Laney put on a long sleeved white night gown. She pulled out of her bag a blanket and a doll that looked like Corey. "I don't care," she said when she looked at the doll.

Laney's POV:

When I said I don't care when I looked at the doll, I didn't mean I didn't care about Corey. No! I meant that I didn't care if someone were to see this and make fun of it. Normally I would be embarrassed to bring my Corey doll anywhere with me. But now that Corey is dead, I don't care what people think of me anymore. I can't believe he's gone forever, I miss him. If only I could hear his soft sweet voice one more time. I had to sleep in Corey's bed because I didn't bring my sleeping bag. Is someone trying to make me cry?! I climbed into bed and cried my eyes into the pillow. I held onto Corey's hat. Corey's funeral is tomorrow and I'm not gonna go because I don't want people to see me cry. I'm going to see Corey's grave tomorrow after everyone leaves. I fell asleep holding Corey's hat in my hands.

Corey locked his bedroom door from the outside and left.

Nobody's POV:

Around 7 in the morning, Laney woke up from a dream that made her cry instantly. She had a dream that Corey was still alive and he admitted his feelings for her. But when she woke up and realized that the dream wasn't real, she cried softly. She wiped her tears and sat up and was about to go think outside when she heard a soft familiar voice. "Laney," the voice said. "Corey?" Laney thought. "No he's dead it can't be him!" Laney said to herself. Then she was about to open the door, she heard the voice sing.

The Phantom Of The Opera:

Corey: Insolent boy! This slave of fashion! Basking in your glory. Ignorant fool! This brave young suitor, sharing in my triumph!

Laney knew the song the voice was singing so she sang.

Laney: Angel I hear you. Speak, I listen. Stay by my side guide me. Angel my soul was weak, forgive me. Enter at last, master.

Corey: Flattering child you shall know me. See why in shadow I hide. Look at your face in the mirror, I am there INSIDE!

Laney looks at the mirror and sees a boy with blue hair and wearing a suit and had a white mask that was covering half of his face and he was holding out his hand to her. She smiles.

Laney: Angel of music, guide and guardian. Enter me all glory! Angel of music I no longer enter a strange angel!

Corey: I am your angel of music. Come to me angel of music.

Larry tries to open the door but it is locked. "Who is that voice?" He said. "Who is that in there?!" He yelled.

Corey: I am your angel of music, come to me angel of music.

"Laney? Laney!" Larry yelled. Corey was still holding out his hand and Laney put her hand in his. He led her down the thick dark hallway through the mirror. (The mirror doesn't have glass. It is actually a doorway to the sewer. Don't ask I had to think of something!) Corey kept looking at Laney as they walked downward towards the sewer. (A.K.A: Music Lair)

Laney: In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came. That voice which calls to me, and speaks my name. And do I dream again? For now I find... The phantom of the opera is there, inside my mind.

Corey: Sing once again with me, our strange duet. My power over you, grows stronger yet. And though you turn from me, to glance behind. The phantom of the opera is there, inside your mind.

Laney and Corey both arrive to a long stream. They get into a small boat and Corey pushed it using a long thick stick.

Laney: Those who have seen your face, draw back in fear. I am the mask you wear.

Corey: It's me they hear.

Corey & Laney: Your spirit and my voice in one combined! The phantom of the opera is there, inside your/my mind.