A/N: Sorry, I forgot to put this in the last chapter. Phantom Of The Opera belongs to Andrew Lloyd Webber. All hail him! Me and my friends love his plays. Also…This is my first FF for POTO, so please review. It's really appreciated! And now… CHAPTER 2! And BTW, I have a playlist on Youtube of all the songs: here's the link (just get rid of the spaces): http:// www. youtube. com/view_play_list? p=93E9DF4E 2F74AE46

P.S. Almost no characters are the same in the play as they are here. Phantom is the only one who is still here. And…THANK YOU FOR THE COMMENT, InkLordofthePhantomTreesRevolt! You are awesome! Your question will be answered in the chapter.

The next morning, Madeline found herself lying in bed. She didn't remember going to the dormitories the night before. She rolled onto her stomach and pushed herself to her knees. She looked around and gasped. Where was she? She was sitting on a bed that was shaped like a gondola. A small figurine of a monkey on top of a barrel organ sat on the bedside table. Candles were burning all around her and she heard the soft sound of an organ. She remembered this place, but could not put her finger on it.

She stepped out of the bed and her head spun. Once she regained balance, she walked toward the music. She saw the boat sitting on the river's edge. She saw the paintings and the books and the organ. A tall man, dressed in black, was playing it. He was playing a song she knew. She drifted towards him slowly, as not to interrupt him. She sat on the bench next to him and saw his fingers running up and down the keys skillfully. She gathered the courage to look to his face.

It was one of the most beautiful faces she had ever seen. He had a small cleft in his defined chin, and his lips looked as if he'd never smiled. His brown eyes had such concentration and seriousness, yet were passionate and had known love. His dark hair was combed back from his face.

He stopped playing to look at her. She was beautiful. She had mahogany hair that curled at the bottom. It was messy from sleeping. Her eyes were blue, loving and warm, yet fierce and cold. She had freckles under her eyes and hard chin.

She gasped sharply when he turned his head. His left side was normal, but an old, white mask that seemed to mirror his left half's features covered the right half. She raised her hand to his face and stroked his cheek. He tensed as she moved to the mask. She traced it and cupped his cheek with her hand.

The Phantom said nothing, but began playing again. She removed her hand from his face and watched him. The song was soft and soothing. He kept playing it, adding his voice.

"Angel of Music! Guide and Guardian! Grant to me your glory! Angel of Music! Hide no longer! Secret and strange angel…" he sang. His voice sang out like an angel, no, it was a voice that would make angels cry. It was deep and crisp, cool and relaxed. It was the perfect voice.

She stopped his playing and said, "You truly are The Phantom of the Opera." Her eyes met his and she began to sing. "Angel! I hear you! Speak- I listen… Stay by my side, guide me!"

"I will guide you, Madeline, if you promise never to obey anyone else. Do not sing of anyone else. Do not love anyone else. Not in my Opera house." He seemed to stare into her soul.

She brought his hand to her cheek and said, "How can I now that I have met perfection? You are all I need. It sounds cliché, but it's true."

"How can you say I'm perfection? I am the farthest thing from it. And how can you say I'm all you need?"

"My father once told me, you will know who is your friend from the first time they touch you. And, Phantom, I know you are my friend. Be my tutor."

"Come then. Your comrades must be waiting for you." Phantom rose from his seat and grabbed her by the wrist.

They went back to her mirror. She reached out to open it, but the Phantom grabbed her wrist firmly and brought it to her side. "My friend, there is one more thing. You will not tell anyone you have met me or where you go at night."

"Of course, Master," she answered plainly, looking forward. She was accepting her role as his servant.

He leaned over her shoulder and praised, "Good girl." He kissed her on the neck lightly then left. She turned to say something, but he was gone. She inhaled a shaking breath and stepped through the mirror. She hurried to a basin of water on one of the shelves and splashed her face with it.

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Madeline raced to the dining room and sat down for breakfast. She grabbed herself some toast and yogurt and sat down on one end of the table. She tried to clear her thoughts of the Phantom and force herself to think of rehearsals. She tried to think of all the things she needed to practice with Pierre (who played Raoul) and Antonio.

Antonio sat down next to her. He grabbed some breakfast for himself and asked her, "So did he sing?"

The Phantom rushed back into her head. When she blinked, she saw his mask. She could feel the icy touch of his fingers on her cheek and hands. His sweet voice rang in her ears. "C-can we talk about it later?" Maddie asked, almost pleading.

The rest of the cast piled into the dining room, leaving the other end of the table empty for Andre. Marcus came to sit next to Madeline with Jacques and Thomas in tow. Marcus stuffed his face with as much food as possible. Soon, Cecile began sing her aria from Think Of Me. Jacques began mouthing it. Antonio tried not to laugh, while the rest of the section was cracking up.

"Oh, lighten up, Antonio! Surely, The Phantom wouldn't mind if we made fun of Carlotta! Obviously he doesn't like her!" Thomas batted him on the arm. Antonio laughed lightly.

