Hehe so let's see how Erik and Hope's first duet together goes :D

Reminder when singing: Hope is italics and Erik is bold, both are italics bold.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Phantom of the Opera, or the title song

Now enjoy the story lovelies

After Erik felt I was warmed up enough he closed the lid. I knew he only knew the lyrics so I knew we were going to a cappella this. I was suddenly feeling a tad bit nervous-mainly because I was basically singing for the Phantom himself!-and took a long deep breath.

Once I felt my nerves had died down a little I took one final deep breath. "In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came. That voice which calls to me and speaks my name...and do I dream again for now I find...The Phaaaantom of the Opera is there...inside my mind." I sang. Judging from Erik's smile, I take it I did good so far.

Erik gently grabbed my wrist and led me over back to the center of the room slowly. "Sing once again with me, our strange duet. My power over you," I rolled my eyes playfully and he glared at me playfully,"grows stronger yet."

"And though you turn from me to glance behind," I purposely looked over my shoulder and I felt him place a gentle index finger on my chin and guided me to look back at him,"the Phaaaantom of the Opera is there inside your mind." He sang with a smirk. He gently spun me around so my back would be turned to him. He let my wrist go and I raised an eyebrow. I looked over my shoulder and my eyes widen when I saw he was suddenly gone.

I swear Erik must be part Houdini!

I turned around and raised an eyebrow."Those who have seen your face draw back in fear. I am the mask you wear," I felt someone grab my hand and I was spun around to face a smirking Erik. "It's me they hear." He finished.

I smiled at him. "Your/My spirt and My/Your voice...in one combined," Erik took my other hand and guided me back to the center of the room slowly,"The Phantom of the Opera is there...inside My/Your mind." We sang.

"He's there...the Phantom of the Opera...beware...the Phantom of the Opera!" I sang.

He twirled me and wrapped his arms around me. "In all your fantasies you always knew...that man and mystery," I looked over my shoulder to look at him and smiled at him. "Were both in you..." I finished. He rested his chin on my head and I held his arms.

"And in this labyrinth where night is blind...the Phantom of the Opera is here," Erik let me go and twirled me around again so I would face him," inside My/Your mind." We sang. He brought my hand to his lips and pressed a tender kiss to my knuckles.

"He's there...the Phantom of the Opea...is there...the Phantom of the Opera!" I sang.

"Sing my mon bel ange brisé." He pleaded. What did he call me? His beautiful angel brisé? What is brisé? I took a deep breath and started to vocalize. He let my hand go and stepped back from me. "Sing, my angel." He pleaded and I vocalized higher a little.

"Sing for me." He pleaded. I turned arond and vocalized a bit higher. "Sing, my Angel!" He commanded. I stopped and gave him an 'excuse me did you just commanded me?' look. He gave me a pleading look and I rolled my eyes then vocalized even higher and walked over to him.

"Sing for me!" He commanded. My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when I hit the infamous high note. He looked at me with an amazed look and walked over to me. He cupped my face and I noticed we were both breathing heavily. "Well I think it's safe to say you can hit that note after all." He teased.

I grinned and kissed him deeply. He deepened the kiss and his hands traveled down my arms and around my waist, pulling me closer. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled away gently. "We should probably retire before we are swarmed by the staff about our private performance." He suggested.

I giggled and nodded. He kissed my forehead and let me go. He offered me his arm and I took his offered arm. He led me over to the door and opened the door. We headed over to the marble staircase and went upstairs.

I stopped Erik at my bedroom door and he raised an eyebrow. "Let me give you back your fedora." I told him and pulled my hand away from his arm. I quickly slipped inside my room and I grabbed his fedora-which I had on the divan that was at the foot of my bed-then quickly slipped out of my room and handed him his fedora.

He chuckled and took it from me. "Thank you, mon amour. Sleep well." He told me. I nodded and smiled. "I will. Goodnight, mon ange noir." I whispered. "Goodnight, mon ange ravissante." He whispered. What is ravissante? He kissed me tenderly and pulled away gently before I could kiss hm back. He went to his room and I smiled.

I slipped back into my room and pulled on the rope to call in Judy or Sarah.

Someone better start teaching me French, because I have no idea what Erik called me! You know what even better...I need my iPod and download a translating app so I can have it translate everything he says in French! For once after two years I now miss the twenty first century only because I still have no idea how Hunter is or the wonderful Google Translate!