A/N: Alright, I'm pretty angry right now, so I figured this would be a good time to write Erik in. This is probably a good time to put in that I own nothing. I don't even own the characters, since they're based off real life people. I did change their names though. Does that make them mine? I shall have to ponder that. *Sits in the same position as The Thinker*
I was falling. This was a common effect with the reassembling, but it was still disconcerting. I could hear the beeping of the machine that was putting my atoms back together, and heard the sudden increase that meant we were there.
I wasn't kidding about the falling thing. We actually did fall from about five feet in the air. I heard Raven swearing in French somewhere off to my right. I heard next the piercing scream that meant Delilah was here. Amy didn't so much as fall, as gracefully land on her toes. I snorted. Show off.
I surveyed my surroundings, trying to pinpoint where we were. I knew we would appear somewhere in the opera house, but I didn't know exactly where. We could be in Erik's lair for all I knew. I could just imagine it. Hi Mr. Opera Ghost! We're time travelers from 2011, and we came back to see your love story happen. Yeah right.
Back to where we were. I was relieved to find that we weren't in Erik's lair. Where we were was only a little less frightening. We were on stage. Thankfully it was the middle of the night, so the theater was empty. The full time ballet people and the Prima Donna were still here.
I looked at my companions and was glad to see that none of them were missing anything important. Despite my over-scrutinized math, I still wasn't completely sure that everything was right. Comforting thought, huh?
Raven was looking around in wonder, Delilah was, again, touching things she shouldn't, Amy was still dumbfounded by the wonderful architecture. Me? I had seen this before. I know, I know, it was a little selfish, but I had come to watch one of the performances earlier in the week.
" OMOG, WE MADE IT!" This outburst wasn't from Delilah, as I would have expected. It was from Amy. Kinda weird since she was usually collected. OK, I take that back. When she was around people that weren't us, she was calm and collected.
I walked to center stage.
" Guys, check this out!" I said, catching all of their attention.
"Think of me,
Think of me fondly,"
I continued to sing the song. I was excited about the last note. I knew that Erik had designed this place to be acoustic, so it was more than likely that my voice would resonate for a long time.
" But please promise me,
That sometimes,
You will think…
O-o-o-o,
O-AAAAAAHHHHHH-o-o-of,
Me."
As predicted, my voice carried, echoing about a billion times off the walls. I smirked at the others, who were amazed I could hit that note. All except Raven, who had heard me hit it a billion times before.
This triggered a chain reaction of on-stage singing. Delilah and I did Meg and Christine's duet, Me as Christine, Her as Meg. Amy sang Wishing you were Somehow Here Again, and Raven sang something in French, which I recognized as Faust.
" That's not Phantom of the Opera!" Delilah protested. Raven looked at her like she was crazy.
" What version have you been watching?" She asked. It was true. Every version except the Gerard Butler version had Faust in it.
Amy collapsed into a fit of giggles, as the enormity of the situation hit her. We had time traveled. I had to agree with her. This was AWESOMENESS!
Then we heard something. A small figure walked through the door. It had long blond hair.
" Christine!" I hissed to the others. We scattered to either side of the stage and hid in the curtains.
Christine walked to the stage and climbed up. She went to center stage and started to sing. I didn't know the song. It sounded Swedish, which wouldn't surprise me. Then I realized that she was singing with her eyes closed.
I looked at the door on instinct, just in time to see it open, and to see Meg slip in. She sat watching Christine for a while, and then started talking.
" Christine, Where have you been? You know that my mother will kill us for breaking curfew!" I caught Delilah's eye across the stage, and grinned evilly. Then Delilah broke into song.
" Christine, Christine"
From behind me Raven put in Phantoms line.
"Christine"
Delilah kept going with the song. When it came to Christine's part, I filled in, since she obviously didn't know the song. She and Meg were looking wildly around, trying to find the source of the random singing.
We all walked on stage, still singing. At this point Christine looked like she was about to faint, and Meg looked slightly murderous at being mocked. Well that was a bit out of character.
We finished off the rendition of the song with a unanimous yell of "CREEPER SHOT!"
We all burst out laughing. Despite the many times we had done that, it was still funny. We only pulled ourselves together when they started talking about calling Madame Giry. Now that, was scary.
All the sudden Amy screamed. It wasn't a scared scream. No, this was more like a fan girl squee. I immediately looked up to the rafters, because I knew that the only thing that would make Amy scream like that was Erik.
Sure enough, up in the rafters there was a swish of black. The next thing I knew, there was something limp and oiled around my neck.