~About an hour later~
I knew no one was on the stage at this time of night. I had opened my mouth and sang "Think of Me". A tear escaped my eye. It actually meant something to me. I wanted HIM to think of me. I remembered what he looked like the last time I had seen him. He had a half mask on, slicked back hair, and a cloak. As I sung, I felt someone watching me. I started a new song that kept playing in my head one that my musical friend had sung to me so many nights ago. I finished the lullaby softly.
An overwhelming feeling of being watched grew stronger. I heard clapping, but did not bother to turn around.

"I never knew you could sing that well without my lessons." I knew that voice. He was talking to me again, and had caught me singing his song for me.

"Ami musicale?" I asked. Of course I already knew, but I wanted to be sure.

"Yes, ma Petit ange." I start to walk away. I didn't want to talk to him again after he abandoned me.

"Why are you walking away from me?"

"I have nothing to say to you, monsieur."

"Why is that?"

"That lullaby you sung to me as a child, you must not have meant it." My back was still towards him. I didn't want to see him.

"Of course I did. Every word."

"Then why did you abandon me?" Tears brimmed my eyes

"I never abandoned you."

"You betrayed me."

"I would never-"

"Y-yes you did!" He put his hand onto my shoulder comfortingly.

"How?" Was he really confused or did he enjoy my being hurt?

"You traded me for Christine."

"She had talent, and she needed someone."

"Yes, and you left me for her."

"Let me see you."

"I don't want you to see me."

"I have already seen half of you."

"I don't care. I don't want you to see me." Tears had made a line down my face and I begin to walk away again. I pause when his hand rests over mine, and slowly turn around to face him. My eyes met his and I could have sworn I melted. His eyes were absolutely breathtaking. His eyes widened when he saw my face.

"You have grown since I last sung with you."

"I suppose when you choose to leave a friend, you miss out on them growing."

"I didn't mean I didn't watch. I did, from a distance."

"I am the same as Mademoiselle Christine Daae"

"No you aren't Tori, you will forever be, ma Petit ange."

"And what is Christine to you?" He looked away not meeting my gaze. I knew it was something more.
He goes to open his mouth. I put my hand up looking away.

"You don't need to say anything. Your eyes say everything-" I interrupted going back "-You didn't just leave me for the sake of her talent, you left me because of your love for her. Good night, monsieur." I tore away from him and ran to my room. Not once did I look back. He hurt me and from what I saw back there, he wasn't my musical friend anymore. He was Christine's lover. I reached my room and I lay down on the bed. I held my knees to my chest and wept.

~Erik~
Ma Petit ange, what happened to her? I remember holding her as a baby and remember as she looked at me with such happiness in her eyes. What I saw in her eyes today was nothing but sadness. I head back into the room with the mirror whenever I heard a voice crying, that sounds a lot like my angel. I heard the sniffles and followed them. I saw a door cracked open I knew it was Tori, her voice couldn't have been missed. I heard her sing through her tears.

She cried some more I wanted to touch her shoulder or do something at least so that way I can comfort her. I do love Christine Daae, but Tori has always been, ma Petit ange.
I saw her lay down she had cried her self to sleep, I realized in that song she sang she had said, "I spent too many years fighting back tears." How long has she cried over my simple absence? I opened the door she looked like she was dead in her sleep. No emotion on her face. It was pale, and her features were still. I walked closer to her bed, I kiss her forehead and before I disappear into the darkness I say her name.

"My Victoria." I whispered.
I head back to where I stay the catacombs below the theatre. I looked to see Christine was still asleep. She fainted after seeing the wedding dress. I played some music and it must have been a few hours because she came over to me caressing the side of my face that wasn't covered by the mask. I couldn't tell what she was doing until she had pulled my mask off completely. I pushed her away singing angrily. How dare she do this to me?!

"Fear can turn to love." I sang to her and after I had sung she hands me my mask back.

"Come, we must return. Those two fools who run my theatre will be missing you."
I take her back and I sit down at my desk to write a few letters.

~Victoria~
I wake up hearing our new managers singing about the phantom of the opera's notes. I hear Carlotta singing. I run down to where they were. I see Madame Giry and Meg; they motion for me to come over.

"Miss Daae has returned. I thought it was best she was alone."

"She needed rest." They look at me.

"May I see her."

"No monsieur she shall see no one," I sang like they did.

"Will she sing, will she sing?" Piangi and Carlotta sang with a heavy accent.

"Here I have a note." Madame Giry gave the managers the note.

They read it and I know how they feel when he says that Christine is the leading lady for IL MUTO. I do agree with him picking her though she is a better actor and singer than Carlotta who would play the page-boy the silent role. When they each say that Carlotta will be playing the lead and that Christine is playing the page-boy I speak up.

"Messieurs, don't you think that is a little drastic?"

"The world wants Carlotta."

"Did the world tell you that?"

"No smart mouthing me, mademoiselle!" Monsieur Firmin scolded.

"Monsieur, his warnings are very clear. If you don't listen, he may ruin the show."

"Have you slept with the patron like Mademoiselle Daae?"

"What? Is that what you think this is? Monsieur, I can assure you that is not the case."

"Be quiet we have work to do for Carlotta to sing because if she doesn't we're doomed."

"Your doomed if she does sing!" I felt a hand slap my face.

"She is our star and always will be!"

I go outside while they rehearse. I knew something bad was to happen to the new production.
I was about to go over to the park when a man had snatched me and pulled me into the alley. I screamed for dear life.

"Oui, this one is a keeper." He smelled my hair.

"No please."

"Young girl, I am a debt collector and your mother never paid her bill."

"My mother left me when I was a baby."

"Yes I know that, but I guess she thought that I wouldn't have found you down here in Paris." He flips out a knife. "You will be her money for her debt. So tell me, are you a virgin sweetie?" I breathed in. NO, this can not be happening to me.

"Yes. Please let me go."

"Oh may God forgive me for the sin of fornication I am about to commit."

"Oh God, please no!"

"Yes young one. You will help your mother's debt and in turn you will be a woman." He pulls my hair out of its bun and cuts away some of my dress at my shoulders. He decides to make a long cut from the top of the material down to where my corset ends. He rips the dress open. I began to cry.

"Be quiet there is no reason to cry!" He roughly throws me against the hard brick wall. I continued to cry out.

"HELP ME, SOMEONE!" He pulled my hair forcing me to look at him he looked down at my skirt smiling he takes his knife and rips it off slowly. The only thing that came to my head was calling out for my Musical friend

"AMI MUSICALE!" I screamed with all my might. I felt him put his hands around my neck choking me causing me to not be able to breathe properly. His weight shifted I stood there watching as the one who had me in a choke hold was now being choked by a noose. He gasped his last breath and as he fell I saw my Musical Friend standing there with a look of pure anger; his eyes soften when he saw me. I faint into the cold snow I was only wearing my corset and whatever was left of my silk undergarment.