Rose's POV
After Nadir left, Erik brought me back to the floor level of the opera. I went back to the dorm and tried to find something to amuse myself. I dug around in my purse, and found nothing when I bumped my iPhone and a light flooded the bag.
"What?" I said to myself. I grabbed my phone and saw that it was indeed lit up and fully charged.
"Hey," I shoved the phone in my bag and turned toward the voice that belonged to Christine.
"Hi." I said back.
"Meg and I are going to lunch with Raoul. She asked if you wanted to come too."
I honestly dreaded the thought of meeting Raoul. The fop, I mean. The man who constantly and I mean constantly, calling Erik an abhorrent demon. No, I didn't want to see Raoul, but I had no excuse to say so. I had to.
"Fine" I sighed, dropping my purse on the dresser and following out of the room. We walked in silence and I couldn't help but wonder what Christine was thinking about. Was she thinking about Raoul? Was she thinking about me and Erik? My mind wandered off to wonder if Raoul had proposed to her yet. I hadn't seen him around at all. I snuck a glance at her left hand and didn't see anything. Oh well.
"So who is Raoul? I don't believe we've met…"
Her eyes lit up. "That's right! You haven't met him! He's wonderful! I think you'll like him."
Right, I thought.
When we got to the foyer, I saw Meg talking with Raoul. Christine walked up and held Raoul's arm. Meg seemed to be happy when she saw me coming and headed to me.
"My God, I'm glad you're here. You have no idea how boring it is to converse with him, if that's what you call conversing." She whispered.
"I'm sure I'm not any better."
"Sure."
Raoul walked up to me and held out his hand, smiling. "Who might this be? I haven't met her yet."
"I'm Rose." I said, taking his hand.
"She's a new ballerina. She just came a little less than two months ago."
I can't believe it's been two months already. I felt a bit guilty from not missing my friends and my family as much as I probably should be, but I've been super sidetracked.
"Come on, Rose!"
After lunch, Christine stayed with Raoul and Meg went to visit her mother. I feel bad for stereotyping Raoul so much. He was quite nice and polite. Not once did he say anything rude or imply anything rude either. He was super nice and really just an overall good person. I hate the way everything in the future makes him sound awful. That is probably the end of ever writing any fanfictions about an evil Raoul.
I had nothing to do, so I stayed behind and got my phone out of my bag. Hopefully this time I won't be interrupted.
After a couple of failed games of Flappy Bird, I decided to look through my camera roll. It surprised me how many pictures I've taken- around three thousand.
"What is that?" I heard somebody ask from behind me.
I jumped and faced the voice, holding my phone behind my back. My shoulders slumped back down and I became less tense when I saw it was Erik.
"It's a phone."
"A phone?" It was kind of funny, the clueless face that he wore.
"Yeah… um, you use it to talk to people who are far away, or take pictures, or play games…"
"Play games? On that thing?" I took it from behind my back.
"Well, it's not a game that you play, but you…" I sighed. "It's super hard to explain."
"May I see?"
I bit my lip. Would this mess anything up?
"You have to promise to keep this to yourself. I don't want to mess up time or whatever."
He nodded. I arched my eyebrow.
"I promise." He said. I took the phone out from behind my back.
"It's really cool."
"Cool?"
"I need to carry around a dictionary… Cool means fun or amazing or something along those lines."
"Ah."
I pressed the home button and flopped on the bed. He sat on the edge while I tried to get YouTube up. No connection. Duh. I worry for my sanity sometimes. Plan B. Flappy Bird. This ought to be interesting…
"Here." I said, slipping the iPhone into his hands. "You have to tap every time you want the bird to go up." I said, pointing to… Is that a duck? I've never questioned it. "You have to go through those little holes in the pipes."
"Why? What's the point?"
"I don't know, it's supposed to be fun."
He shook his head as he died three times in a row. "I prefer music."
I grabbed the phone back from him. "It has that too!"
Jokes can't kill people, right? I scrolled down through my albums and tapped Phantom of the Opera, then tapped Music of the Night. Erik jumped as the song flooded from the speakers.
"See, I told you…" He grabbed the phone and looked at the screen in wonder and fear at the same time.
"These people are stalkers." I giggled.
"Did you write any of those songs down?" I asked.
"All"
"That'd be the reason, then. This guy, Gaston Leroux went down there later. I don't know if he actually got into your lair, but he went down there." I skipped the part of him finding Erik's skeleton, because I figured it would be a bit freaky. "That's where he came with the story of Phantom. He claimed it to be true, but nobody believed him. I didn't either quite frankly, until recently."
He handed me the phone back, a shocked look still present on his face.
"You said you can take pictures?"
"Yes, it's like having a portrait, but it's real life. Wow, I'm really bad at explaining things. Here." I put the screen facing us and took a picture. It wasn't a good picture, Erik was just staring into the camera and I was almost breaking out in giggles, but it was only to demonstrate. I'm still never going to delete it. Ever.
"See? Easier to do it than explain."
He looked at the screen.
"Do you have any other pictures?"
"If we looked at them all, we would be here all night."
He shrugged his shoulders. "I have all night."
"Fine."
For the rest of the night we looked at pictures. I think we were almost through them all when I drifted off.
WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT?