A/N: Chapter 3~ Enjoy, sorry these are so short but um yeah ^.^'


Lukas nodded tiredly then looked around, realizing his violin was still out of his possession. "Where is my violin?" he questioned.

"I have it here for you, I must say, this is a mighty fine piece of wood you have here." The Phantom complimented before handing Lukas his instrument.

"Thank you" Lukas said before standing up and nestlings the instrument in the crook of his neck.

Lukas begun with a slow chord, falling into an easy rhythm. The sound vibrated the room, creating a beautiful harmony.

The Phantom closed his masked eyes and listened, soon realizing that Lukas was playing the same beautiful and complicated song as his performance. The bow danced gingerly across copper and brass strings. The violin itself singing as vibrations hummed through its oak frame.

Lukas leaned into the song, letting it hold and wrap itself around him. He was coming upon the finale. The blond strummed intensely, nailing every note.

This was it, the final chord and he nailed it perfectly. His eyes closed tight as he let the sound drift out and beyond his reach.

And when he opened his eyes, Lukas was back on the theater stage, the only difference was how the audience was not the finely dressed men and women he remembered. No, the audience was full of men and women with exotic white masks, which ranged from smooth and delicate to bulky and scary.

"Your audience wants an encore"

Lukas froze. Suddenly everything came rushing back, the blackout, the red room, and the mysterious powder. But the memory that hit Lukas the hardest was the Phantom.

A slender gloved hand grabbed his shoulder and Lukas spun on his heals to face the masked man.

"Leave me alone!" Lukas shouted but was cut off from a second hand that was slapped gently onto his face.

"Now why would I do that?" the Phantom begun with a smirk. "You are to play again for my people and myself"

Lukas pulled the hand glued to his mouth away. "You can't make me"

"Have you forgotten? I can give you a bit of magic"

"Magic! There is nothing magical about this!"

The audience all stared at the scene taking place before them. White masks glaring under the light of the chandelier.

"I suggest you play, the audience can become angered if they don't get a show." the Phantom stared blankly.

Lukas wasn't sure what to think anymore. But the audience seemed to have a shadow of darkness that seemed to contradict the brilliant pearl white masks. Lukas shivered and held the slender violin up to his chin.

With a shaky breath he began to play ever so delicately.