Let me tell you the story of a teenage girl with too many stories going on who misses her friends in the House of Anubis fandom and keeps her promises.

Okay, there you go, that's your story.

I'M BACK! Ha ha I finished my word count for NANOWRIMO and now I'm keeping my promise. This new story is different from my others, but I hope you enjoy it. The idea is based off of ViolinRocker12's (amazing) story Minuit à Paris You should really go and check it (and her other works) out. She's awesome, really, and so are you.

So, let us begin.

Chapter 1

House of Broadway

You don't want to live in New York City.

Really, it's a horrible place to live it's dirty, and disgusting and all around annoying. You can't walk two feet without someone bumping into you, and since most people are carrying coffee when they knock into you… well it's just plain horrible. The only reason you'd live there is if you're A-insane, or b-working a job that can only happen there. Unfortunately, I was the second type. If you want to be Broadway Actress, well you've got to live on Broadway.

I'd been in NYC for five years when I finally got the role of a lifetime-Christine. Yes, the Christine, as in the freaking phantom of the opera Christine. Every soprano in the world dreams of playing her, but few get to. How I got to I don't even know. I mean I'd gotten great reviews as Galinda and such, but Christine is a step up from even that.

Yet I'd gotten the call, I'd gotten the role, I was Christine, and I had a month until my first show. I wonder who's playing Raul though, now that the old actor got fired for getting the old Christine pregnant.

Too bad for them, yippee for me.

"Miss Martin," the director, Christopher Nevills, called when I walked into the theater. "I'm thrilled to have you joining the show."

"I'm thrilled to be here," I agreed looking around the largest and most ornate theater I'd ever seen. "It truly is a dream come true."

"I'm glad you feel that way," he smiled. "You can head right back for the read through." I nodded, but as he dashed away, I took my time looking around. The theater was old, but it was so well kept tonight could have been its opening night. The place reminded me of Anubis house, so much so that I was playing with my old locket for a minute before even realizing it.

"That's a beautiful piece," a voice called and I found myself face to face with none other than Dechante Dior. "Where did you get it?"

Out of habit, I stuffed it down my shirt before looking up my cheeks red. "A friend of mine gave it to me, a long time ago." A lifetime ago it seemed. "I'm Nina by the way Nina…"

"Martin," he interrupted flashing his uber-white smile. (No, really, that's what the writer of his sexist man of the year article call it.) "I know who you are. My daughter loved you as Glinda."

"I didn't know you were married." How didn't I know he was married? Why didn't the tabloids know he was married?

"I'm not," he admitted with a chuckle. "Her mother was my high school girlfriend, but we've been separate for a long time." Oh. That made much more sense. and I blushed feeling stupid for not having thought of it before. "I'm glad you're joining our show."

Oh. My. Gods. How did I forget that he'd joined the cast as the Phantom a few months ago? How did I forget that I'd get to do duets with Dechante Dior? "I'm really glad to be here," I repeated again before realizing that I sounded like a giddy fangirl. Keep it together Nina, you're a 24 year old professional, not a kid in her first play. "It's an honor to work with you."

"I'm sure it will be a pleasure," he promised kissing my hand before heading back. I felt myself on the verge of a fangirl attack, but I kept myself calm. This was my biggest role ever, probably the biggest role I could ever get-I wasn't about to make a fool of myself first day.

"Now I'm sure you all know today we're joined by our new Christine and Raul," Mr. Nevills praised as the cast gathered around. "We're honored to be joined by Miss Nina Martin and Mr. Fabian Rutter."

Everyone else was clapping, but I only heard my pounding heart. Surly I was delusional? Surely he hadn't just said… Fabian. I mean he wasn't an actor, was he? I'd never really heard him sing, but I remembered the play I'd written all those years ago about Sarah… Fabian hadn't been any good at it then but now…

Now, there he was, staring at me from across the room. "You'll always be my Chosen One." I hadn't thought about those words in years. I'd moved on, been with many other people, even slept with a few, so why was it that the sight of him, my first love, had me unraveling?

Maybe it was because he hadn't changed at all, and as I looked at him I was back in dirty tunnels. Or maybe it was the way his lips folded, those lips that were my first. Or maybe it was just the way he looked at me, like he was breathless too.

"Are you alright?" Dechante whispered in my ear breaking me from my stupor. "You're not sick are you?"

I shook my head looking away from Fabian. "I'm fine," I whispered forcing I smile. "Just happy."

And there it was. For the first time in six years I'd seen Fabian, and I was already falling back into my lies.