Christine's P.O.V.
Last night, the Troupe did another beautiful and brilliant performance. I tried to find Caylin last night but was unable to. My Angel or rather the Phantom came to me last night demanding what I wanted learn from Peter that he couldn't teach. I told him I wanted to learn to belt. He was stumped. He didn't know how to do it anymore more than I did. Now I was looking for Caylin. I couldn't find her anywhere. I found Peter talking to Madame Giry. "Excuse me Monsieur, but can you tell me where Caylin is?" I asked him when I went up to him. Peter sighed heavily. "Miss Daae, I'm sorry but Caylin will not be seeing anyone today" he told me. "Why?" I asked him. In the short amount of time I've known her, I've learned it wasn't like her to want to stay away from everyone. "Miss Daae, Madame Giry, get the managers and the Vicomte as well. There's something I need to tell you all" Peter insisted. He took me with Madame Giry into the managers' office. Firmin, Andre and Raoul were there already but it looked like they were talking. When they saw us walk in, they stopped. Peter sat us down and began talking.
Peter's P.O.V.
"A criminal is on the loose. His name is Jon Donnelly and we believe he's after Caylin" I explained to them, "It would mean a lot to us if we get more security here in case he tries to break in."
"Why would he be after Miss O'Malley?" Raoul asked.
"That is on a need to know basis" I told him. "This is a private matter and only Caylin can give permission for you to know anything about this. I just need to know that she will be protected." The managers looked at each other and gave me their consent. Madame Giry didn't seem to like the idea. After the consent was given, I got up and left the managers' office. "M. Marquez" I turned and saw Madame Giry.
"I don't think getting more security is a good idea" she told me. "Why?" I asked folding my arms "Is there something you don't want them to find?" That silenced her. "I'm not a fool Madame Giry. I know you know more than anyone here about Opera Ghost. If you can remain silent on such matters, my Troupe and myself shall remain silent on anything we want as well" I argued making my message clear surprised that she didn't learn from the last time. Madame Giry seemed to realize she wasn't going to change my mind. She did however take something out of her pocket.
"'E told me to give you this. It's for Miss O'Malley" she reported, gave me the note and walked away. I held the note in my hands and went back to the studio. Caylin was there with everybody providing her comfort. We knew her history. Caylin explained everything to Yves this morning, so he was still scared and in shock about it. When Caylin told me she wasn't seeing anyone today, what she really meant was nobody on the outside. We will do our show tonight, but Caylin will be kept away from the public and from those outside the Troupe as well. While the shows we perform are a big thing, my actors come first. Always. I made sure the studio doors were locked.
"Caylin, you got a note from Erik" I told her as I handed her the note. She kept me informed of all their meetings. Caylin opened the note and read it out loud.
"Caylin,
You were sublime! I cannot imagine anyone who could fill a performance better than you. I look forward to seeing you perform tonight and for however long you will be here. I want to see you in the usual place above the stage. Meet me there in an hour.
Erik
"Peter, I can't go and see him. I'm not ready to deal with anyone on the outside right now" she told me. "Can you write him a note explaining?" I suggested. Caylin smirked. "I know nothing about him. Why should he know anything about me?" she threw back and got a piece of paper and a pen writing something quickly on the paper. I knew what Caylin was saying. She didn't know his past, never saw more than what she saw in the catacombs, and the list went on. All she really knew about him was his rigidness, temper, him having God knows how many secrets and his desire for Christine Daae. When Caylin finished writing on the paper, she folded the paper and gave it to me. She told me where above the stage to go and wait for him. Even though I felt nervous, I did what she asked. I waited in that spot above the stage for him to show up. After waiting for what felt like forever, I saw him out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look at him.
"You're the Phantom of the Opera. I'm here to pass on a message" I explained to him as calmly and quickly as I could.
"Where's Caylin?" he demanded in a low voice.
"In the studio" I answered, "She's not seeing anyone today. I'm sure you've already heard what happened concerning the criminal Jon Donnelly."
"I have. The extra security will not be needed. They will leave my theatre" he said to me in stern voice. I looked him in the eye.
"You don't know him like I do. And you don't know Caylin like I do either. Don't assume you can handle everything by yourself" I said to him feeling slightly better. I held out Caylin's note. "She asked me to give you this" I told him. Erik took the note from my hand and read it silently.
"What does she mean by she's not ready to see me?" He demanded angrily. I kept calm but was surprised by his reaction. I didn't think it would be so strong. She must have had some kind of effect on him and didn't know it. I didn't want to get in the middle.
"Ask her when she's ready" was all I told him and I walked away.
Erik's P.O.V.