Andre entered the dining room behind Madeline. "Good morning, Madeline! Antonio! Madeline's younger twin brother whose name escapes me…" That made Marcus's eyes widen in shock and disbelief. "I'm just joking Marcus. You are the most valuable stage hand I've got…"

Antonio chuckled at Thomas's expression. Andre made his way to the other side of the table, greeting people along his way. "Good morning, cast and crew! I hope you are having a good day so far, because today we start having DRESS REHEARSALS!" The table cheered. "So, status reports! Marcus, how's the stage crew going?"

"Well," Marcus rose from his seat, "we've finished the opera house lobby, which doubles as the ballroom. We've finished Christine's dressing room and mirror passageway. The auction props are finished. The Hannibal elephant needs to be tested. The only two that we need to finish are the rooftop and The Phantom's house on the lake."

"What is it you need to finish up?" Andre was taking notes in his notebook.

"For the rooftop we need to drill together the window panes for the skylight and put the statue on wheels, then hide them. For the lair we need to wire the candles for the throne and make the organ silent. The bed is finished, but we need to make the veil."

"Great! Not much to do! We have all you need, I trust? On to Costumes- Where is Laure?" Andre began to look around frantically. The cast and crew began to murmur and whisper. "Well, Odette, as her assistant, what do you have to do?"

"Well," said Odette meekly, "Christine and Raoul are finished. The Phantom is nearly finished; we just need the mask. Madame Laure was up all night looking all over for it! We can't find one that doesn't look cheap. We bought a pack of cheap ones for the Masquerade. Most costumes are done, just the mask is all."

"Okay. So the most important costume piece is the one you can't find. Wonderful…" Andre sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "So everyone be on the lookout, hm? Okay, so my actors, is there anything you need? Anything you are uncomfortable doing?"

Madeline spoke up, "I don't think we've rehearsed Music of the Night or Why So Silent enough. I think we should rehearse those today."

"Why that's a splendid idea! We do need to rehearse those badly. Antonio, would you be up to it? That's what I thought! Let us start rehearsal!"

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"So, did he come?" Andre was bugging her again.

"What?" Madeline looked at him with wide eyes.

"The Phantom, did he come?" Andre looked at her confused.

"I'm sorry?" Madeline was shocked.

"Did you do it?" Andre was getting worried.

"Excuse me?" Madeline couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"PLEASE TELL ME YOU SANG FOR HIM!" Andre shouted angry and worried.

"Oh that. Yes, I did. And he came and sang with me. Don't worry…" her voice trailed off.

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"Madeline, what is the matter? You used to love this, now what's different?" Andre shouted.

"I'm sorry, I just can't do this. I-" Madeline looked to the clock. "Oh my god! I must leave for my lesson! I will see you tomorrow!" She rushed out of the theater to her dressing room. She changed quickly out of her costume into a red dress with a black veil and black flowers and ribbon. It was perfect.

She shoved the mirror aside. She was anxious to she him again. She heard him humming a tune at the end of the tunnel. She raced down the tunnel toward the voice. The Phantom was standing at the bank of the lake, looking at his reflection. He looked up at her when he heard her coming.

They were silent along their way to Phantom's house. He finally spoke to her when he helped her out of the boat. "You were not as good today, what is the matter?"

"I don't know. After you said I could not love anyone else, I couldn't let him touch me at all. You were running through my head over and over, I just couldn't get myself to imagine Anthony was you. I don't know what I can do. If Laure can find a mask by the play, it may be easier, but the kiss…" she ran her fingers through her hair.

Phantom lifted her chin so she would look at him. "When you are on that stage, you are Christine. Not Madeline. Your chains belong to me now, but I am taking them off when you do the play," his hand was caressing her cheek now. She used her hand to hold it in place as she pressed it closer to her. He stood from his place on the stair. "I have an idea. Why don't I rehearse with you? That way tomorrow you can just imagine it is I."

He began singing in the voice that haunted her. The voice that never left anyone who had ever heard it. "Night-time sharpens, heightens each sensation...
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination… Silently the senses abandon their defenses…

He grabbed her hand and she rose. "Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendor… Grasp it, sense it -
tremulous and tender… Turn your face away from the garish light of day; turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light -
and listen to the music of the night…" he was cupping her face in his hand.

He left her for a moment and hurried up the stair then turned to her. "Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams! Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before! Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar! And you'll live as you've never lived before…

He came toward her again and caressed her cheek. "Softly, deftly, music shall caress you…" he touched his forehead to hers, "Hear it, feel it, secretly possess you…" he let her go again, but stayed near her this time, "Open up your mind; let your fantasies unwind, in this darkness, that you know you cannot fight -
the darkness of the music of the night…

He walked behind the row of candles, just like Antonio had done, "Let your mind start a journey through a strange new world! Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before! Let your soul take you where you long to be! Only then can you belong to me…" He reached out to her and pulled her toward him. She rested her head on his chest.

He turned her slowly, so her back faced him. "Floating, falling," he ran his hand over her thigh lightly, then brought her hand up to touch his face, "sweet intoxication! Touch me, trust me savor each sensation! Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in to the power of the music that I write -
the power of the music of the night…"

She fainted into his arms and he picked her up and laid her on his bed. "Only you can make my song take flight… Help me make the music of the night…" he ended the sweet aria with his face an inch from hers. Madeline reached out to his face and tried to bring him closer. He backed off and turned away from her. "We should practice your aria…"