"What are you planning to do once this show is over?" Montparnasse asked René in the dressing room as they both prepared for the show.

"what do you mean?" René replied as he grabbed the dress lying on a crate and slipped it on overtop of his undergarments. the skirt of the dress was a thin golden-colored material. The top half was dark, tight-fitted corset-like with a white flowing thing at the top that acted as a neckline and sleeves, although the sleeves kept falling off René's shoulders.

"surely you don't wish to stay here." Montparnasse scoffed.

"no, I would much rather do something else, but this is all I have." René replied and walked over to Cosette so she could secure a red rose into his golden curls.

Once they were all dressed and ready, René began to feel panic rising inside of him. In all his rallies or scrapes with the police, he had never experienced a feeling so uncomfortable and terrifying. He felt ill. He listened as the opera started and waited backstage through song after song, until finally it was his turn to enter.

He took a breath and walked onto the stage and began to sing. As he sang, he glanced up to where he knew Combeferre was sitting. Just seeing his friend's face calmed him quite a bit.

"Master," a male voice sang as René finished his first section of the song.

"Go away for the trap it is set and waits for it's prey!" Another voice sang. This one sounded different than it should and René had to control a shiver from running down his spine.

"You have come here in pursuit of your deepest urge, in pursuit of that wish which till now has been silent, silent." René couldn't resist the urge and slowly turned his head. He could see a man in a black mask with curly dark hair and lustful eyes. Could it be him? Yes. It had to be. The Phantom of the Opera was on stage with him and there was nothing to be done. The man lifted a ringer to his lips in demand of silence as he continued to sing.

"I have brought you that our passions may fuse and merge. In your mind, you've already succumbed to me, dropped all defenses, completely succumbed to me. Now you are here with me, no second thoughts, you've decided. Decided." As the man finished his line, he threw aside his cloak and René stood, although his heart was hammering against his chest. He struggled hard to stay in-character and look seductive despite the fear he felt.

"Past the point of no return, no backwards glances! Our games of make-believe are at an end. Past all thought of if, or when," the Phantom sang as he circled René and René mirrored his movements. "No use resisting! Abandon thought and let the dream descend. What raging fire shall flood he soul," he sang and took hold of René with arms wrapped around his front - one gloved hand at his neck, and the other along with waist.

René felt himself shiver against the Phantom and leaned his head back against the man'a shoulder.

"What rich desire unlocks its door? What sweet seduction lies before us?" The Phantom sang as he caressed René's body. Finally, he pulled smoothly away until it was only their hands touching, and carefully, he guided René towards the back of the stage as he sang,

"Past the point of no return, the final threshold," the phantom released René and René turned away and fixed his sleeve which had fallen from his shoulder.

"what warm unspoken secrets will we learn? Beyond the point of no return."

after a moment, René sang, "you have brought me to that moment when words run dry, to that moment when speech disappears into silence, silence." he turned to loo. At the phantom. "I have come here hardly knowing the reason why! In my mind I've already imagined our bodies entwining, defenseless and silent. Now I am here with you, no second thoughts, I've decided. Decided." And as he finished this line, he stepped towards thePhantom and his sleeves fell down again.

"Past the point of no return," René began again and tried to focus on sounding and looking seductive. "No going back now! Our passion play has now at last begun! Past all thought of right, or wrong," René began to climb the stairs of the set. "One final question, how long should we two wait before we're won? When will the blood begin to race, the sleeping bud burst into bloom? When will the flames at last consume us?" And as René sang the words "consume us," he watched the Phantom's face change and his eyes glint with desire, even stronger than before.

They were now standing merely a few feet apart and René felt completely vulnerable. As they sang together, they both stepped forward and The Phantom cast away his cloak and let it fall to the step in a heap as if it were entirely forgotten.

"Past the point of no return, the final threshold! The bridge is crossed," René felt himself be grabbed in a quick movement and arms were encircled around him again, taking hold of his own hands. "So stand and watch it burn! We're past the point of no return." The finished while the man behind him ran their hands along René's body.

René could tell by the more rapid breathing, among other things, that The Phantom was aroused. This thought made René shiver and want to flee the stage, but he knew he couldn't. He had promised Combeferre.

"Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime. Lead me, save from from my solitude. Say you'll want me with you here beside you," The phantom sang. René didn't remember this part in the script and he felt panic rise inside of him again, but more than that, the words broke his heart. Now the voice wasn't full of lust, but real love. "Anywhere you go, let me go too! René, that's all I ask of -"

The improv song was cut short by René'a hand gently tearing the black mask from the phantom's face. screams echoed through the opera house as the man's real face was revealed. René felt guilt weighing down on him as he saw the agonized and betrayed look on the Phantom's scarred face.

René was about to speak, but the words were silenced by the phantom pulling him close and cutting a rope which was helping to hold up the chandelier. Once that was done, the phantom kicked something and René felt himself falling. He clung to the Phantom and tried to remain calm as his skirt blew up.