(A/N Just a little one shot. Rated M for a reason... Enjoy!)

Christine's POV

The corps de ballet had just gotten out of rehearsal. Madame Giry, Meg's mother, made us stay to watch the older ballerinas practice. La Sorelli, the prima ballerina, had fallen into the orchestra pit during her solo dance. She wasn't severly injured, but she wouldn't be given permission to perform in the upcoming opera. A few stagehands carried her back to her room in the ballet dormitories. That's where Meg and I are heading now. Madame Giry gave us a bouquet of flowers to deliver to her to cheer her up and make her heal quicker.

We approached her door. The room seemed to be empty. Meg and I decided to wait a little longer after rehearsal so her room would clear out. I knocked lightly.

"Do you think she may be asleep?" I whispered to Meg. She shrugged.

"Come in." Came a muffled groan from the other side of the door.

"Guess not." Meg giggled. I smiled and opened the door slightly. Sorelli's right leg was elevated and wrapped in bandages. Her head shot up and stared at us in the threshold. She smiled.

"Little Meg! And... Sophia?" Sorelli knitted her brows together in confusion. It didn't really surprise me that she didn't know my name. I had only been at the opera for a little less than a year after my father had passed away.

"Christine." I corrected her with my head fixed on the ground. I looked up to get a glance at her face. A bright blush coated her cheeks.

"Sorry." She responded quickly. Meg placed the flowers on the end table and approached a rather large "Get Well" card on her dresser.

"Who's this from?" Meg asked as she opened the card.

"Jammes." Sorelli said letting her head fall roughly onto the pillow. Meg scanned the card quickly.

"What's... Intercourse?" Meg asked innocently. Sorelli burst into a belly laugh. Meg frowned.

"It sounds complicated." I interjected which caused Sorelli to start to sob into fits of laughter. She calmed down after a few awkward moments of her laughter ricocheting off the walls.

"Would you explain it to us?" I questioned her as I sat down at the edge of her bed. She sighed.

"It's not really something two eight year olds should hear." She said seriously. Meg sat down next to me on her bed.

"We won't tell!" Meg whined. Sorelli rolled her eyes.

"Well, where do I begin?"...

"That sounds painful!" I say in horror. She grinned.

"It's far from painful. The first time is a little uncomfortable."

"How would you know?" Meg questioned bravely. Sorelli winked.

"I've had my first time." Meg blushed deeply.

"You're mother's going to torture me for telling you this, Meg." Meg smiled.

"She'll never know."

Little did they know that just right on the other side of the door was Erik, the Opera Ghost, holding back an infuriated Madame Giry who was trying to strangle Sorelli. Erik could not let that happen because well... that was his job.

(A/N I know this is weird, but I really just wanted to get this out of my head for sometime now. Review!)