After the four and final act of the opéra the managers marched the ridged patrons to the Grand Foyer. Lindsay had no desire to reprise the evening's previous roles. The large crowd of varying fabrics had yet to take notice of the new owners.

"Well Victome, Comtesse, I believe we have made quite a discovery with Madmoiselle Daaé." Monsieur Firmin stated as they walked down the stairs.

"Perhaps we could present her to you both?" Monsieur André pitched in hopefully.

"Gentlemen, if you do not mind this is one visit I would like to make unaccompanied." The Vicomte requested with a charming smile. He took Lindsay's hand once more before leaving. "Comtesse." He said as a parting.

"It would appear they have met before." Monsieur Firmin concluded after the Victome's departure. Monsieur André agreed and seemed dismayed.

"Do not take his words to heart, gentlemen. The Vicomte de Chagny merely yearns to rekindle an old flame." Linday instructed, she remained hopefully that their love affair would not consume them all. "Gentlemen, one important location I missed on my tour was the lavatory, could you point me in the direction of it please?"

The managers were helpful to show her the way to the bathrooms and they knew better then to escourt her there. Lindsay was grateful for the crowd, it made slipping out of sight blissfully easy. She made her way to the back of the theater. The numbers of people gathered began to thin out as she continued further on. Upon her travels she spotted Meg Giry amoung the mass. The blonde ballerina weaved in and out of clusters and kept her head high searching for someone. Lindsay could only guess who, and decided to follow her. Meg lead her to the dormitories and lower where the walls were made of stone. Lindsay pursued from a distance. As she moved closer to the stairs leading down to the Chapelle a luring voice chimed.

"Bravi, bravi, bravissimi..."

Meg was unphased or never heard it as she paced down the stairs singing. "Where in the world have you been hiding, really you were perfect." She cooed encouraged to an unseen figure. "I only wish I knew your secrect, who is this new tutor?"

Lindsay experienced difficulties when the two ballerinas began to speak with each other. Lindsay crept further down the stone steps to hear what they were staying. Christine was in the process of answering Meg's question about her new music teacher. Lindsay doubted that she had ever had one before or her rising talent would have been exploited sooner.

Christine reminded Meg of how she had come to train and live in the ballet dormitories after her father had died. Her mother had died when she was only six year olds. After that Christine and her father, Gustave, traveled around the country. Her arrival in Paris marked the beginning of her formal music training. She entered the Conservatoire de Paris and attended for four years. During her time at the school her father had died and Christine started to lose her passion for singing. By the end of the four years she hardly cared for it anymore.

When she left the conservatory Madame Giry brought her in to be apart of the ballet corps. Lindsay was suprised to see such a prominent relationship spring up between Meg and Christine despite the short time since they met. It was a true image of their strong friendship.

"Christine, do you believe that the spirit of your father is coaching you?" Meg asked and her friend nodded.

"Father once spoke of an Angel, I used to dream he'd appear. Now as I sing I can sense him, and I know he's real." Christine sang rising to her feet. She had been sitting on the floor while she had lit a candle for her father.

"Here in this room he calls me softly. Somewhere inside, hiding. Somehow I know he's always with me, he the unseen genius." Christine continued. She and Meg stood close together. Meg reached for Christine's hands to comfort her, the soprano had grown pale.

"Christine you must have been dreaming. Stories like this can't come true." Meg began while leading her towards the stairs. Lindsay swiftly hurried back and scoured the area for a hiding place. There was a mirror imbedded in the wall and she opened it. The panel slid to the side as she stepped through. Lindsay turned around to see a concerned Meg reach the top of the stairs. "Christine you're talking in riddles, and it's not like you." Meg finished as she helped guide the other ballerina's steps.

"Angel of music, guide and guardian, grant to me your glory." Christine sang gently.

"Who is this angel, this-" Meg added before being joined by her friend.

"Angel of music, hide no longer, secrect and strange Angel." The two of them sang harmoniously. Christine's soprano voice shined through while Meg's mezzo or alto danced below.

"He's with me even now,"

"Your hands are cold..."

"All around me,"

"Your face Christine, it white..."

"It frightens me."

"Don't be frightened..."

Lindsay listened to them as they walked further away from the Chapelle. She turned to look at what she had crossed over into. It was a tunnel exact to the one she had been in before when she had first viewed the auditorium. The system of passage ways was a twisting maze before her. It reminded her of the seven secret ones at Hogwarts, though those had become increasingly popular and were now patrolled. The ones at Hogwarts only went to and from, Lindsay could see just from her brief expodition that these trailed on unexpectedly.

