Hey everyone! This is one of my first fics! This is, obviously, the second chapter. I wasn't going to wait for reviews. I got tired of waiting and decided to write chapter two! I hope you like it!

Passage Ways Inside My Mind

Chapter Two

That morning at breakfast, Cicely poked at her food as though it were a specimen of some sort. Normally she would be eating delightfully and chatting with the group, but today didn't feel normal.

'The group' consisted of her, her roommate Delia, Edward, and Carmen. They were as tight as possible. Delia was in the orchestra playing cello. She had long golden hair and sky blue eyes. Edward worked backstage. He had wind-blown chestnut hair and chocolate brown eyes. Carmen had short black hair and violet eyes. She was in the ballet, but longed to sing. Cicely was in the orchestra as well, playing viola. As much as she loved the viola, she too longed to sing. But she did not have time to practice singing. Plus she was also afraid of what other singers, not to mention everyone who heard her, would think.

Cicely was so absorbed in thinking about last night's dream that she didn't hear the bell ring, signaling rehearsal.

At the theatre, there were also classes, seeing as a lot of the cast were teens and still in high school. But today was Saturday, rehearsal day.

Delia nudged Cicely and they made their way to their room to fetch their instruments. The way there, which seemed longer to Cicely than usual, was silent. Except for the sound of feet hustling up the stairs.

"Are you sure you're all right?" Delia asked, stopping her in the hallway in front of their door.

"Why, do I seem otherwise?" Cicely answered in a sort of daze, tilting her head.

"Why! Because: You woke up in a cold sweat, you didn't talk at breakfast, and you didn't eat! Not to mention you're speaking like your some broad from 1870!" Delia exclaimed, letting her feelings flow freely.

"Oh?" Cicely said simply.

"Yes! You're just proving my point!" Delia was now exhausted from being so frustrated.

Cicely shook her head as if to shake away the nonsense. "Look, let's get our instruments and get to class before Monsieur Bock gets angry, okay?"

Delia sighed and nodded but resolved to bring up the matter again very soon.

Small chatter and tuning was all to be heard in the orchestra pit. Delia kept to herself and her cello, leaving Cicely to her viola and its stubborn tuning. The conductor, Monsieur Bock, raised his baton signaling silence. The whole rehearsal Cicely was staring off into a different world. She just couldn't stop thinking about the dream.

She kept thinking to herself to stop. Monsieur Bock had to stop the orchestra and rehearsal several times to tell her to pay attention.

"Mademoiselle, do you mind looking at the music and not into space? We're trying to rehearse!"

"Sorry Monsieur…"

Cicely thought to herself: I need to stop thinking about this dream! It's consuming my thoughts! Oh! B flat! B FLAT! Monsieur Bock is going to kill me. Tonight is definitely going to be an 'ice cream and Friends marathon' night. Delia will understand. I hope. She hid her "Friends" DVD again. Why can't I stop thinking about that man in the dream? I mean, I can't blame myself, can I? He had the most beautiful voice. And he was so…oh! There are no words to describe such beauty! And that mask….I wonder what was up with the mask-

Just as these thoughts passed through her mind there was an ear shattering scream from the stage. The whole orchestra ran up to the stage to see what the commotion was about. Cicely and Delia couldn't see anything that could cause such a scream, but the Prima Donna (Charlotte) was in tears. Monsieur Bock ran up to her to comfort the young lady and to see what was wrong. Charlotte was Cicely's age yet she had done so much more in her career. Cicely was secretly jealous. Charlotte and her beautiful soprano voice (well, when she didn't over do it) and her bouncy red curls and her bright emerald eyes. Cicely knew the angry young women behind the beauty, but no one would believe her if she told of such incidents. Charlotte calmed down enough to tell Monsieur Bock what was the matter. Her Spanish accent almost getting in the way.

"Sir, I saw…oh! The most awful thing! In the shadows!" she exclaimed.

"Calm yourself, Mademoiselle! Please, what did you see?" Monsieur Bock asked.

"I'm not sure, Monsieur! It looked like a man, but it moved like a ghost!"

At the word 'ghost' the ballet girls were in fits of screams and giggles. Charlotte glared at them, wanting the attention turned back to her.

"Mademoiselle, I'm sure it was just a worker backstage! Edward!"

Edward ran down from the large structure above with all the lights. He looked flustered and confused. "Yes sir?"

"Tell me that one of your men was working behind the curtain, just over there…" the conductor pointed over to the left hand corner of the stage.

To the horror of the ballet girls and Charlotte, Edward shook his head. "All my men were working on lights. If someone was down there, I didn't send them."

"Look after the backstage crew just a little better, would you Edward? We don't want our Prima Donna to be scared half to death a week before opening night! Now do we?"

"No sir. I'll make sure there are no more disturbances, sir." Edward answered, a little more uptight than Cicely remembered. It made her and Delia laugh.

"All right, let's get back to work!"

With that, Charlotte regained her composure and the orchestra sat down again. Half way through the song, there was another ear shattering scream. Monsieur Bock stopped the orchestra, this time he was more annoyed than worried.

"Edward!" Monsieur Bock bellowed, his face turning a bright red.

Edward ran down from his post once more. "Yes sir?"

"What happened?"

"I don't know sir. I swear all my men were with me!"

Monsieur Bock bit the inside of his cheek and sighed. "All right Edward. One more time, I don't want my rehearsal to be disturbed again, understand?"

Edward nodded and went back to his post.

Once again the orchestra sat down and Charlotte started singing. And like the last two times, there was another scream.

"Mademoiselle! What is the meaning of this?" Monsieur Bock said breaking his baton in half.

"I'm sorry, but the shadow is still there. It's very threatening and I cannot sing while it's in our midst!"

Charlotte runs off to the horror and dismay of the rest of the cast. Monsieur Bock through down the score and walked out of the room, mumbling angrily to himself.

"I guess rehearsal is over…" Delia said ironically.

"I guess…" Cicely echoed rather bluntly.

"So, what do you want to do?" Delia asked

Cicely sighed and turned to her friend to answer honestly, "I kind of just want to rest. Go, have fun with Eddy and Carmen. I'll be fine. I just need some sleep after that dream."

Delia smiled, "Okay, we're probably going to go out for lunch. Want me to bring you back anything?"

Cicely smiled back, "I'm in a pasta mood, anything with noodles."

Delia zipped up her cello case, "No problem. See you later!"

Cicely watched her friend skip off with Eddy and Carmen and smiled. Her friends were so understanding. She was about to leave when she couldn't help but glance back at where Charlotte had pointed. What had she seen? Why had it bothered her so much?

Cicely walked up to the stage and set her case down. She walked over to the spot where the shadow, apparently, had been. She closed her fingers around the curtain and right when she was about to move, a hand from behind grabbed hers. The shock made her faint and the last thing she remembered was being caught by strong familiar arms.