a/n: Thank you guys so much for reviewing and following my story! It means so much to me, I just wanted to give a bit of a background on who to picture when reading this of How Christine and Erik really look like. So in this chapter you will find out that Erik is only slightly deformed and looks weirdly like Edward Scissorhands in face. So he's extremely pale with scars all over his face. Christine looks like Winona Ryder from the same movie. I have a trailer that I posted for this a long time ago that is on my youtube channel user/deviltakesdahindmost9. The ending of the video isn't too accurate but it will give you good insite of what the main characters of my story are to look like.

It took Christine a few moments to realize what happened. Clearing her throat, Christine kneeled down to pick up her books. She was so embarrassed, but it had to be him. In her dreams she always saw those eyes. The rest of his face was blurred, but his eyes always were clear as day. Suddenly he walked towards her, kneeling down as well to help her with her books.

"Are you alright, Madmoiselle?"

"Yes…" she cleared her throat again, "yes, um I'm so sorry I just thought….never mind." Christine was shaking a bit because she knew there was no way that this could happen. This had to be some sort of delusion that she set herself up for. Many people have eyes like that, though she didn't know any. She had to stay calm, there was no use saying anything either due to the fact that no one would believe her. There was no way she would tell Meg about this; even though she shares everything with her, but there was no way that she was going to tell her than this teacher of theirs bares the ore of that Man with no Face.

"Chris, you okay?" Roman asked, worriedly.

She hit his hand away from her shoulder, not knowing why. "Yes, yes, yes I'm fine. Roman go on to your class, Meg got me from here." She gave a hug to Roman, no realizing the confusion on his face.

She turned back to her teacher who was still holding out her planner to give to her.

"Oh, thanks," Christine said, looking past him to find a desk she can hide in.

"I guess we didn't make a good first impression," Meg said, snapping Christine out of her state. She smiled at their new teacher and took the planner from him. "Come now, Christine, let's go find our seats."

Christine put her head down, again trying to avoid his eyes. "Okay."

"What the actual hell, Chris," Meg whispered loudly to her as they sat down.

"I don't know what came over me, honestly."

"No, I know you, something's up."

Christine looked up, relieved that her new Music teacher was reading through the class material. He was so pale, like a ghost, and had a few scars on his face. His hair was black as a raven's feather and he had dark purple bags under his eyes. You could tell he wore some foundation on his face to cover up the redness from the scars, but Christine wouldn't say anything. When standing he looked quite taller than Roman, so Christine assumed he was around 6'5, 6'6, and to her small 5'5 frame, that was giant.

Christine sighed, "Relax, I just had a moment Meg. Comon let's take out our music for our songs."

Every year, the Music students would pick out one song that they would like to learn how to improve their singing techniques. This year, Christine decided to bring back some 90's classics with a song by the band "TATU". Of course she first wanted to do some classical styles, but her voice was still not up to her standings to actually perform anything classical in public. The song she chose really had to do with the Man with no Face. It was about a couple that stood no chance in surviving and how after everything, in the end they were finally together and happy.

Meg chose a song from one of her favorite Musicals, "Cats" by Andrew Lloyd Webber. Meg was a real cat-lady. She owned three cats and named them all after cats from the Musical, one was named Rumpleteaser, due to the fact that she was a tortoise shell, the second was Mr. Bustopher Jones, due to the fact that he was a fat Tuxedo Cat, and the third was her favorite, Grizabella because she was the beautiful grey tabby that was a bit shaggy. Today's song she chose was "Memory."

Finally the entire class found their seats and of course Charlotte Gudicelli had to sit front and center.

"Welcome Class, my name is Dr. Mulheim," the teacher started, "I am very happy to be teaching your Advanced Music -Class this year."

"Doctor?" Charlotte was the first to interrupt him.

"Yes," Dr. Mulheim answered, clearly irritated at the interruption, "I graduated from Conservatoire de Paris and gained my PHD at the American Graduate School in Paris with my Masters in Arts. I also studied Music at the Palais Garnier."

