Hi, I was on a roll, so I started this next chapter right after I posted the last one.
I'm trying to get the action going on this story, but I don't want to ruin the plot.
Be patient, it may not get much better than this for a while.

60+ hits and going up as I speak!.. Type. And 5+ reviews! Poor, poor theflyingdutchman.
I am sorry if the 'spacey' is bothering you. It's a bit annoying, isn't it?
I think of my 'spacey' as my trademark! That's why their not fixed yet!

I worked really hard to get them they way they are! Why change it now :P
I'll work on it, if it's really bothering you that much.

Here's you next chapter, enjoy! A long, but not that long, awaited chapter from Kathryn's P.O.V.


+--Kathryn's P.O.V.---+

I didn't really have a reason. And Rafferty was going to be soooo upset when he got back.

He didn't like it when I brought odd people into the house. Last time was a disaster.

But Erik was different. He needed me. When I found him out in the middle of the street, he needed someone. Someone like me. And that's why I brought him home. I had to. Or at least, it seemed like I had to then.
But then again,what phangirl would have done different? I know very many people who would agree,
but then again; I know people who wouldn't. Just about everyone would have a different way to reply;
not like I would ask.

'Something has changed within me, something is not the same.
I'm through with playing by the rules of someone else's game.
Too late for second guesses, too late to go back to sleep...
It's time to trust my instincts, close my eyes, and leap..!
It's time to try defying gravity! I think I'll try defying gravity!
And you can't pull me down!

I loved to sing that song as Elphaba. Elphaba's part was really fun to sing; She sang the cool part.
'It's just, for the first time, I feel: Wicked.
' Yeah, she's cool. Bold, strange, green, but cool.

And someday, someday soon, I was going to play her part in the musical. When I got Erik back.I didn't know how he ended up in the 21 century, but at least he ended up in France. It could have been worse.
He could have ended up in the middle of Main Street in New York City. That would have been bad;
trust me, I knew. I've been to that oddly magnificent city. It was a wonderful experience. Especially Broadway.

I was going to be on that stage someday. Someday over over the rainbow. I'll be the 'Popular' one. Yeah.
If I ever got to be on Broadway, I would probably have to be G(a)linda. That was the person I always had to be. She was such a brat. Most of the musical. Then she changed, and became Glinda the Good.

I can do most of her notes, but I'm a mezzo-soprano, and she's suppose to be a soprano.
I was through thinking of myself, and I couldn't help but think of Erik.
If I hadn't had my headphones on at the time, I would have heard the organ.

But, alas; we don't always hear what we should. I got up and walked down the stairs.
I toke my headphones off as I walked down. I had been listening to my MP3 player for too long.
I rubbed my aching forehead as I set down it down. Too long. My mind shifted to the doors of the Music room. Someone was in there... But Rafferty wasn't suppose to be home til tomorrow...

I walked into the Music room quietly and shut the doors; as Rafferty has always told me to.
I turned to see Erik, I smiled; it was a relief for me that it was Erik.

Not only because I was happy Erik up and running so quickly, but because I wasn't ready for Rafferty to arrive.
He would have been very upset.

"Ah, you're up. That's good. I didn't expect you to be up and running so fast." I said. "Did you eat?"
He nodded, and sat down on the organ's bench. I looked over the magnificent organ.
"This poor thing hasn't had an experienced musician play it since I bought it. It's a lovely organ. It deserves more." I walked over to it. "And I have never heard an experienced musician play it, ever. Until I heard you. Would you allow me to listen to you some more?" I hadn't really heard Erik play the organ; he had a guilty air about him.

"You enjoy my playing?" He asked. I smiled and nodded.

"I do. Would you grace me, maestro, with a song?" I asked him, trying to make my voice sound pleading.He nodded and placed his skeletal hands upon the keys. I smiled as he began to play. He played the 'Overture'.
I had loved listening and singing to this song. It was a lot like the theme, but with out Emmy's voice in the way.
I hummed with it, happily. I loved the sweet tone my voice had always had while singing with an instrument.

"My name is Kathryn. K-a-t-h-r-y-n. Kathryn." I whispered, going close to the organ. As I spoke,
Erik abruptly stopped playing. His placed his hands quickly over his face. Something was wrong.
"What's the matter? Is something wrong? Maestro? Monsieur?" I was getting frustrated.
He wasn't moving at all."Erik? Erik?" I screamed with frustration. I grabbed his shoulders and shook him.
With that, he moved slowly.

"What did you call me?" He whispered in question. I froze. Oh no. I had planned on asking him his name,and acting interested; saying how much I liked that name. And of course the usual: 'C or a K'. But I had messed up.
I cleared my throat, thinking of how to reply. An idea hit me. "What did you hear me say?" I replied, coolly.
He didn't say anything for a moment.

"You called me, Erik. Am I correct?" He asked.

"I did, didn't I? Did it bother you?" I asked. He shook his head.

"It did not bothered me, I was simply shocked. Yet, how did you know that was my name?" He asked.
Every excuse I have ever heard suddenly ran through my mind. I searched my databases for the right one.

"You told me. In your sleep." I lied. Well, not completely. He did say 'Erik' in his sleep. His exact words were:
"Christine, I am Erik", but I never had to tell him that, unless he asked me specifically. 'My lips are sealed'.
He turned his head toward me. His hands were no longer covering his eyes. I gasped at what I saw.

From where I stood, I could see his eyes perfectly; but there was nothing perfect about them.
His eyes were cloudy, and they had turned an icky yellow. Actually, it reminded me of Geordi,
from Star Trek:TNG.

"What is wrong?" He asked me, softly. I hesitated.

"It's your eyes... Can you see alright?" I asked him, choosing my words carefully.

"I cannot see at all." He answered calmly. Oops. Not carefully enough.

"Oh my gosh! Do you have any idea how this happened?" I asked, worriedly.

"No. I was playing the organ, just now, and then it happened."

"Oh. That's terrible." I said. "Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"Is there?" He asked me. He-he. Temporarily blinded or not, he's a clever as ever.

"Well, when Rafferty gets back-" I began. Rafferty! I was suppose to be getting ready for him!
"Oh my gosh! Hold on Erik!" I backed up, heading for the door.

"There you go again..." Erik said, turning slowly away. I let a smile cross my lips, then turned and ran out.
There were so many things I had to do. I set to work doing them immediately, and as fast as possible.I had been working for no more than half and hour when suddenly I heard a loud thump.

I looked up from what I had been doing. I turned in the direction of the sound. My eyes widened.

THE MUSIC ROOM!


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