"Mother! Morgan!" Meg Giry greeted her mother and twin sister.

"That's not my name." Morgan said through gritted teeth.

"Oh…right." Meg looked at the floor.

When they had come to Coney Island with the Phantom, Meg had refused to perform at Phantasma. Morgan, however, agreed. Their mother had thought 'Meg' was a better name for a performer than 'Morgan' so the girls had switched names. No one, but the three of them knew. Not even the Phantom.

Meg had opened a ballet school just inside New York City. She came to see her mother and sister on the weekends. Not to mention the Phantom. Meg had only met him a few times and she had been introduced as Morgan.

The moment Meg's eyes had met his she'd fallen head over heels in love with him. Of course she knew he loved Christine. As much as she didn't want to face the truth, she knew that in someway Christine did love the Phantom.

Meg knew that's why he never forgot her. Meg a strange feeling that something had happened between the Phantom and Christine after Christine had left his lair with Raoul. Something had happened between them that no one knew about.

"So," Morgan said with a fake smile. "How is your dance school going?"

"Great, my students are progressing wonderfully."

"Good for them." Morgan said with an eye roll. Meg felt hurt. No one cared about her. How she wished Christine was here. Christine had been such a good friend. But her mother had forbidden her to write to Christine and, unlike Morgan, Meg never disobeyed their mother. Though Meg knew Morgan would never write to Christine.

When they were in Paris, Morgan had been jealous of Christine and now that she was the star she wouldn't have anything or anyone stand in her way. That's why Morgan scared Meg.

Meg had also noticed that Morgan had an attraction to the Phantom, or "Mr. Y", which was his professional name. Morgan was always trying to get his attention, but he would just stay in his home and compose. And think about Christine. He'd never even been to one of Morgan's shows. Which irritated Morgan greatly.

Not once in 10 years had he gone to a performance. Meg couldn't really blame him. She'd been to a few of Morgan's shows and she hadn't been overly impressed.

"Come you two," Their mother said. "We have to go see Mr. Y."

So good? Bad? Please R&R!

~Kate