I hate, hate, hate writers block. I am soooo sorry for not updating sonner, but I had that dreaded writers block. Plus I just finished finals at school. Please read and review. XOXO PhantomGirl13
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"Meg I thought you said there was no such thing as the Phantom of the Opera?" Christine said as the girls hurried backstage.
"Mother always told me stories, but I thought they were just that, stories. I mean they were wonderful tales about the Phantom of the Opera and his genius. My mother says he composes, he's an architect, a magician, and he sounded so wonderful," Meg said as the girls grabbed there things and went to leave.
"I feel a but coming," Christine said suspiciously.
"But my mother also said he was hideously deformed. That's why he haunts the opera, because he can not be seen or does not wish to be," Meg said looking around her as if someone was watching.
"It's odd; whenever I hear the so called Phantom it reminds me of Erik. Something in the voice," Christine said thoughtfully.
"You don't think…"
"It could be…"
"No...I'll talk to my mom about it," Meg said as the girls pounded the pavement outside.
"Your mom seems to know a lot about the Phantom. Why is that?" Christine said rather bluntly.
"She's worked at the theatre for like ever she's probably heard things," Meg defended.
"Miss Daae," a man said running up to the girls.
"Umm…yes," Christine said uncertainly. She instinctively backed up.
"You must stay away from the opera house. Bad things are going to happen. You must not go back," the man said fearfully. With that said he turned around and ran full speed.
"Wait!" Christine yelled chasing after the man. She rounded the corner and stopped. There was no one in sight.
"Christine what's going on?" Meg said running up behind Christine.
"I don't know," Christine said casting on last glance down the street.
"What did that man say?" Meg said quietly.
"He said to stay away from the opera house," Christine said. "He seemed so scared. He said something bad was going to happen."
"Maybe it was just Carlotta trying to get you to quit," Meg said trying to sound confident, but her voice faltered.
"Just after the Phantom speaks to me someone tells me something bad is going to happen. Do you think it could be an omen?"
"Christine I wouldn't let it bother you-"
"But it does," Christine said cutting Meg off. "Someone doesn't want me at the opera house. I have the right to know why."
"Then ask Erik tonight when you guys practice. If he really is the Phantom then he might know," Meg insisted.
That night Christine sang fro Erik. He said she still needed some practice before the cabaret performance, but she had improved. "You are taking a lot on your plate right now," Erik said as he put the sheets of music away.
"I know," Christine answered looking at the piano. "Erik what do you know about the Phantom of the Opera?"
"Why do you ask?" Erik said, his eyes flashing red for a moment.
"I've heard stories at the opera house and the dancers talk about him all the time," Christine said. She had noticed the flash in Erik's eyes so she didn't say much.
"The dancers make up stories when they run out of gossip," Erik spat bitterly.
"You didn't answer my question," Christine said.
"You shouldn't worry yourself about the Phantom. He will do you no harm. Don't listen to the dancers talk. They do not know what they speak of," Erik said getting up to leave.
Once Erik had left Christine sat down to ponder what he had said. He knew more then he would tell her. She didn't understand why everyone was so keen on hiding the Phantom's identity from her. 'What if Erik was the Phantom?' was the last thing she thought before she drifted off to sleep.