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Christine followed Meg the next day to practice for the new Ballet "Il Muto". There was bustling about and Christine heard people mumbled about the way Jeanne acted that previous night after Hannibal. Christine was still annoyed at the fact that her mentor and new friend was not there to greet her after her breath taking performance as Alyssa. She tried her hardest to impress Jeanne but not even a real congratulation was in store for the lonely 16 year old; she was now a star and she wanted most importantly for Jeanne to notice that. At the same time she was worried about her as well. She overheard other ballerina's, who were apparently Jeanne's closer friends, speak that she had gone mad last night and that she might have taken some narcotics and finally took a turn for the worst. Others say she is just upset that she isn't dancing anymore and trying to get attention, Christine honestly was too upset to even ask Jeanne about her issues after yesterday's performance.

Christine's thoughts were interrupted by the high pitched whisper of Meg's voice.

"I heard Jeanne is coming to watch our practice session today and shadow Maman, you know she is taking over next week officially."

"Oh, how nice," Christine sarcastically dropped a word, "she has a lot of backbone to show her face; she didn't even come to see me after the performance!"

Meg stopped before entering the back stage. "Christine," she put her hand on her beautiful friend's shoulder, "I found her last night around midnight, lying in the grass drenched. She was not herself last night, you should forgive her."

"That's no excuse," Christine scoffed, "even if I was so upset or whatever Jeanne was, I would have still came."

Meg sighed and took Christine's hand, dragging her towards practice. How can Christine have become so big-headed only after this one starring role she had?

Jeanne walked to the front of the stage and knew she would get the worst glares from all of her friends. She knew what they were saying about her, the walls were thin at the Opera last night. They all thought she had a drug overdose or that she had gone mad that her position was taken by Margery. All of that was a lie, if anyone saw her and Gaston last night they would have known, but they still wouldn't because none of them knew that she was the wife of the Phantom of the Opera! They didn't know the truth and she wasn't about to say anything now, even though she wished she could. She wished she could go with Gaston. There was no way she could love someone else since she was married. So many thoughts were swirling through her head but she promised Madame that she would be there to watch how she helped with teaching and practicing with the ballerinas.

The only smiling face she saw in the crowd when everyone was finally coming around to the main stage was Antoinette Giry's.

"Oh Jeanne, darling," Madame Giry pointed to the benches across the way, "please sit here."

As she went to go sit, Jeanne's prophecy came through and all of the girls stared and mocked her with their eyes. Some were disappointed, others amused. The silence and the stares were broken by the noise of shuffling footsteps.

"Ah," Madame began, "your younger students have finally decided to grace us with their presence."

Jeanne looked up and saw Meg and Christine both staring at each other than Christine's eyes met Jeanne's.

"Oh, Christine…" Jeanne whispered to herself, realizing her mistake.

"We are sorry Maman." Meg was quiet; she knew this must have been an awkward situation for Jeanne.

"Prima Donna," Madame stomped her cane to the floor, breaking Christine's glare at Jeanne, "now please be ready to learn your dances."

"Yes, Madame." Christine took her eyes away.

No, Jeanne was not about to feel pity for not coming to see Christine after the Opera, Erik loved her and adored her and she had stolen him away from her. Well his heart for the matter. This was not time to feel guilt, on the other hand how would she have known that I didn't come see her when she spent the night with Jeanne's husband!

"Christine," Jeanne began. Christine stood still, her eyes back at Jeanne.

"Yes."

"I was surprised you were still dancing," Jeanne smirked, realizing how much of a con this lonely girl really was.

"Jeanne, please sit back down." Madame Giry advised. Jeanne knew that the Madame knew of Christine's disappearance, but this wasn't her fault. What was Antoinette to do? She couldn't stand up to Erik, only Jeanne could and now only Christine can.

"Well, Madame Cayette for your information I enjoy dancing as much as singing. I am the best of both worlds you see. Oh, pardon me. I meant to say Mademoiselle Cayette." That hit Jeanne hard. If only this little girl knew…if only.

"Christine, hold your tongue!" Madame Giry was furious now, she knew what was going on, she had to stay neutral.

"What a pity, your voice sounded just like an Angel last night. It's a pity you are still dancing I would have thought you would have become our leading Soprano." Jeanne back lashed at the 16-year old diva.

"What did you say, Jeanne?" Christine's eyes widened.

"You sound just like the Angel of Music; all of those secret lessons must be paying off."

Before Christine could slap that smirk off of Jeanne's face they were interrupted by Andre and Firman, the managers of the Opera.

"Dear Monsieur Leroux, we would love to show you around the Opera a bit. Here we are having practice for our new Opera, Il Muto."

The entire ballerina's turned and sighed when they saw Gaston. All greeting him with respect, rising up their skirts and lowering their leotards for more cleavage before he could notice.

"Oh, no," Jeanne thought, "No, Gaston…"

"Please everyone, I would like to introduce a great author, Gaston Leroux, he has honored us by writing a story about the Opera Garier," Firman's loud voice echoed in the theatre.

"Oh please, no need, I am just a man with a pen and some paper."

All of the ballerina's giggled and tried to get his attention. Jeanne could see the desperate looks on their faces, but he showed no interest in any of them.

As he walked past the ballerina's meeting all of them, he passed Christine and Meg.

"Miss Daae, a pleasure."

"Yes, the same," Christine whimpered.

Then he met Jeanne's eyes. Something in him made his skin pale, the same with her. His eyes, cold as if not to show his weakness. Jeanne was too scared by his face to look further she had to turn away. As he passed her, he didn't say a word, is eyes lingered for a moment on hers then he turned away as if nothing happened; as if she didn't matter.

Christine witnessed this exchange and could see something was not right.

"Christine, was is the matter?" Meg asked her.

"He hates me, he truly hates me," Jeanne thought. She held back tears, she was very good at that.

"Now I understand why Jeanne was not here last night, it's Monsieur Leroux. He looked at her, but then nothing. I know that look. Something happened between them." Christine smiled, this was perfect. Jeanne was upset and paying for not seeing her last night.

"Everyone please, back to rehearsals," Madame Giry beckoned the girls.

As the girls danced, Gaston Leroux sat in the audience with the Managers, but his eyes never left Jeanne's and hers never left his…

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