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Clara rubbed her bare shoulders. 'Where is he?" She thought, staring over the ledge to the city below. It's been over an hour, but he promised her he'll meet her up here! She turned away and paced. Did she miss him? Did she take too long with Rose and he got impatient?

She paused

but what if he forgot about her?

She shook her head

No no. He wouldn't do that. He must of forgot that it was the roof. He's probably waiting for her in his lair right now. 'The lair!' She smiled to herself and hurried inside the opera house and through a secret passage way to the Doctors place of dwelling.

It took a little while to go through the maze of underground in the dark, but at long last, she made it to the lake. She was about to call out to him, when she heard singing. Not just the Doctor's voice, but Rose's as well!

she felt her heart sink, He's bringing Roes down here? she stood frozen in place, feeling tears welling in her eyes. He revealed himself? she frowned, her sadness growing to anger. 'He revealed himself! He left me waiting on that roof, alone and forgotten, while he does something incredibly stupid!' She clenched her fists in anger.

The voices grew closer.

She shook her head and moved to hide behind a curtain, planning to leave when they are both distracted.

"The Phantom of the Opera is there

Inside your/my mind He's there, the Phantom of the Opera"

Rose held the last note, while the Doctor all but begged her to sing for him.

He jumped out of the gondola, leaving the blonde inside, and does a little spin to show off his home. "This is the lair. It's a home and place of work." He gestured to his Organ "and it's mine" he began singing again,

"I have brought you

to the seat of sweet music's throne

to this kingdom where all must pay homage to music music"

'Please.' Clara rolled her eyes

"You have come here,

for one purpose,

and one alone

Since the moment I first heard you sing,

I have needed you with me,

to serve me, to sing,

for my music...

my music..."

The Doctor walked up to Rose, to help he out of the boat, singing,

"Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation.

Darkness stirs and wakes imagination.

Silently the senses abandon their defenses"

He guides her to the shore

"Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendor.

Grasp it, sense it tremulous and tender.

Turn your face away from the garish light of day,"

He turns her face to his, away from looking behind her

"Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light -

and listen to the music of the night...

Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams!

Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before!

Close your eyes,let your spirit start to soar!

And you'll live as you've never lived before"

He wrapped his arms around her, and creased her sides

"Softly, deftly, music shall caress you Hear it,

feel it, secretly possess you

Open up your mind,

let your fantasies unwind,

in this darkness that you know you cannot fight

the darkness of the music of the night.

Let your mind start a journey through a strange, new world!

Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before!

Let your soul take you where you long to be!"

He held the note and slowly moved from her

"Only then can you belong to me"

Clara felt the tears fall, she couldn't do this. She stood up and ran away, knowing they wouldn't notice anyways. His voice echos behind her.

"Floating, falling, sweet intoxication!

Touch me, trust me, savoir each sensation!

Let the dream begin,

let your darker side give in

To the power of the music that I write

The power of the music of the night

You alone can make my song take flight

Help me make the music of the night"

In the shadows, no one saw the gleaming blue eyes staring at the couple and the running girl


She ran out the door and found herself in the orchestra pit. There she fell onto the piano bench to cry, How could she be so stupid to think he would love her? She ran a hand through her hair. She lifted a strand of the dark chocolate. 'Would he prefer it if I was born blonde? Is it me? Is it my bossiness?'

She sniffed and wiped her eyes.

No. He just loves Roes. He'll never love her the way she does him. He will never feel this way.

Somehow her fingers found the piano keys. She took a deep breath and began to sing softly,

"Hands touch, eyes meet

Sudden silence, sudden heat

Hearts leap in a giddy whirl

He could be that boy

But I'm not that girl"

her voice cracked

Don't dream too far

Don't lose sight of who you are

Don't remember that rush of joy

He could be that boy

I'm not that girl"

Her voice rose higher and louder

"Every so often we long to steal

To the land of what-might-have-been

But that doesn't soften the ache we feel

When reality sets back in"

She pictures Rose

"Blithe smile, lithe limb

She who's winsome, she wins him

Gold hair with a gentle curl

That's the girl he chose

And Heaven knows

I'm not that girl"

She frowns at her thoughts, she should be happy for them. She shouldn't wish for something that wont happen

"Don't wish, don't start

Wishing only wounds the heart

I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl

There's a girl I know

He loves her so

I'm not that girl..."

The last crisp note rang through the Auditorium. Suddenly she hears a clap behind her. Surprised, she turns around to find, the conductor, Mr. Nine.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean..." She started but he raised his hand, silencing her.

"Not bad." He moved his hands into the pockets of his jacket of leather. "I'll tell the managers to cast you in the next Opera."

Clara's eye widened, "Oh..I.."

She was loss for words.

The rumors about Nine were usually not pleasant. He was a sarcastic man that usually was on his own. People assumed he was grouchy, who hated everyone. Clara could see it wasn't true. She has a feeling he's a lonely man, that is not used to interacting with people.

"You're welcome." He grinned at her, "You'll be fantastic."

She blushed, "Thank you." she quickly placed her hand over her mouth to cover a yawn. "I better get to bed."

"Indeed, good night, Ms. Oswald." He nodded

"Good night, Mr. Nine." She flashed him a smile and walked away, feeling better.