Erik,
I'm not ready to see you or anyone else right now. I need to be alone right now.
Caylin
I couldn't believe that was all she wrote to me. She didn't even explain why didn't want to see me. I don't care what she says. I'm going to see her. One problem, the studio she was staying in was only one I could never figure out how to in. There was always solid, sound-proof walls and it was the same with the ceiling. So I did the only thing I could think of. I stayed near the door waiting for it to open.
Caylin's P.O.V.
I was NOT going to tell Erik my past. If he refused to tell me anything about his, I'm not going to tell him anything about mine. Yves came over to me.
"Y-y-you have t-t-to g-g-get up. There's a s-s-show t-tonight" he tried to convince me. I just smiled at him. I hadn't gotten up all day except for washing up, getting dressed and for when I had to go to the bathroom.
"Yves is right Cay" Heather said coming over kneeling next to me, "We have to get ready. You can't skip out on a performance because your past has come back to haunt you. The best way to fight this is to keep going. Don't let him know you're scared of him."
"Easier said than done Heather" was my response.
"Ok, that's it. We've got to perform tonight, the show must go on and I think we've had enough gloom and bitterness for one day" Rob shouted out. He got the musicians to get there instruments ready and started to sing.
C' mon everybody and snap your fingers now
C' mon everybody clap your hands real loud
C' mon everybody take a real deep breath
And repeat after me
I love my baby Heather went right to him showing off her ring
I love my baby
Hey, hey, hey and my baby loves me
C' mon everybody and whistle this tune right now We all whistled with Rob and everyone was getting up to join in a dance. I was the last one to get to dance.
C' mon everybody and stomp your feet real loud We all stomped our feet a couple of times
C' mon everybody take a real deep breath Then we all joined in
And repeat after me
I love my baby
I love my baby
Hey, hey, hey and my baby loves me
Well there ain't nothing wrong with the long-haired music Rob sang by himself
Like Brahms, Beethoven and Bach
Well I was raised with a guitar in my hand
And I was born to rock
Well, come on everybody and turn your head to the left
C' mon everybody and turn your head to the right
C' mon everybody take a real deep breath
And repeat after me
I love my baby
I love my baby
Hey, hey, hey and my baby loves me
The music continued to play and we were all dancing. Because this wasn't performance, none of us worried about losing ourselves and what not. At this point, we were doing nothing but making things better by having fun and goofing off. I started to sing with Heather.
Well there ain't nothing wrong with the long-haired music
Like Brahms, Beethoven and Bach
Well I was raised with a guitar in my hand
And I was born to rock Rob had picked it up
Well, come on everybody and turn your head to the left
C' mon everybody and turn your head to the right
C' mon everybody take a real deep breath
And repeat after me
I love my baby We all sang together
I love my baby
Hey, hey, hey and my baby loves me
Oh Yeah! Rob finished.
We were all laughing. I really needed that and it felt great. Peter came into the room. We knew it was time to prepare for the show.
"Caylin, I need to ask you something?" Dave called to me as we left the room.
"Sure" I answered. Dave took me to a corner. I had a feeling I knew what he wanted to take about.
"Adam has been wanting to get intimate for a while. Since we got here, we haven't had any time for ourselves. He's starting to get a little nuts and to be honest, so am I" he explained in a voice so low only I could hear it.
"Dave, I wish I could help you. I really do. If I knew of a place where nobody could find out about you guys, I'd tell you but I don't. You haven't had any luck with usual resources?" I asked him using the kind of voice he just used.
"We're supposed to find out tonight. I hope we get some good news because I don't know how much longer I can take it. In the show, I'm supposed to be your ex-lover" Dave responded laughing a little bit. I laughed with him.
"You'll find a place for you and Adam tonight. I'm sure of it. Paris is a big city, There's gotta be something here" I replied lightly hitting his arm.
"I hope you're right Caylin. Well, we'd better get ready. I'll see in a bit" Dave sighed.
I chuckled telling him not to worry. I gave him a kiss on the cheek and ran to the dressing as quickly as I could not wanting to deal with anyone, especially Erik.
Erik's P.O.V.
Caylin kissed that man. My blood boiled inside me. I waited until she was gone before I moved toward the man. I didn't care he was a part of her group, I will not let any man come between us. The man started to walk away from with heavy steps. I reached into my cloak and pulled out my rope. Suddenly the man was pulled into a corridor. I followed him and did not except to see this. What I saw was the man kissing on the lips and touching all over, not a woman but another man! And the man he was doing those thing with was doing the same things to him too!
I quickly ran away before they heard me. I stopped when I got above the stage. What was wrong here? I always thought a man would love a woman, not another man. All I could feel right now was shock and confusion. I can't understand this. Was that all in my head? It couldn't have been. I need to find Caylin and ask her what is going on.
