I'm here again with another chapter! If a few of you were confused in the last chapter as to how Shayla and a few of the cast members were suspended, it's quite simple. If you'll recall, Grace had referred Raven as Soleil's "companion" since she didn't really know what to call him after he had seen her, well, comfort her friend. It was Raven who had interfered. Now you know!

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The second half of the rehearsal went quite smoothly for Soleil this time. No one had wronged her with words of cruel hate, no one mocked every single move she made, and no one nor whispered things behind the innocent girl's back. She had nothing to fear or complain about, which was an absolute relief.

Well not exactly.

It was after rehearsal that the young woman had something on her mind. So much so that she was pacing back on forth on stage alone.

"I still have to give the phantom a piece of my mind for making me winner of the audition because of his influence!"

"But just how do I go about doing that?"

Soleil's mind was at a blank. The poor miss really had no idea how to communicate with the mysterious opera ghost. If he really is a ghost, it would be preposterous to simply speak to him. Having a seance might be possible, as the girl could find the simple materials, however, the problem with doing something so unorthodox was that the poor sun was afraid of such things and as a result, could never have the nerve to try to gather the materials, let alone conduct the seance.

Just then, another idea occurred to her.

"What if I wrote a letter to him?"

"A letter to whom?"

Slightly startled, Soleil turned around to see the source of the familiar voice.

It was Anton who was on the stage, staring at his unrequited love in a confused manner. In that case, Soleil explained about how she got the role and how it lead to the result of her coming up with the idea of writing a letter to the phantom. The noble boy nodded in perfect understanding as the dear girl started from explaining to ranting. The young man never stopped her from speaking even once, because he wanted to be able to know more about her. It was his strategy. Perhaps he would be able to receive information about this secret someone she had taken a fancy to. Clearly, though, the phantom was out of the question.

When the jet black haired girl was finished speaking, Anton made one final nod.

Then, he told Soleil some useful information as to how she could communicate with the enigma of an opera ghost.

Early Monday morning, the bright sun had arrived at the opera before the others and stepped upstairs to the exclusive box seat which had a five as the number. As she walked towards the box seat, she was thinking of what Anton had told her last night.

"I've actually heard rumours about this phantom. One of those rumours might be useful to you. There are five exclusive box seats for only the best of guests. One of those seats, number five, is apparently reserved for the phantom. If you leave a letter in the slot built into the seat, he should open it and read your message. That is, if he is a real person. If he's a ghost, then just leave the slot open so that he can read it. Seeing as he chose you as the lead, I'm sure he would understand and respond to your letter with an apology, or whatever it is you want from him. Although to be perfectly honest, I feel as though you'd be flattered that he would choose you. After all, you are quite fit for the role as a beautiful, clever, and charming lady."

Soleil slightly blushed at that last part, but shook off her thoughts as she arrived to the box seat. Looking around, the dear miss had a quick look around to see if anyone was around. But no one was there to her relief and paranoia.

"Alright...good...now to just put this inside and I can leave."

Opening the slot, the nervous sun had placed the paper inside in a rushed way and stood up to walk off until she heard footsteps coming towards the opera box. This made her panic very terribly. The poor girl was in a predicament where she would need to hide, but where? In her pandemic, she noticed the curtains and decided to hide in them. The left curtain the young woman had picked to dash for was able to surround her entire body, so practically speaking, she was hidden well. Another good thing was that the curtain reached all the way down to the floor, so her feet were hidden as well.\

Breathing a quick sigh of relief, Soleil stood as still as she could when the footsteps were becoming louder and louder. Was it the phantom? A different person? The poor miss couldn't tell as she was still frightfully afraid of the situation she was in. Suddenly, she heard the rustling of a paper. Was it the opera ghost reading her message? Soleil only half hoped it was him. That way, he could leave just as fast and she could take her leave as well. She thought she was hearing things though. Was that a chuckle coming from the phantom?

"How utterly amusing. I knew she was the right person to pick.", the mysterious ghost/perhaps man stated to himself.

"So it is the opera ghost. But why does his voice sound...familiar?"

"Well now, I should write a quick response."

"Could he be...? No, of course not! Of all the people...of everyone I know of...I don't-"

"There. Now that I have the response done, it's time I get to work. This opera won't work itself."

Humming a small song, the enigma went off into the shadows, as if vanishing into it. When the coast was clear, Soleil quickly went over to the slot, with curiosity taking over her. It was closed, so she opened it. Finding the paper inside it again, she took a look at the phantom's response which read:

My Dear Sun,

I apologize for any discomfort that I brought you with my verdict. Let us make a deal. In exchange for putting up with my verdict, I shall protect you from the spoiled child the other cast members call Shayla. If there is anything I don't want for you, it is your unhappiness. I expect great things from you rather than the brat, my Soleil.

Yours Truly,

O.G.

When the young lady had finished reading the message, she took it back and was about to go back, until she heard those familiar footsteps just moments ago!

"WHY NOW?! I HAVE TO HIDE!", she thought repeatedly in her brain, panicking all over again.

Using her left hand to swish open the velvet red curtain, Soleil was about to conceal her presence, until a black and leather gloved hand had grabbed her right wrist.

Imagine to her inevitable shock (even though she had a feeling it was him) that the poor girl would come to realize the part of the mystery behind many things would come together in that moment as she turned around slowly, with shivers still up her spine, and the twitching of her frightened head coming to like a small and delicate kitten.

Raven Forestier was right behind her.

Okay! That's a wrap for today! On Tuesday, I should hope to have the next chapter done! If not, I will let you all know! Please do follow and favoutrite if you really like this, and hey, tell me your opinions in the reviews! I hope to see you all next time! See ya! ^v^