(A/N I don't own Phantom of the Opera, and Flora Baumbach belongs to the Westing Game by Ellen Raskin. No one's slick as Gaston!(Leroux) No one's quick as Gaston!(Leroux) No one's next as incredibly thick as Gaston!(Leroux) :) I was bored R&R)

Erik's POV

My usual schedule for the day:

1.) Wake up

2.) Bathe

3.) Rehearsal

4.) Talk to the press

5.) Become stressed from talking to press

6.) Meg comforts me after becoming stress from talking to the press

7.) Dinner with Madame and Meg

8.) Meg and I discuss the wedding

9.) Compose

10.) Compose

11.) Compose

12.) Fall asleep hunched over my organ

13.) Repeat steps one through twelve for the rest of my life.

Today though this not happen. You see, on my daily schedule I only got to step three today. It was during rehearsal that Meg interrupted me. She told me that we had a full house to seat on opening night. Even Box Five had been sold. That surprised me, yes, but something else shocked me more than anything. The owners of the box that night were to be none other then Christine Daae and The Vicomte de Changy. Unfortunately, Box Five had not been sold since the opera house was renovated. I understand that completely. Do people respect me? Yes. Gotten to know me? Yes? Fear me? Most definately. Who could blame them really? I mean I made their lives hell for years.

Since my daily routine has been messed with I guess I'll do something different for today. I really should be casting people for the new production. Opening night is a week away and not everyone has a part. I walked out off of the stage and descended to the catacombs. I haven't been down to my lair home in months. The Giry's told me that it was unsanitary and that I should stay above ground like the normal human being I am. I rolled my eyes at the thought. I could never be normal...

I approached the mirror that was in Christine's old dressing room. The room now had pink wallpaper with a plain gold line at the top. The room had not gotten renovated. Although, they put bolted Christine's mirror shut. Of course this didn't stop me. This mirror can mechanically open. The levers were behind the portrait of Carlotta. The floor was covered in dust, and ash. It smelt of burning wood. The room itself was hardly damaged. The floor had several holes in them, but was very livable. I pulled off the portrait of the despised diva and flung it on the floor shattering it into pieces. I grinned deviously.

"Who's the toad now?" I asked evily staring at the pieces of debris on the floor. I looked back at the levers. They were now placed into the poluted atmosphere. Their were six different levers all with different colors. blue, green, yellow, red, black, and purple. To get past those bolts will be difficult. That I knew for a fact. The only way to open the mirror is to push the right levers the right way. The way would be yellow down, purple left, and red up then down. With the thought of the recognization of the levers I started to begin.

I pulled down yellow, pushed the purple to it's left side, and ascended then descended the red lever. With these procedure the bolt were slightly loosened enough to remove the wooden boards and to open the mirror completely. I pulled off the boards, and the bolts smacked off the floor making a loud pinging noise. What met my eyes were cobwebs and dust. I didn't understand this for I had only been gone for a few months. How did so much dust collect in so little time? I proceded down the rat-infested pathway to find more cobwebs and dust. The cobblestone felt as thought it was going to fall beneath my feet, and the torches were unlit which caused me to trip a time or two. I reached the gondola after a few minutes of nothing but dripping water. The gondola was utterly disgusting. It truly made me want to regurgitate. It was coated in mold, dust, cobwebs, ash, you name it. The oar was just as distasteful. I ignored their appearances for mine was just as horrific.

I rowed my way through the thick, murky, water. The water had a layer of slime on the top and resembled somewhat of a swamp. All that was really missing was the mud. Then again... My thoughts were interrupted by a crashing sound. I looked up. I was face-to-face with the gate that kept every creature, and every human being out of my underground home. Of course their were some people who had wondered down just a little too far beneath the opera house. I, of course, had to have something done about this little problem. Which is how my many traps came to be. I stopped thinking of the past and had to find a way into this God forsaken gate. I could probably fit through one of the openings. Hell, I was deathly skinny. Probably anorexic considering my skin dripped off my bones like a skeleton. I considered the thought for a moment. I shrugged. Why not give it a try? I found a hole and tried to enter slowly. I slipped through the hole quickly landing on the other side of the gate. I groaned. I grabbed my mask which had fallen off during the process and placed it on my face. I then looked around at my childhood home that I grew to know and love.

Meg's POV

"Ouch!" I blurted. "A little gentler Flora."

"Sorry, but you have to hold still." Flora Baumbach murmured. I groaned. There was blood now dripping out the right side of my stomach from a needle. How I hated yet loved getting fitted for my wedding gown. Flora was an exquisite dress maker, but every day she would prick me with something sharp that can break through atleast one layer of skin.

"Have you gotten the invitations out, Meg?" Flora asked.

"Most of them."

"Most of them? Who'd you leave out?" She questioned.

"You, a few relatives on my fathers side, and Christine Daae."

"Daae? The soprano?" She asked with a great deal of curiosity in her tone. I nodded.

"She was my best friend. She was orphaned at seven and was sent to train here at the ballet dormitories. My mother took the role of her mother and soon after became my sister." I smiled at the innocent memory.

"I saw that one opera. What was it called? With the Rome people or something?" My brow knitted together at her question. She really was one of the most clueless people I had ever met.

"Hannibal." I answered quickly.

"Yeah! That was it..."

I fingered the engagement ring on my finger and smiled. The ring was plain but very tasteful. It was a silver band with a crystal clear diamond atop it. My smile disappeared quickly though. I hadn't seen Erik since before rehearsal when I told him that Christine and The Vicomte de Changy were coming to his opera on opening night. Christine... He was probably thinking about her. I know how he feels about her but yet I can't help myself to feel jealous. I hope her arriving won't bring up any mixed emotions. My goal was to keep them as far from each other as humanly possible...

(A/N Too short! *throws popcorn in my own face* It's 11:30 at night and I feel as though I'm going to pass out from exhaustion. Well, I kinda liked this chapter personally tell me what you thought of it by reviewing! Bye!)