Disclaimer: I do not own Phantom of the Opera.

CHRISTINE'S BIRTHDAY

Erik pulled on his jacket, trying to hurry. Struggling to get his socks on, he managed to rip one.

Erik swore loudly. He ran to his room, rummaging through his drawer, and he realized that he had forgotten the box. Repeating the swear words, and adding a few others, he grabbed the box off his desk.

After all, Christine Daae's birthday was no small matter.

Luckily, she still thought that he was her Angel of Music.

Christine was waiting for him, her eyes shining brightly.

Erik threw his voice: "Christine. . . ."

"Angel!" She said, smiling.

"I brought you a gift, dear."

Christine's eyes brightened even more, if possible. "You did, Angel?"

"Behind you. . . ."

Christine turned and saw the small box. She dashed towards it and opened it. Her smile became slightly sad.

"Thank you, Angel," she whispered. "I needed this."

Inside the box was a framed picture of her father. There was also a beautiful bracelet. And a rose with a black ribbon tied around it.