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Christine's POV

It had been three days since I passed out onstage. Of course the papers were filled with rumors, with such headlines as "Star soprano worked too hard?" or "Leading soprano drops during performance due to stress and illness". Many of them weren't true, and nobody but the performers knew the true story.

Madame Giry almost never let me leave the room for the past two days. She had always been very touchy about such situations, and today I felt healthy enough to continue my normal life.

"Christine!" Meg squealed when she saw me "Oh, how we've missed you during practices! It seems so strange without my Chrissi!"

"Oh, Meg!" I laughed "I've missed you too!"

"Come," She pulled my hand "We have practice!"

She led me to the stage, where surprisingly, everybody was already there. When I walked in, everybody clapped for me!

I could feel my cheeks burn as I went to stand by the other ballerinas.

"Ladies and gentleman!" Madame Giry announced "We have some very exciting news! After our last performance, two ballet and theatre scouts have invited a select group of six dancers and performers to take a couple of classes in London free of charge for one month!"

We knew that scouts were coming, so we knew something like this would happen. It wasn't a total surprise to anyone, but now there was competition.

Some girls squealed, some smiled, while others glared at each other. So many talented people were standing before me, so I knew I wasn't chosen to go. I passed out half way through my solo anyways.

"The performers who were chosen are as follows:" Meg grabbed on to me excitedly.

She read off about five names, and there were two girls and three boys.

I glanced at Meg. She closed her eyes as her mother explained that there was one name left.

"The last performer leaving for London is…. Christine!" She glanced at me.

I stared at her with a stupid look plastered across my face. "Say something!" I thought as everyone turned towards me. I looked at Meg, as she was clapping for me.

I smiled and sighed happily, as I walked up with the other performers. Carlotta wasn't chosen, so she stomped off. But that was expected, so nobody went after her.

There must have been some mistake. I passed out onstage! I was on the front of all the newspapers! I didn't even finish my solo!

"Now you all," Madame Giry turned to the six of us, "You are leaving tomorrow morning on the train to London. Now I know it's unexpected, but are all of you able to go?"

None of us said a word, and Madame Giry's face lit up.

"Oh, I'm so excited for you all! Now go and pack your things!"

I glanced at the group. I knew every single one of them by name, after all, I've known them for a very, very long time. Some of them at least.

The girls were Samantha Rose, and I had always been a friend of hers. She was about four years older than me, and I looked up to her as an older sister in a way. Her hair was a deep black, and she had olive skin. I wasn't surprised when I heard her name, because she's very talented.

The next girl chosen was Leslie. Come to think of it, I don't know anything about her. All I know is that she's been our Prima Ballerina for years, and that she was at least six years older than me.

Elizabeth was chosen, and I didn't know much of her either. She was always nice to me, and I liked her very much. But we were never as close as Samantha Rose and I.

The boys that were chosen were Jaque, Dominic, and to my surprise, Piangi. He obviously was not taking part in dance, but after all, he was a very talented performer. Jaque I've known for a while, and I think he is about my age, although he's only been performing here for a couple years. His beach blonde hair and blue eyes stand out in a way. He was quite handsome, but I never really talked to him. Dominic is one of the only performers I had no idea they existed. But his talent did make him stand out, now that I think of it.

Samantha Rose and I walked upstairs together, squealing about how fun this would be. I had so many thoughts and questions. What about Meg? What would Erik say? One month?

I finally reached my room and began to pack lots and lots of things. Madame explained that we were to buy some new clothing over there, and hopefully lots of it. Regardless, I packed my tutus and bows, along with my makeup, and a few books. I also packed a beautiful journal I received for my graduation, and I figured now would be the time to use it.

I began to hum to myself when I felt a jolt on my shoulders.

"Leaving so soon, are you?" The voice said sternly.

My body shivered as I whipped my head around, although I didn't even have to. I knew who it was.

"Erik-"

"We must continue somewhere else." He whispered. "They musn't hear you, or they will think you are speaking to yourself!"

He pulled me through the mirror, and down the stairs. For some reason, every time we made this journey it was in awkward silence.

When we finally arrived I began abruptly.

"Why are you so concerned with me leaving?" I asked

"Christine, a month! That's a long time to be away from such a place as this!"

'I'm sure I can handle it!" I said half-jokingly "I'm not some little girl anymore!"

"You're eighteen, Christine! You should know what happens to young girls when they're on their own!" He yelled.

"Erik, I'm not going to be alone!" I sighed. "You can't rule over me! You can't control my life!"

"I gave you your voice!" He screamed, walking over to me and death grabbing my wrists "And I have the power to take it away!"

"Sure!" I laughed, only making him grip harder "Let go of me!"

He did as he was told and backed away, putting his hands on the organ, and staring down at the instrument.

"The truth is, Christine," He began "I've watched you as you've grown into a beautiful young woman. It seems like only yesterday you were running around the theatre with Meg. You've grown so much, and you sound like an angel with every word you sing. I know that someone as horrible as me could never be deserving of someone like you, but the truth is, I love you."

He stared back at me with his sad eyes, as I was unclear of what to say next. Did I love him back? Sure, but I wasn't certain what kind of love it was. I loved Meg as a friend, and I loved Madame Giry as my own mother. But what did I love Erik as?

I didn't know, but I walked over to him, and hugged him tight. Obviously shocked by my actions, he was completely still for a moment, and then hugged me back.

I gazed up at him as he quietly choked out,

"Nobody's ever hugged me before."

Awwwww!

So yep. That's chapter ten folks.

I want to extend a huge thank you to everyone who's read, reviewed, and followed this story from Chapter one. I think being on chapter ten is a milestone, (for me at least) and I wouldn't be here without you all.

LOVE YOU!

~ChristineDaaePOTOLND