I know this chapter is short, but I wanted to update. I wanted to because I felt REALLY bad of not writing in a long time! So, I hope you like it!

I do not own The Phantom of the Opera! Kelsey did not write it! Gaston and Andrew did! Speaking of that, I finished the novel by GL and at the end it just said, "ERIK IS DEAD." I was like "NOOOOO! He lives! Just see LND you idiot! I don't like LND either. The Phantom is like "Oh, my Christine!" But compared to that, is when in the first Phantom and he is like "AGHRAG.! BRING DOWN THE CHANDELIER!" I mean like seriously! But, enjoy!

"Christine... You are a wonderful mother."
"And you my Angel of Music, are a wonderful father. Oh, I have to tell you, she was singing in the shower again..."
I chuckled. Wherever Kelsey went, she would sing! She would not care where she was, she just sang to her hearts again. I then heard a piano play in Kelsey's room. It was a melody that I have never heard before. It was mysterious, romantic and... how can I put this... beautiful. I opened Kelsey's door slowly. I then saw Kelsey playing on her grand piano. She was practicing something. She said, "Lot 666, chandelier in pieces. You may recall a strange affair with The Phantom of the Opera. A mystery never fully explained. We are told ladies and gentlemen that this is the very chandelier which figures in the famous disaster. Our workshops have restored it, and fitted parts with wiring for the new electric light, so that we may get a hint what it may look like when re-assembled. Perhaps we may frighten away the ghost of so many years ago, with a little illumination! Gentlemen!" She then started playing a repeated melody. Until it started to become a violent brawl over the keys. She abruptly stopped. She was panting after banging on the keys. "Mademoiselle, what are you writing?"
She gasped as she heard my voice. She turned around to face me. "Uh... a score..."
"A score huh? What is it about?"
"If I tell you, you won't get mad about it right?"
"I promise ma cherie. Now, tell me."
"It is the story of you and mother. A love story. It is exactly what happened at the opera house. I call it 'The Phantom of the Opera.'"
I was shocked. She was seriously going to make a musical out of this? Unbelievable.
"Oh... so what was that ruckus I heard outside your door?"
"It's the overture! Kind of the title song, ya know."
I nodded. "Can I hear it?"
"Well, I kinda need an organ to play it."
"No worries. I have one in my lair."
"I never thought of it. Let's go!"
Kelsey sounded like a little, playful, innocent girl again. Kelsey got up from the piano and walked to the door with me. Christine was STILL outside in the hallway. "Dear, I am taking our daughter down to my lair for a moment so she can play her melody. Care to join us?" Christine just smiled, "I guess it wouldn't hurt!" I turned back around and headed towards the mirror in the room. "Father, what are you doing?"
"You know how I have all these trap doors, and secret passages right?"
She nodded.
"Then, this is one of them." With a snap of my fingers, the mirror slid to one side, revealing a winding staircase leading down to my lair. Kelsey peered in the entranceway and gasped. I knew that would happen because Christine was like in Lala Land when she first saw my lair. Kelsey was the first one. (Of course.) Christine, and then I stepped into the mirror.