Caylin's P.O.V.
I was able to lose myself and show was well received. After changing into a regular long-sleeved red, blue and green plaid shirt and black pants, I stretched backstage. I felt ready to talk to those outside the Troupe now.
I felt happy for Dave and Adam. They were able to find place for themselves for their private moments. I didn't want to know anything they did in bed together, nor did I even want to think about it or picture it.
Isobel came over to me running with Sparky and Yves behind her. Yves has been talking to Isobel more which is good. Slowly, but surely, he's opening up.
"Caylin, can you sing something for me, Yves and Sparky?" she asked me with her eyes filled with hope. I smiled at her.
"Sure, but I need my guitar" I answered her. Yves came over with my guitar in his hands. I smiled slyly at him.
"You knew I would say 'yes' didn't you?" I asked him with a look on my face.
He smirked which told me yes.
I found a stool and sat on it while tuning the guitar. I heard Madame Giry talk to Peter a little bit.
"Why will she not sing for 'im when asked, but when that girl asked 'er, she said 'yes' without 'esitation?" Madame Giry asked Peter harshly. I knew she was talking about Erik. There have been numerous occasions when we had talks, he would ask me to sing for him. I refused him every time. I wouldn't do it if all he wanted was to hear me sing and very likely control me. I will NOT let him treat me like he treated Christine. I knew Peter wasn't going to tell her that. He knew Madame Giry meant Erik as well, but he answered with another truth: "She always had a soft spot for children."
I had my guitar ready.
"Ready kids?" I asked Yves and Isobel. They nodded eagerly. I sat on the stool with leg on the brace connecting the stool's legs together to balance my guitar. Sparky was lying down all comfortable. I began to play my guitar and sing to kids.
This love, it is a distant star
Guiding us home wherever we are
This love, it is a burning sun
Shining light on the things that we've done
I tried to speak to you every day
But each word we spoke
The wind blew away
Could these walls
Come crumbling down?
I want to feel
My feet on the ground
And leave behind
This prison we share
Step into the open air
How did we let it come to this?
What we just tasted
We somehow still miss
How will it feel
When this day is done,
And can we keep
What we've only begun?
And now these walls
Come crumbling down
And I can feel
My feet on the ground
Can we carry this love that we share
Into the open air?
Into the open air,
Into the open air,
Into the open air,
This love, it is a burning sun
The kids applauded when I finished.
"One more song" Isobel begged me. I sighed.
"One more song and that's it. I need to go to bed. I'm tired" I gave in.
"Yay!" Isobel cheered hugging Yves. Yves' face became red all over, not used to the contact. I chuckled at Isobel's recent action. I called to Peter, "You think you can help me with this one?" I asked him.
"Sure why not" Peter answered. He came right over and stood next to me.
I strummed the guitar and began the next and last song for the night.
Though I may speak some tongue of old
Or even spit out some holy word
I have no strength with which to speak
When you sit me down and see I'm weak
We will run and scream
You will dance with me
We'll fulfill our dreams and we'll be free
We will run and scream
You will dance with me
We'll fulfill our dreams and we'll be free
We will be who we are
And they'll heal our scars
Sadness will be far away
So I had done wrong but you put me right
My judgment burned in the black of night
When I give less than I take
It is my fault my own mistake
We will run and scream
You will dance with me
We'll fulfill our dreams and we'll be free
We will be who we are
And they'll heal our scars
Sadness will be far away
Peter had sung the chorus with me. It felt great.
"Ok kids, I'm tired and I want to go to bed. You two go on a head. I'll catch up with you" I told the kids. Yves took my guitar back. Peter went with them. Not wanting to deal with Madame Giry I walked away. The second I left the stage, the feeling in my spine came to me again.
"Not now Erik" I retorted.
"How did you know it was me?" he asked. I never told him about the feeling in my spine and I wasn't about to now.
"I'm not in the mood" I told him feeling annoyed and began to walk away.
"I need to talk to you" he called as I walked away.
"No you don't" I argued back as I kept walking away.
He showed up right in right of me. How does he do that? Just as I was about to walk away I heard from him "Why were two men from your Troupe kissing and touching each other?" I froze.
OK people, cliffhanger. How is Caylin going to explain to Erik about Dave and Adam? How will Erik react when she explains everything?
I hope I'm doing good in writing this. Please review. They mean A LOT to me.
"C'mon Everybody" belongs to those involved with the musical "All Shook Up"
"Into the Open Air" belongs to Julie Fowlis
"Learn Me Right" belongs to Birdy featuring Mumford & Sons
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