Over the next couple of weeks, rehearsal got underway and the first show was beginning to take form.

That wasn't the only thing, "accidents", if you call them that, began to rear its' ugly head. A few random sand bags falling during ballet numbers, instruments being toyed with, and a couple backdrops falling, again, randomly. All of the backdrops falling directly on top of Rosalie. I can't help but laugh at her, because she brought this upon herself and her diva ways.

One day while she was rehearsing the aria, the backdrop fell right in the middle of it.

"OH MY GOD!" M. Rufier, our conductor, shouted.

"Get it off of me!" Rosalie screamed while she pounded the floor.

"For God sake, Balmer, what's going on up there?" M. Anders called up to him.

"As God as my witness, there's no one at my post. And if there is, well then…. It must be a ghost." He shouted back. All the ballet girls gaped and squealed. Balmer has been the most outlandish stories about my angel, he pissed me off so much.

"Girls, be still! Get back to your dancing! NOW!!" Md. Giry sternly said.

While getting the backdrop back up, M. Anders and M. Soldotti were running to Rosalie, with Vincent, panting and trailing behind them. "These things do happen..." the shaking M. Anders said to her.

"For the past few weeks, these things do happen. And did you stop these from happening? NO!" With that last of her hissy fit, she left for her private dressing room and rehearsal was done for the day.

Performance day finally came and droves of people came to see the show. I had my last conversation with my teacher before the show.

"You're not going to… hurt anyone are you? Because I know it's been you who have been causing the "accidents." I asked sheepishly.

"Only if they have hurt you." He said, making me think instantly of Balmer. "Now, you go and get ready for the show, it's about to start. This will be one memorable show." He promised me.

So I got myself ready and so did everyone else. The mangers were sitting in box ten, while Jer sat across from them, in box five…. And then the show began. Everyone was in their place.

The curtains rose and the actors did what they were supposed to do. The audience laughed and "ooo-ed" at the jokes.

Then, came the scene where Rosalie and I come it.

Unfortunatley, in this scene, I "feeling up" Rosalie beacause she is cheating on her husbund, who is leaving.

Also, I am a mute, so I can't say anything and I'm in disguised as a maid, so her husbund won't figure out that I am a boy and her secret lover.

During Rosalie's aria, there was a bit of a disturbance.

"DID I NOT INTRUCT, THAT BOX FIVE WAS TO BE LEFT EMPTY!" a voiced bellowed that filled up the entire room.

"It's the Phantom of the Opera!" one of the ballet girl squealed in terror.

"It's him.. I know it's him.." I said as I fearfully looked around.

"You're part is SILENT, little toad" Rosalie hissed to me. She went off stage to get her signature throat serum. "EE-EE… Why you spray my chin all the time, huh?" she said annoyed. Once she was done with that, she talked to M. Rufier to start from the beginning of the scene. I thought I heard something above me, so I quickly looked up, but then the music started again and Rosalie started to "sing".

Once again, her aria was interrputed.

Ahh.. Ahhhh.. Ahhh-CROAK!

Giggles and laughs erupted from the audience, behind the stage and even from the pit. M. Rufier had to settle everyone down. He started up the music again. The great Rosalie looked very shakin when she tried to sing again.

" Did I not warn you.. And yet! More is to come.." He said again.

Po-Poor fool he makes me laugh, Ahhahaha!

Ahhh-CROAK! CROAK! CRRROOAAAK!

Howls of laughter came from everywhere in the house, but I wasn't laughing.

I was looking above me, at Balmer, who climbed up the scaffolding, looking for the one who messed up Rosalie's throat serum.

At that moment, the curtains closed and the manager came up on the stage. "Ladies and gentlemen," M. Soldotti started, "the performance will continue in ten minutes' time . . . When the role of the countess will be played by Miss LaCour!" he announced, dragging me in front of the curtains. "Now, go and get ready! Md. Giry, you go and help her!" M. Anders said.

"Meanwhile, we shall be giving you the ballet from Act Three of tonight's opera." M. Anders directed.

"W-what?" M. Rufier stammered. "Th-the ballet, DAMMIT!"

While all of this was going on, Balmer tried to catch up with my teacher. He should have been watching his back. He wandered around on the scaffolds, like a rat nearing a trap.

I was getting ready and I found my rose with a black ribbon on it.

Md. Giry looked at me and said "You look more like your mother and your grandmother every day."

I wanted to ask her what she meant, but I couldn't, I can't multitask in such a short amount of time.

While I got ready, she also said "You know that your teacher did this for you." I was puzzled by that last comment and really wanted to talk to her, but I also needed to continue to get ready.

The stage was in utter turmoil and the crowd was no help either. The audience pointed and laughed at the poor, unfortunate actors, trying to get the stage set up. The actors weren't the only unfortunate ones.

Balmer was still looking for the mysterious figure of the shadows, only to be caught from behind. I guess my teacher did not like the fact that this man was closing in on him and who was trying to stop him. Like they say, "curiosity killed the cat." In lammens term, my "angel", hung Joseph Buquet from the scaffoldings.

Screams of panic and terror soon followed, then mass confusion of ballet girls running like mad.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please remain in your seats. Do not panic." Screamed M. Soldotti above the crowd, "It was an accident . . . simply an accident."

I ran out of the dressing room, scared, frantically searching for Jer amidst the crowd. Luckily, he found me.

"Christine, are you alright?'' he anxiously said. "Jer, we're not safe here!" I said as I took his arm, leading him from the death.