As she rounded a corner Lindsay discovered another entry. The two way mirror was backstage by tables of props. She continued on curious as to where the stone corridor would lead her. The passage ways were dank and droplets made small puddles in some of the corners. The halls were not lit by any means so she bestowed it upon her self to do so with the use of Lumos.

The clear pulsing blue light filled every crack and crevice in the area. She continued on searching for the next mirror, she hoped that in the passing time the managers had forgotten about her and that the Opéra House would be closing its doors for the day. With everyone gone or asleep she could find a place to stay hidden for the night. It certainly would most deffienetly not be in the secret corridors for there was someone else residing in them.

Lindsay extinguished the light of her wand immediately, willing him not to see her. He stood a distance further down, watching the scene in front of him intently. Lindsay cast the Disillusionment Charm on herself to remain unnoticed. Her chameleon state blended in with her surroundings.

Silently she paced forward. It was he who had before told her the way to reach the auditorium. It was he who had played the organ masterfully, he who disappeared without a trace, he who had been deemed responsible for the fallen set piece, and he who had been watching the preformance from the rotunda. She was close enough to see that his clothing was the same, with the addition of a cape. Voices could be heard from the other side of the mirror and she turned her head to see who it was.

"Little Lotte let her mind wander. Little Lotte thought, am I fonder of dolls or of goblins or shoes?" The Vicomte sang nostalgically. He and Christine were sitting beside her dressing table.

"Or of riddles of frocks," Christine continued.

"Those picnics in the attic," The Vicomte said. "Or of chocolates?" He finished.

"Father playing the violin."

"As we read to each other dark stories of the north."

"No- what I love best Lotte said, is when I'm asleep in my bed, and the Angel of Music sings songs in my head, the Angel of Music sings songs in my head..." Christine sang and he joined her in the last line.

The two of them spoke with each other about the preformance and soon enough the Vicomte was inviting Christine to ride in his carriage to dine with him. He allowed her sometime to change while she protested him passively and unsuccessfully. He left the dressing room and closed the door behind him, unaware that it locked as he passed.

Christine strode over to where she changed her clothes behind a screen. Moments later she reappeared by the door claude in a white nightgown's robe. Underneath she still wore her ballet costume, her hand reached for the door handle before turning away. She walked to the chair beside the desk and with a heavy sigh said,

"Things have changed Raoul."

"Insolent boy, this slave of fashion! Basking in your glory! Ignorant fool, this brave young suitor, sharing in my triumph!" He roared. Thunder streched across the sky as lightning raked the clouds. The sky was fraught with icy shards as they pierced the delicate scene. The land rattled in its shell as the storm waged on. His voice boomed in the corridor and sounded from every direction in the dressing room.

Christine's back had arched as she stiffened in her seat. Slowly her head turned up to face the angered voice. Her eyes searched the room as she glanced from side to side. Lindsay stood still on the other side staring in awe at him. She had it figured out.

"Angel I hear you, speak I listen. Stay by my side, guide me. Angel my soul was weak, forgive me. Enter at last Master." Christine sang very much afraid.

"Flattering child you shall know me, see why in shadow I hide. Look at your face in the mirror, I am there inside." He sang warmly. Christine stood and paced around the room hopeful to see him. Hesitantly she did as he commanded and saw him. He was just beginning to appear in the mirror, his head was the only part illuminated.

"Angel of Music, guide and guardian, grant to me your glory. Angel of Music, hide no longer. Come to me strange Angel." Christine sang with her hands raised high to praise him.

"I am your Angel of Music. Come to the Angel of Music..." He hypnotically sang to her. He had captured her senses and lured her in closer. A rapping at the door came and he glared at it, as if his eyes would cause it to surrender. It was the Vicomte trying the handle and calling for Christine.

"Who's is that voice? Who is that in there?" The Victome questioned and demanded to know.

"I am your Angel of Music. Come to the Angel of Music..."

Christine reached for him in a daze. The mirror parted the seperation of space between them. She moved in a trance, with dream state eyes. Lindsay recoiled backwards to avoid colliding with them.

The door unlocked and opened itself and the Vicomte burst into the now barren room. He shouted as the light winked out "Christine? Angel!"