Hey everyone! So I might as well come out with the fact that I am a total musical nerd! And here it is! Before you ask, this song is called Think of Me, and Andrew Lloyd Webber is the composer of the song. Enjoy!

Love, Otto!

The silence of the apartment surrounded her, reminding her of how lonely it was at night. It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Star's eyes wandered over the walls, pausing to look at the clock. 3 am. She couldn't sleep. She stood up, running her hands over her nightgown. At times like this she always felt a compulsion to sing. She wracked at her brain, trying to find a fitting song for the first time in her new apartment. Her lips parted, allowing her soft voice to escape.

"Think of me… think of me fondly when we've said goodbye." Her flute like voice cut through the silence of the room like a sharp knife.

"Remember me… Once in awhile, please promise me you'll try." Her skirt flowed behind her as she spun in a small circle as her voice picked up volume.

"When you find, that once again you long, to take your heart back and be free…" She smiled, allowing her singing to overtake herself. It was a nice feeling. Like nothing could bother her anymore.

"If you ever find a moment, spare a thought for me…" Star closed her eyes, her imagination taking over as she saw a theater filled to the brim with people, all listening to her sing on stage. Her nightgown transformed into a gorgeous ball gown, glistening in the stage lights.

"We never said, our love was evergreen, or as unchanging as the sea." Her imagination was in full force.

"But if you can still remember, stop and think of me…" She threw her hands off her heart to stand in a powerful stance. This part always made her feel strong, like she was in control. But it also made her feel lonely. Because she knew she didn't have anyone to love.

"Think of all the things we've shared and seen - don't think about the things which might have been…" Star didn't care how loud she got while she was singing. There was only one other person on this floor and she assumed it was a little old man. She thought that without his hearing aid he wouldn't be able to hear anything at night.

"Think of me, think of me waking, silent and resigned." She grabbed at her heart once more, letting the words take over her mind. "Imagine me, trying too hard to put
you from my mind."

Marco sat at his couch, sipping on the glass of water he got in his awakened state. He couldn't sleep. He didn't know why but he woke up at 2 and couldn't get back to
sleep. It was like something in his heart told him that he needed to be awake at this time.

"Recall those days, look back on all those times, think of the things we'll never do." A melodious voice echoed through the walls of his apartment. It was so beautiful.
Like a siren's call. Marco felt his body drawn in the direction of the music.

"There will never be a day, when I won't think of you…"

"Phantom of the Opera…" He whispered recalling the lines. His mind was telling him no, to just go back to sleep and forget that he ever heard his neighbor singing. But
his heart was telling him to sing in response, that something about this voice would change his life forever.

"Can it be? Can it be Christine?" His voice escaped his lips before he had the chance to stop it. It was too late to go back.

"Bravo!" Marco yelled into the air, moving towards the wall, his hand pressed against it, like the mysterious voice was just on the other side of it.

Star's eyes shot open at the sound of a male voice, singing in response. It was strong, like he knew what he was doing. She spun around staring at the wall. Walking up
to it she placed her hand on it, as if it would make it easier to hear.

"What a change! You're really not a bit the gawkish girl that once you were…" Marco's voice boomed from the other side of the wall, hoping to reach the mystery girl. His
hand trailed across the wall as he began making his way to his door. On the other side, Star followed the voice, in the direction of the hallway.

"She may not remember me, but I remember her…"

Star broke out of her trance, realizing it was her turn.

"We never said our love was evergreen," She sung in response, quickening her pace to the door, hoping with all her heart that she would get to meet this mystery man.

"Or as unchanging as the sea…" He belted out as he ran to the door, his hand against the doorknob.

The two of them stood there in silence, both of them held their doorknob with a crushing force, in fear of who it could be.

"But please promise me that sometimes you will think…" The two of them harmonized, their voices creating a lullaby that could lure even the most restless baby to sleep, as the two of them swung open their doors, and nearly crashed into each other.

Star looked up at the man, her eyes wide as her hands shot up to stroke at her hair. He was incredibly attractive. He had soft brown hair that seemed to be a little
messy, broad shoulders with two very muscular arms hanging from them, warm chocolate eyes that made her weak in the knees and a small smile on his face.

Marco looked down at the girl, his arm moving to scratch the back of his head in his embarrassment. Of course this girl had to be breathtakingly beautiful. Long blonde
hair that she stroked with her elegant fingers, crystal blue eyes, light pink lips that made his heart pick up pace and two hearts on her cheeks that made her look like a
princess from a fairytale.

"...Of me…" She whispered up at him, realizing that the silence was going on for too long and that the song was not yet complete.

His smile grew wider, almost sending Star to her knees. This wasn't happening was it? This had to be a dream.

He stuck his hand out to her, which Star immediately put her hand in to shake it. To her surprise and shock, he swept into a bow, pressing his lips to her hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet my Christine." He whispered, pulling up, still holding onto her hand. He was immediately regretting his boldness as her face was turning redder by the second.

"A-and It's nice to meet my Raoul." She squeaked out, her voice cracking in her flustered state.

Marco chuckled, letting go and standing up straight. "My name is Marco. I guess we live next to each other."

Star nodded furiously, trying to will the crimson out of her face. "I-I I'm Star! It's nice to meet you."

He smiled down at her, before taking a step back. "Well, we best be headed to bed."

She grinned sheepishly, taking a smaller step backwards. "Yes, that would probably be best."

He held his door open with a wide smile. "Oh and by the way. Next time you want to sing a duet, call me. I'll be there." He said with a wink, before closing the door. Once
the door was shut, he fell to the floor, burying his face in his hands.

"Oh my god she's so gorgeous what do I do did I make a good first impression oh my god oh my god." He rambled to himself quietly, in case she was still in the hallway. He had never felt this way about anyone before. He thought he was the only one on this floor! And then it turns out that the most beautiful, stunning, adorable girl
lived right next to him? This had to be a dream.

Star shut the door behind her, leaning against it. She let out a girly giggle in her lovesick daze.

"He was soooooooo hot and so cute and kind and funny and oh my gosh." She whispered to herself, holding her hand to her heart, trying to slow the fast pace of it. She thought he was an old man that lived next door. And it turned out to be the hottest guy on the face of the earth? This was too lucky. This couldn't be real.

As the two of them sat on their couches, they each had the same thought.

"Thank you Andrew Lloyd Webber."