A/N: I do not own any phantom's only my story r+r so I know you somewhat like my story

Christine Day sat at her chair at 8:30am in the morning, brushing her long strawberry-blonde hair. She had the dream again, the dream of a man with no face that took her to other worlds and made her feel whole. Sometimes they would be night terrors and sometimes they would be beautiful. Today she couldn't dwell on her dreams because this was her first day as a senior year head cheerleader and she was determined to look perfect. Two weeks ago she finally beat Charlotte in anything. She was going to show her team that they made the right decision and that she was the perfect girl for the job. Looking at herself in the mirror she sighed and checked out her face. No pimples was a plus for her because of the perfect demeanor she had to show off to the crowd, her eyebrows were darker than her hair slightly because she filled them in with brow gel, and her hazel eyes look particularly greener today

"Christine! Meg is down here waiting for you! Time for school!" Her god-mother shouted so loud you wouldn't think she was a 60 year old woman, but a UFC announcer.

"Coming Mama," Christine yelled back while getting up from her seat and grabbing her satchel.

Christine parents had died in a tragic plane accident over 10 years ago coming back from a tour in Europe. Her father was a lead Violinist of a classical rock band and her mother was co-manager. Gustave and Deliah Day were very famous in the 90's with their new musical "new-wave" vibes in Europe, especially in the Netherlands. Christine was told that something malfunctioned with the engine of the plane, and it went down, taking her parents with it. Since they were going on many tours across the world, Christine's Mother's best friend, Bella, was chosen to be Christine's legal guardian if anything was to happen while they were on tour. For years Christine mourned the loss of her parents, she still does. Unfortunately no one will see because she had to learn how to keep her head. She was tired of people feeling sorry for her, and that was why in sophomore year she joined the cheer-leading squad with her now best friend Meg Grey.

Christine ran down the street to meet her platinum-blonde best friend.

"Girl, giiiiirl. You look like a true Head Cheerleader!" Meg gave Christine a big hug.

"Off you go girls! You're going to miss Homeroom!" Bella gave the two girls hugs and off they went walking up the block to meet their secret romances.

Christine was not allowed to date until she turned 18, but since she would turn in a few months she decided to start early. Roman was the Quarterback of their school's football team. He was 6'2 with broad shoulders and a dimpled smile. His caramel- colored hair was always drawn back into a "man-bun" as the girls like to call it. Yes, it did make him look like a bit of a douche bag, but Christine knew that inside he was the sweetest boy on earth. Meg's romance was a boy named Michael. He wasn't as tall as Roman, but he had these emerald- green eyes that Meg wanted to stare into for days. They have been dating longer than Christine and Roman since Meg's mother was a bit more lenient with her.

"My oh my," Roman started as he greeting his girl, "don't you look beautiful." He took Christine's satchel from her. "Let me hold this for you, babe. You need to relax before your first practice today."

Christine blushed. "Roman, you don't need to. I got it."

"Nope," he leaned down to give her a peck on the lips, "I said, I got it."

Christine rolled her eyes and admitted defeat.

"Well hey there, new cornerback," Meg said as she gave a kiss to Michael. Michael became the new cornerback for the new year and he and Roman were now the ultimate pairing. They did so well during the summer that the coach said they would not never play a game together.

The four of them walked hand and hand to school, not noticing the shadow that shifted a block away.

She was real. I couldn't believe that it was happening again. I was told the last one would really be the last. I don't know how many times I can lose her. I win her, and then I lose her. It's all the same. Every time I lost her, I would be in a new decade 75 years later. I believe the year is now 2015. I believe this is the most I had to adjust to in a lifetime. In 75 years everything had become different. The televisions now use telephones to control them, there are cars that do not even need keys, and there are the girls' outfits. Christine had always been the modest one, but today I saw her in a different light. She had a very short skirt on and a top that barely covered her midriff. I remember before, she never dressed like this. Her hair was also different, blond and wavy instead of the brunette I was so used to seeing. I am sure that this is her, I wouldn't wake up where she was if that wasn't her. Who is that boy with her, is that now a better version of Raoul? That peasant is worse than the last one! Oh how much I missed that last one, how much I missed that he killed Christine right when…right when. Oh, never mind. This time it will be different. This time I will win her and not lose her. I will have her remember, but I will use a different tactic. I seemed insane the last two times I tried to convince her of who she really was. My Angel. My Angel of Music.

The day was long and Christine could not wait to get out of class and get to 6th period. No one new, but 6th period was her favorite class. Music. Growing up in a household filled with music, Christine always wanted to become a singer and tour with her parents. Her voice was trained for the new-wave sound, so it was a bit softer and higher than what she would now like to sing; which was Opera. Christine never really enjoyed mainstream or well-known Opera's like Carmen, or Madame Butterfly. She liked more obscure Opera's like Death in Venice or Rusalka. She was never the "Top 40" type girl either. If she could, Christine would listen to movie or game scores all day. Something about beautiful and "epic" music really calmed her nerves. It almost set her into another lifetime or another world, especially in her dreams.

"Christine?" Meg woke her up from her day-dream. "5th period is over, time for Music Class."

Meg was the only one who knew of Christine's love for music and loved that about her.

Christine smiled, "I'm so excited, I heard the new Music teacher came all the way from Paris to teach us."

"Hm, iffy." Meg huffed.

"What?"

"I wonder why he came here from Paris, there must be something wrong with him if no Universities or Prestigious high schools wanted him." Meg shook her head.

"Well if there is something wrong with him, that makes him more interesting. I like a guy with a good back story." Christine smiled as Meg widened her eyes. "Christine!"

Christine laughed, "I'm kidding! Geez, take a joke." Meg knew that she wasn't. Even though Christine was with the Quarterback who was a gorgeous man to look at, Christine always had a thing fort the weird and mysterious types. Meg found it disgusting, but that was her friend and she wouldn't really judge her.

They were met by Roman; Michael was running late to his Latin class across the campus so he couldn't be there.

"Well hello girls, may I walk you two to class?" He offered both arms to Meg and Christine.

Christine laughed, "Of course you may, Meg go ahead and take his other arm. Let the prince of the school escort us to our next class."

"Prince of the School, ey? I like that." Roman said before the girls slid their hands under his muscular arms.

"Think what you want, pretty boy," Meg retaliated.

"I'll take pretty boy too," Roman laughed. Christine loved his laugh.

The three stopped in front of the Music room door. "Thanks babe," Christine said. " I think we can take it from here."

"Now, what kind of a boyfriend would I be if I wouldn't walk you to your seat?"

Christine sighed, "Alright, my prince, walk me to my seat."

Christine pulled the heavy door open as she laughed along with her comrads. Once the door was fully opened, she looked straight ahead at a pair of deep blue eyes. She gasped and dropped her books to the floor. She didn't move.

"Christine? What's wrong?" Roman exclaimed.

There, standing before her, was the man without a face.