I know I said the girl reads the book, but it's really based on the movie. Sorry if I confused anyone. Have a good read!

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"Time for bed," my mom callled. I sighed, put down my book, turned off my Billy Talent CD, and snuggled under my bed covers.

I had just finished reading 'The Phantom of the Opera' and I was not at all pleased that Christine had chosen Raoul over Erik.

"What does she see in him anyway?" I asked myself. "He's such a baby... even a bit girlyish." I sat up, and closed my eyes. "Why did Chrsitine fly from Erik's arms?" I sighed and lay my head back down on my pillow... wait a second... my pillow wasn't there. Instead, my head was lain on cold marble.

I opened my eyes. I wasn't in my own room anymore. I was lying in a grand entrance. There was a large staircase at my right, beautifully sculpted statues stood towering over me, and I saw a poster. It said 'Hannibal: Le 14, Decembre, a neuf heur'. I suddenyl knew where I was. I was in the Paris Opera House.

What was I doing here? A minute ago, I was in my own bed, in my own room, in my own country...

Wait a second, I thought. I know why I'm here! Not really how I came here, but why I'm here. This was my chance to make things work out between Christine and Erik.

I couldn't wait to help them, but one problem stood in my way... where was Erik? I knew I couldn't just ask him to come and show himself to me. He was just difficult like that. So, I decided to sing.

"A devil ina midnight mass

He preyed behind stained glass

A memory of Sunday class

Resurected from the past!..."

I thought Erik wasn't there at first, but then I heard an angelic voice sing:

"Wandering child, what do you sing of?

Sing of the devil?

And a church mass?"

I sighed. I hated it when people called me a child. But, I sang on.

"Hold your breath and count to four

Pinky swears don't work no more

Footsteps down the hallway floor, getting closer to my door,

I was alive, but now I'm singing-"

Suddenly, Erik interupted me, with a slightly angered voice singing:

"Do not sing of such things girl!"

I probably offened him slightly, by the line "I was alive" since I knew Erik didn't consider himself a living being. And yet, I still pushed my luck.

"Silent Night, for the rest of my life,

Violent knight, at the edge of your knife-"

That time, Erik had had enough of me. I saw him suddenly rush down the stairs at me. Yep, it was definatley Erik. He had black hair, greyish-blueish eyes, and of course, his white mask siting neatly on his face. I was happy to see him, but I saw him holding his famous Punjab lasso, so I quickly apologized.

"I'm so sorry Erik," I babbled. "But I need to talk to you-"

Erik sighed and turned away. He started up the stairs, but I ran after him.

"Wait!" I cried. "Your The Phantom of the Opera! You teach a young soprano called Christine, and you love her with all your-"

Erik turned back to me. "How do you know all of this?" he asked.

Oh boy. This was going to be tough. "Well... see... I'm from the future, Erik. The year 2006 to be precise. In a couple of decades, your story will become famous, and-"

"What story?" Erik asked.

"The story of you and Christine," I said.

"How do I know your really from the future?" Erik pressed on. "How do I know your not lying?"

"Erik, have you seen what I'm wearing?" I asked, gesturing to my pink pjama pants with horses on them, and my casual T-shirt with a brown horse on it. "And look," I showed him my digital watch. He seemed very interested in it, and it was enough to make hi believe I was from the future.

"Look," I said, "I have to tell you that-"

"Shh! Someone's coming!" Erik said. He pulled me into the shadows. I watched as M.Andre and M.Firmin walked to the front doors.

"Remember," Andre called to his companion. "The dress rehersal's at six tomorrow."

"Urgh. Idiots." Erik muttered.

"You hate them?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I hate everyone."

"Even me?"

"Yes."

"Even Chrisitne?"

"Don't be smart."

"You're not my father." Erik glared at me. "If you had even the chance of glancing at your father, girl, be thankful," he snapped.

After the managers left, Erik and I emerged from the shadows. He stopped me, and looked at me with pure sincerety in his eyes. "Will Christine ever love me?" he asked.

Now, it was very late, and when it's late I'm tired, and when I'm tired, I cry easily. The fact that Chrsiitne would never love Erik sent me into tears immediately.

I shook my head and started to sob. "Unless I change things, she'll practically hate you!"

Erik stared at my falling tears. "Pull yourself together, girl!" he said. "You said you know the story. Fix it."

"I'll try," I sniffed.

"Good," Erik said. "Listen, you find a free dormitory now, I'll come get you at six tomorrow."

"Okay, goodbye for now, Erik."

Erik nodded a goodbye, and with a swish of his cloak, he was gone.