Another chapter! I'm on a roll!

You, my dear, are an idiot.

You think no one knows that already Le Phantomess? Just look at Becca! That's me!

Oh dear lord. Really?

Uh, duh?

Why me?

Because, my dear, I thought you up.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Yes! No onto the disclaimer!

Disclaimer: she doesn't own POTO she just owns the ALW DVD, the Broadway C.D. and her muses.

Becca walked up the stairs to the Opera Populaire's entrance. Her little accident with the backdrop an hour ago had caused quite a scene and the new French hornist had quit leaving the orchestra's French horn solo in Think of Me open and without a backup. Erik had placed a note, Becca wasn't too sure about what it had said, but knew it would help her. That, and the fact she knew every single part she would play in this orchestra until the opera's ruining by heart. She was still nervous though, she knew Andre and Firmin's nature toward young girls and she didn't like it.

She sighed, and straightened out her white blouse, her black skirt, and her hose. She checked her long braid, swaying slowly behind her and down to her hip area behind her, polished her 19th century glasses (thank god for that duffel) and entered the pairs open office, French horn case in hand, to hear the two arguing.

"Andre! We cannot allow some apparatus to push us around telling us who to hire!" Firmin exclaimed

"Firmin, we need this person to fill in! We need them or there will be no opera!" Andre defended heedless of the person watching them.

"I don't care! That phantom is the one who scared away John-Claude in the first place!" Firmin screeched.

Now, as much as Becca liked seeing the two managers in distress and angry, she hated fighting, so she spoke up.

"Excuse me, messieurs; I am here for my interview? Are you Messieurs Andre and Firmin? My name is Rebecca Cheney; I would like to work in your orchestra playing my French horn." Becca said it with a soft voice with a slight French accent, but her presence made both of them jump a foot in the air. The two managers stared at her for a moment then coughed.

"Well, you are correct, my name is Gilles Andre." Said Andre

"Mine is Richard Firmin." Firmin said taking her hand and kissing it. Becca resisted the urge to slap him and sat down.

"So, let's have a look at your resume then." Andre said and it began.

Becca raced down into Erik's lair by way of a passageway she found and ran into the kitchen waving a paper and gasping for breath.

"Did you run all the way down that passage!" Erik looked at her like she was insane as she shook her head vigorously trying to catch her breath from her sprint. She passed the paper to Ivy who examined it.

"You got the job! YAY for you!" Ivy hugged her and Becca hugged back. After though, Becca sat down on the table and pulled out a piece of paper with plans on it.

"This is for Andre and Firmin torture, pick your favorite. I personally think that putting a laxative in their champagne for the opening night is a good one. Or slipping them exploding cigars works too." Becca said casually. She then muttered, "Impure, vile men. Eww."

Ivy heard and she smiled evilly at Becca. "Why don't we try all of them Becca?"

Becca smiled showing all of her teeth and her eyes narrowed

into hazel slits. That look gave Erik the chills and made him feel a little bit sorry for the managers at whatever Becca's evil little mind had cooked up for them. A little bit being the key words there.

"Perfect." Becca smiled then burst into laughter,

"MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! Well I gotta go rehearse. See ya Erik, see ya Ivy." Becca jumped up and raced away.

"That girl has problems, Ivy." Erik said as he sat with her at the kitchen table eating the lunch Erik had made.

"No, not problems, she's just is a very... well, eccentric and theatric girl, and if she doesn't like someone or something, you better hope it isn't you." Ivy said taking a bite of pasta.

"She is very determined girl, I'll give her that. Now I want to know how you know my name." Erik said glaring at Ivy.

Ivy gulped down her pasta and looked into his eyes and said,

Bwahahahaahahahahahahahahahaha! Cliffie, cliffie I love my cliffys! Now my loyal reviewers I need your opinions. How should you arrive in Erik's dimension! I need your input! Thank you and come again!