The next day was filled with organising. Erik had not yet asked Gustav Daaé if he and his daughter would accompany him. He knew that the answer would be yes. However, he felt slightly nervous as he made his way to the Daaé residence to ask Gustav Daaé. He sat down with the man, his daughter out at the market.

"I would like to use your music in an upcoming opera." He stated and Gustav's face lit up.

"I am honoured Monsieur, truly." Erik smiled, glad that he had made the man so happy.

"I would like both you and your daughter to accompany myself and Daroga to Paris." He demanded.

"You may stay in my townhouse and you shall rehearse in the opera house. Your daughter can spend some time with her friend and enjoy her first stay in the city." He argued his case, wanting Gustav and more importantly Christine to accompany him.

"I would be delighted, Monsieur and I am sure that Christine will be very happy also. When do we leave?" He asked. Erik was slightly nervous about this point.

"Tomorrow, Monsieur, at 10 AM. Is this an issue?" Gustav looked slightly taken aback, which worried Erik. But, soon enough, his face gained composure and he smiled at Erik.

"Of course, Monsieur. I will have Marie pack the bags and my staff will enjoy a well deserved holiday." Erik nodded, glad that things were falling into place.

André sat at his desk at midday, sorting through his letters. His hands stopped when he felt the obvious Phanom seal. He carefully opened the letter and peered down at the beautiful, yet obviously quickly written letter.

Firmin looked over to his friend when he came running into the theatre.

"What on earth is wrong, André?" He asked as he sat down next to Firmin.

"I have received a letter from you know who." Firmin's eyes widened as he looked down at the obvious red broken seal. He lead André out of the theatre and looked down at the letter and then back up to André.

"What does it say then?" He asked quickly.

"Oh yes, of course.

Dear Monsieur André,

I am writing you this letter to inform you that I shall be returning within the next few days. I wish to see my opera house in pristine condition when I return. I shall be bringing you a surprise, Monsieur, one I hope you will thoroughly enjoy.

Your faithful Servant,

OG"

André finished reading and looked up at Firmin, who had a worried expression plastered on his face.

"We need to get this place cleaned. NOW!" Firmin cried out, and they both ran straight to the maintenance office.

Christine fumed at her father for not asking her about this trip before agreeing to it.

"How long will we be gone?" She asked him helplessly.

"I do not know, Christine. For as long as Monsieur Giry wants us." She sighed, placing a hand over her eyes.

"When do we leave?" She asked, resigning all efforts to not participate in this trip.

"Tomorrow. I have asked for Marie to pack your clothes." She nodded, leaving the room.

Gustav knew that this was the right decision to make for his daughter. Monsieur Giry saw something in her that he could not see and the only way for her to progress was to continue singing his music. And to do that, she had to be in Paris. He no longer wanted his music to become famous, he wanted his daughter to become famous.