Christine's breath caught her. The Garnier Opera House was an obsession of hers; she heard so many stories of lavish parties and the disaster in 1865. She must have read every book she could to find out more about it, it was fascinating; the story of a Man that loved a woman that he could never have and to Christine that was the most romantic story that she ever read.

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I saw her eyes widen a bit when I mentioned I studied at the Opera House. From all the lies I have already told this class that was the one that affected her most. I just wished she could see the real me instead of what body I have now. Yes, I am still deformed as I was before, but it seemed as though each lifetime, something differs. My original life was the life Christine and I led in 1865, Paris. That was the first time fate led me to believe that Christine and I would have the life we always dreamed, but that was not the case seeing that she left me for that peasant. Our second life was one that we almost made it. The year was 1940 and our new life was set in London. It took me a minimum of 6 months to have her finally believe me who I was and who she was. We lived life to the fullest, but right before we exchanged our vows at the chapel, her lunatic lover, Jonathan (who was really Raoul), shot her dead and left her to die. I laid there with her in my coffin for weeks until I finally died along side with her, waiting for my next life to begin.

How she reacted to first seeing me gave me hope, maybe it will be easier this time to get her to believe that we are soul mates meant for each other. I couldn't help taking my gaze off of Christine and bringing it the obnoxious red head in the front. She dared to question me about my Doctorate? I knew I had to keep my sites on her because she was too curious for my liking. I am assuming is it the Carlotta of this generation. Why must I deal with her every time?

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Finally after discussing the rules and regulations of the class, Dr. Mulheim started to pick and choose students to sing their songs that they prepared over the summer. Some students sang things from Greese, Carmen, The Little Mermaid, and other popular songs. Charlotte sang a song from Faust, "The Jewel Song." Of course she would go for that, she had to the best at everything and there are so many difficult notes to hit in that song that no one else could really do it. Christine was to be after Charlotte and there was no way she was going to beat her this time. Charlotte had a beautiful voice, a bit higher, but still very professional. She always strived to be the best, and Christine never really could meet her voice.

Finally Charlotte finished her song and turned to Dr. Mulheim. "It was…"he started, "satisfactory, but please practice. We have a long year ahead of us Ms. Gudicelli."

Dr. Mulheim read the next name off the list, "Ms. Day? You are next."

Christine froze, there was no way she could perform her pop song after that.

"May I please be excused?" The class all fell silent and turned to her. Christine's heart started beating faster and faster. From the first half of the class, she knew that Dr. Mulheim was a stern teacher and would probably punish her grade if she didn't sing, but there was no way she was going to go right after Charlotte.

"May I ask why, Madmoiselle?" His eyebrows furrowed, but he remained calm.

"I…I don't feel too well."

"Class, we will have a five minute break while I speak to Ms. Day."

Meg looked at Christine, "What the hell…"

"I'll tell you later." Christine was green and pale at the same time. Her embarrassment went through the roof, but there was no way.

Dr. Mulheim closed the class door behind them and just looked at her.

"I can't sing." Christine didn't even hesitate, if she was going to tell him she might as well tell him now rather than later.

"I don't understand," Dr. Mulheim responded, "I don't believe that you would be in my Music Class if you couldn't sing."

"No," Christine mumbled, "I mean I can sing, but after Charlotte it would be an insult to your ears."

Dr. Mulheim's eyes widened. "How can you say that? Ms. Gudecelli was not up to my standards and…"

Christine suddenly interrupted him, "If SHE isn't up to par, then I have no chance in impressing you."

Christine could hear him sigh. She knew that he was disappointed. "Just sing, I just want to hear your voice."

She didn't want to disappoint him, this was her first day after all and this was not the best start of the year. "I know you are our teacher, but if I sing, please don't judge so harshly."

"I will give you this one pass, do not tell the other students, they would think I was favoring you and we can't have that, can we?" He raised an eyebrow. Christine blushed, "No I don't believe we do. Thank you."

With that Dr. Mulheim opened the door to the classroom again and Christine took her position to sing.

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, I was wanting to keep going but then I would have two chapters in one! Please keep the Reviews coming i live for them, I also found a way to respond so when you review I will respond! Thanks guys so much! You're the best!

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