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~Narrator-a year later.~

Tori was now age 7, but she wondered where her teacher, her mentor, her truest friend went. He hadn't sang to her, he hadn't appeared, she wondered if he had merely been a figment of her imagination.

"It had to have been real," Tori thought to her self sadly. She had heard a voice, a young girl's voice so beautiful, she knew it was Christine's voice. Quietly she went out of her room to go sing with her now that her musical friend was gone, as she neared the temple where Christine was singing, she noticed that Christine wasn't singing for pleasure, she was being taught, by the one Tori had called her friend. Clearly upset that she wasn't learning anymore she became a part of the shadows, following Christine whenever she went to sing with her Angel of Music. Tori learned how to sing, but not directly like she once did before Christine had come to live there. One night Tori had heard Christine sound so beautifully, she didn't stick around for their lesson. They were already singing a duet so she decided to head to her room and cried softly to herself.

"Why doesn't he want to teach me anymore? What did I do wrong? He promised he would teach me."

She cried and Meg came in to see Tori covering her face crying.

"Tori, why are you crying," Meg said getting up and comforting her.

"He no longer wants to teach me" Tori cries with tears still coming from her eyes.

"It is OK we can find you a new teacher," Meg comforts her while rubbing her back.
She looked up at Meg and said nothing only went to her bed crying herself to sleep.

~Present Day- Tori~

I still was upset that my musical friend no longer came to teach me. He had only taught Christine. Everyone knew of her talent and Meg's, but I decided to stop singing because I was hurt tremendously by the one I trusted.

"Tori, Meg come on we have to hurry," Christine whispers a bit loudly over to me and Meg.

"We're hurrying Christine," Meg replies.

We run down the stairs and Carlotta is singing. Oh my... My ears are probably bleeding. Christine, Meg, and I rush down the stairs and into our positions. While we are dancing we hear that there are new managers. They come over and Madame Giry shows them around.

"We take pride in our ballet."

"I can see why."

"Especially with that little blonde angel."

"My daughter, Meg Giry."

"And that exceptional beauty; no relation I trust."

"Christine Daae: promising talent Monsieur Firmin. Very promising."

"Daae you say? Any relation to the Swedish violinist?"

"His only child. Orphaned at seven came to live and train in ballet."

"An orphan you say?"

"I think of her as a Daughter also"

"Now what about that young girl there, the one who sticks next to them."

"Victoria Johnson, a very talented young lady. I found her here on the steps 16 years ago."

"On the steps?"

"She was an orphan before Christine, orphaned on the day of her birth. I also raised her as my own."

"Oh, you don't say."

"Gentleman if you would kindly stand to one side!"

I was dancing behind Christine and Meg we finished the song perfectly, but Carlotta decided to throw a fit the new managers groveled to keep her. She sang "Think of Me" as a request from one of the new managers. The curtain fell on her. She left the opera house and I suspected that would be one of the last times we would hear from her again.

"He is here the Phantom of the Opera," Meg said shakily towards me and Christine.
I looked up and saw a cloak that looked awfully familiar. Could it be? I walked down to the temple I heard they want Christine to sing. Traveling down these halls again that seemed so foreign almost brought a tear to my eye. I heard a voice I knew all too well. I sighed loudly it was my musical friend.

"Ami musicale?" The soft singing stopped abruptly.

"Tori?" I looked no one was there, but I knew it was him.

"Yes, monsieur."

"Where have you been, ma petite fille?" I looked down.

"Your little girl is gone!" I cry while running out of the temple room. I was crying because I knew that he was the one who left me alone. My dreams of becoming a singer were ruined after I heard Christine. That night after our performance Christine went into a room and a young man went in there. My musical friend was not the only one who was attracted to her. I recognized him as Raoul, her childhood friend. Everyone went home and the Opera Populaire had closed. The candles blew out, and I saw Raoul struggling to get into Christine's room. I heard my musical friend's voice, I had not seen him in years.

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