Author's note: Hey everyone! This is chapter 4. Do you think its working? Or is it just dumb? Any way here it is!

Disclaimer: Still don't own the Phantom of the Opera. But I do own a can of sprite and a bottle opener.

"Mr. Destler?" I asked one day after class.

"Yes Elizabeth?"

"My Journalism class has selected you as their 'teacher of the month'."

"Yes and your point is…?"

"Well my point is that I volunteered myself to do a special documentary on you."

"Why would they want a documentary of me?"

"Because you're the 'teacher of the month'."

"Well maybe I don't want to be the teacher of the month."

"Well maybe that's just too bad because everyone casted a vote and you got picked. Ha." I said like a child. He just rolled his eyes and went back to grading his papers at his desk.

"Please? It would mean so much to me- them." I said quickly covering p my mistake.

"Why should I care about you-them?" He asked sarcastically.

"Mr. Destler. You are a selfish, selfish man!" I said mocking a disappointed face. I broke at the look on his beautiful features. He was smiling. I had made Mr. Destler smile.

"Well, I guess living by yourself for years under an opera house can do that to a man." He said. I looked at him shocked… so he really was The Opera Ghost.

"Yes Miss Sales. I read that note you wrote to Miss Applegate." Oh he had read the note. Oh no. That note…

Sarah.

I think Mr. Destler is the Opera Ghost. He looks and sounds just like him. Oh what I would do to be Christine. Hr's so amazingly handsome and talented…

Yea the note went on from there. Then it talked some about Sarah's annoying date…

"You read that note?" I asked humiliated.

"Yes. I don't normally pry into others business… but this note was so intriguing." He cleared his throat. "'A Big, chocolate hunk of man candy' am I?" I groaned inwardly. I wanted to die…

"Uh… I was under the influence when I wrote that note.." I said hoping he would bye it.

"Well that's a problem. If you promise not to drink any more then I'll do your documentary."

"It's a promise" I said as I walked out the door. "Thank you Mr. Destler!" He didn't answer me but a mere wave of his hand as I left. It was such a graceful fluent move of his hand though…

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"Alright Mr. Destler The camera is rolling in 3, 2, 1, action!" I said as I flipped the camera on. I began reading from the script of questions I had written out last night "Good morning Mr. Destler. You have been selected for the 'Teacher of the Month' award."

"Yes. I realize that." He said unenthusiastically.

"I am going to ask that you answer every question I present to you accurately." I said being very reporter-ish. "What is your full name?"

"Erik Destler."

"What is your height?"

"A little over 6 feet."

"Are you married?" okay that one was for me.

"Not currently."

"Oh so you've been married before?" I asked stupidly.

"Almost… long ago." His became glazed over so I thought it was time to ask another question.

"How old are you?"

"Well I guess I'm about 24." I gave him a weird look at the 'I guess' part. (I realize that he's really a lot alder than that in everything I've ever read seen or heard but for the convenience of the story, he is 24.)

"Do you have any pets?"

"A dog."

"Oh really? Is it a boy or a girl?"

"He's a boy."

"What's his name?"

"He doesn't have one."

"I see." This man is odd I thought to myself.

"How many different instruments do you play?" I asked.

"All of them."

"So you play the drums, guitar, piano-"

"Yes I play everything." He said getting short with me. I guessed he was tired of this. So I decided to end it.

"Thank you very much for your time Mr. Destler. I look forward to seeing you around campus." I turned off the camera and shook his hand. "Thanks again for doing that. It's an experiment. Were not sure if we're going to air it on the morning announcements or not but we will see what we can do."

"Believe me. I won't be disappointed if you can't." he said dryly. He turned my hand to his face and kissed my hand "Good bye Lizi." He said and left.

I stood there in shock. He had called me Lizi. No one has ever called me Lizi since my grandma died. I swore I would never wash my hand again.

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"I don't know what came over me. A sudden display of affection… I guess it had to do with the fact that I had found that note. She wouldn't love me if she knew what was hidden behind this mask. She wouldn't understand. She'd leave me. What should I do?" I asked my dog who was lying on the end of my bed. When he didn't reply I got up and went into the living are of my apartment to see if there was an interesting movie on. I finally settled for sleepless in Seattle. A chick flick I know but there was nothing else on and Tom Hanks is one movie star I don't completely despise. I fell asleep to the sing When I fall in Love.

Alright so there's a little bit of comic relief for you. A pointless chapter once again but it did have some significance. And I did mean for Lizi to be spelt that way. So don't think I'm that retarded at spelling. Which I probably am but that's okay. Ha-ha I hope you liked it!