seeing. She walked into several small rooms calling for Mme. Giry. She walked into the costum shop and heard a noise.

" Mme. Giry?-" she called into the darkness. The noise abruptly stopped." You wanted me to help you clean. Where are you? I can't really see." she walked deeper into the room and looked around. There was a small pile of colthing on the floor. She looked into the cornor and was able to make out an outline of a figure. She wasn't sure if it was a mannikin or not so she walked towards it slowly.

A rat ran right in front of her catching her off guard. She gasp out loud in shock.

Dawn heaved a sign of relief when she realized what it was...'DAMN RATS!'

"Dawn?" came Mme. Giry's muffled voice from outside.

"COMEING MADAME!" Dawn ran out of the room almost crashing into the elder woman.

"Stop wasteing time! We have work to do!" Mme. Giry snaped. Dawn hated when Mme. Giry gave her a scowl. It reminded Dawn of a past she wanted to forget.

"sorry, madame."

"Come along. This is the wrong room. The one I meant was one story up and two rooms over. Oh, and your father wants you to know that your British society friend – Madame Lily Butler – has requested your company for lunch tomorrow and then you must go to Gaston. Quickly, child, we must hurry!"

"Yes, madame." Dawn and Madame Giry spent the next two-and-a-half hours cleaning the back rooms and prop shop. Mme. Giry complained about Dawns' slowness when working, even though she knew the girl was makeing the room the most spotless it had ever been. A back ach and many soar fingers later Dawn made her way to Gaston in the music room.

"Bonjour, Melle. de Barbarack"

"Bonjour"

"I only want you to tune the violins and then you may go rest. They are all int that room over there. If you need me I will be with Monsieur Moncharmin. He is telling tales of our Opera ghosts. He has even written memoris on it! This will be interesting to here about the Angel from Hell!"

"Oh, please. Listening to the ballerinas talk about his Opera ghost is one thing but I didn't think ALL of you are obssesed."

"Are you saying you don't belive in ghosts?"

"No, I do belive in ghosts just not your opera ghost. From all accounts I'd say he was a normal man."

"What normal man disappears and reappears out of thin air? What normal man has a face that looks like the devil himself? This is not a man, but a demon frm hell."

"If you say so. I'll get to work" Dawn walked passed a shocked Gaston into the room and saw 15 violin cases in to corner. She set to work tuning. Her fingers were still soar so it took her double the normal time. She had only two violins left to tune when she heard a menacing laugh

"So you don't believe in the O.G?"

"Who's there?" Dawned called out. No one answered but a letter fell from the ceiling. Dawned picked up the letter and looked at the wax seal. It was a red skull.

"I wonder who wrote ths" Dawn sarcastically, for she had heard about his letters from Meg Giry, she opened the letter and read:

Dear Melle. De Barbarack,

I welcome you to my opera house. The help you have given has pleased me, however your lack of belief in me has amused me. You have been the first in a long time to think me a myth. I advise you to continue with your work. As long as you do, you need not worry about my...displeasure.

your obdienet servant, O.G.

Dawn stared at the letter for a while indisbelief. How dare he! He was only a man, and a coward at that. She would show him. She quickly tuned the last two violins and stormed off to her room in search of parchment and a quill and began to feverishly write.

Dear Monsieur ODIOUS Ghost,

I am thankful for your kind welcome to "your" opera house. I look forward to doing my part in helping around the theater. I know that you are not a ghost, but a cowardly man. How DARE you threaten me with facing your "displeasure". Allow me to do my work and DON'T EVER try to scare me! If you try I WILL kick your arse!

your obdient servant, Dawn

She smirked at her finished product. She left the letter in the music room hopeing he would find it while she went to sleep.