Luna's POV

"Wasn't Christina brilliant tonight Luna" said Meg who was currently scrubbing the stage make-up off of her face.

' Yes, she was great' I signed with as much as enthusiasm as I could considering I was very tired from all of the dancing I had to do and still shaken up from earlier events.

"What's the matter? Are you ok Luna?" said Meg as she turned looking at me curiously.

'I am quite fine just tired is all I need some sleep that's all' I signed

"So you're not going to the after party" said Meg with a pout.

' No all there is to do at those parties is to get drunk and fall in between the sheets with a random stage hand who's name you can't remember and you find questioning yourself what was so attractive about you. You can go but I'm going to stay behind again' I signed vigorously

"But if you don't go you won't be able to see you're your man" said Meg

'Man what man is you talking about' I signed confused about what this child was babbling about

"Joseph Buquet" said Meg with a cheshire grin across her face

I took this chance to launch at her and grab her by the throat and playfully squeeze her as we both fell to the floor and play tussled. "What, what did I say wrong" said Meg in fake short breaths. 'You know I hate that pig and yet you constantly accuse me of being in love with him. Maybe it is you who is in love with him and use me as an excuse to bring up his name I signed with playful anger. Meg turned a ghastly color of green before pushing me off of her "Gross I don't like him. Eww just thinking about him makes me very ill I would rather be locked up in the nut house than to be with him" said Meg with a slight arrogant tone 'Than stop saying I like him'

Madame Giry stormed into the room the door hitting the wall with a thunderous crack. We got off the floor quickly as that was not the proper way for a lady to act. "What is going on in here" she said with a quip monotone. "We were just playing around Mama we are sorry" said Meg with her head slightly downward. She knew we were in trouble for are antics was not tolerated by Madame Giry. "Rolling around on the floor and acting like barbarians is what you are doing". " We are sorry Mama we just …" " Enough I think you two need to head to bed now you both have had a long night" She spoke gravely letting us know that there was no room for arguing. We both headed over to change into our chemises and head to bed. "Luna comes here" said Madame Giry. I headed over nervously waiting to see what she would say to me. "Here these are for you" She handed me two roses one yellow and one white tied together with a black ribbon on the stem" I looked at her questioning. "They are from him. He hopes you can forgive him for the accident that you were in earlier" she spoke as if it we the most normal thing for a phantom to sympathize and send flowers to a girl. 'Tell him I said thank you' hesitantly not knowing what to say. "Well that is all to bed both of you now" and with that she turned around left the room. I set the flowers on my armoire we remained quiet long enough for both of us to change and blow out the candle. "The phantom sent you flowers. That's nice" I didn't sign back knowing it would be futile in the dark as she remained talking as if she knew my answers. "A white rose means purity and yellow roses can mean I'm sorry. He must really have taking a liking to you to be concerned with if you forgive him or not" I shook my head from the silly thoughts of the phantom and closed my eyes as I fell into a dreamless sleep.

Phantom's POV

I watched Christine as she slept behind the black veil. Letting my mind wander and picturing another girl behind there sleeping. A certain mute ballerina plagues my thoughts. Tonight I did not see Christine I imagined Luna in her place. I shook my head angry with myself at thinking of another woman when I finally had sweet Christine all to myself but no matter how hard I try to get rid of her out of my mind the thought of her came back stronger and stronger. I finally sat down at my piano surrendering my thought and soul to music as I wait for Christine to wake.