"Wow Christian, you completely kicked ass out there!"  The three Worthier Women watched as a short thin boy followed another, taller boy into the room.  "Give it, my main tenor dude!"  They proceeded to perform an intricate handshake that looked strangely like a mix of Masonic ritual and ancient African dance.  "Man, Christian…you are the BEST!"

            The other boy chuckled as he bowed.  "I know, I know…I AM the best, Mel…my teacher tells me so.  She been telling me for weeks that I'm a thousand times better than Carl."

            'Christian?  Mel?  Carl?' Singe mouthed to Imp.

            Imp shrugged.  'Go fig!' she mouthed back.

            "Hey—I got to go Christian—I have practice," Mel said as he started walking out the door.  He laughed as he reached the door.  "I can't wait to see the look on Carl's face when he hears you sang a standing ovation!"

            Mel closed the door behind him.  Christian watched the door for a bit, and then turned towards the mirror.  "Oh yeah," he said to his perfect reflection—he was indeed an Adonis, with his medium frame, blonde hair, and perfect complexion.  And for that reason, the Worthier Women hated him right off the bat.  Such beauty more often than not came with extreme stupidity, especially in this Opera House.  "You're the best…NO.  YOU"RE the best…yes you!  You're the best,"

            Lange was just about to gag and give away their hiding spots, when the door suddenly flew open.  "Hey!" Christine exclaimed, embarrassed as he leapt away from the mirror.

            Three women swarmed into the small room, making it even more cramped.  "Oh Christian!  Superb performance!" one of the older women exclaimed.

"Excellent work!" the other older women replied.

"Enchanting singing!" the first exclaimed.

Suddenly, the third woman cleared her throught haughtily.  "Excuse me, Mme. Andre—Mme. Firmin—but I wish to have a private meeting with Monsieur Daae."  She was so incredibly bossy, so incredibly bitchy, that the two mangers stuttered, and exited quickly.     
             "Hey…could you get me a burrito?" Christian yelled after them.

            The woman closed the door to get Christian's attention.  "Hello Christian," she tried to say sweetly.  But she was so bitchy, that it only made Singe want to hiss and bite her.  "Wonderful performance tonight," she complimented him.

            "Oh…thank you…" Christian replied, his attention beginning to waver.  He sat down on Lange, thinking of course, that it was just an oddly shaped sofa.  Lange gave a little groan, though that just made it seem as if she was a very old day bed.

            "You know Christian," the woman said as she said next to him.  Lange gave another groan, but surprisingly managed to stay up.  "I never did manage to really thank you for saving my scarf."

            "Huh?"  Christian looked at her quizzically.

            "My scarf—my red scarf?  It was blow into the lion cage at the Parisian Zoo, and you climbed in to get it for me," the woman said.

            Christian just continued to look at her, as if he was mentally constipated.

            "My scarf," she repeated.  "You tried to get it, and the lion mauled you…"

            "OH!!!" Christian exclaimed.  "THAT scarf…"  He looked quizzically at her again.  "No, no.  Can't say I remember it.  Sorry."

            "Oh for Christssake!" the woman snapped as she got up off the day bed.  She stood before him, hands on her hips.  "Christian, it's me!  Raoulina!"

            "Huh…OH!  RAOULINA!"  he cried as he jumped up in glee.  Lange collapsed in sweet relief.  "NOW I remember!  I was in the hospital for weeks!"

            "Yes, that's right!" Raoulina replied, her smile plastered on her face.  "Goodness, you're dim."

            Christian's face lit up more.  "Hey!  My angel calls me that!" he exclaimed.  "Do you know her?"

            It was Raoulina's turn to look at him, bewildered.  "Your what?"

            "My Angel of Music!  Remember?  My mommy promised she would send me an Angel of Music?  Well—she's dead—and she DID!"

              Raoulina's smile became even more fake.  "Darling…have you been taking some controlled substances?"

Christian pouted.  "Oh, but Raoulina!  I keep hearing this voice!  It's the Angel of Music, I know it!"

Raoulina hesitantly reached over, and patted Christian's hand.  "There, there Christian—your kinda cute, so if you're insane, it's no big deal."  Raoulina tried to laugh merrily, but it only made Lange, Imp and Singe shudder. "Oh, silly like Christian! There's only me and my red scarf.  There's no such thing as the Angel of Music!  And since you're so cute, I'm going to do you a big favor and let you buy me dinner, even though you are dirt poor and I'm filthy rich!
            Just as Lange had managed to get back up into a kneeling position, Christian sat back on her.  "I donno Raoulina…I'm not really hungry."

            Lange groaned again, and muttered to herself angrily.  "Believe me, you don't need the food…can you get any heavier?!?"

Christian looked around in surprise.  "What was that?"
 'The Angel of Music!' Imp mouthed to Singe.
Singe had to force herself not to snicker inappropriately. 

Christian looked at Raoulina.  "I beat it was the Angel of…"
            But Raoulina interrupted him.  "There's no angel of music!" she yelled in frustration. "Just me, and you shall worship me for all eternity!!!"
             Raoulina straightened back up, and glared at Christian.  "Now listen—you are going to take me out to eat right NOW!  Come Christian!"  And with that, Raoulina stormed out of room.

"But I not suppose to leave…"

"COME CHRISTIAN!"
            "Coming dear," Christian cheerfully said as he got up, and Lange collapsed again.

"'Come Christian'," a soft, enchanting female voice floated into the room, full of scorn.  "'Come Christian—I have some lovely whips and chains I want you to wear'—Christian…who was that bitch?"
            Lange looked up in shock.  "Waitaminute...that voice..."

            'A female Erik?' Singe mouthed at Imp.

            Imp grinned.

Christian's grin got bigger as he walked towards the mirror.  "Oh, that's just Raoulina...she's an old friend..."  He laughed gleefully.  "She likes to boss me around!"
            The voice of the female Erik groaned.  "You stupid, stupid, boy,"

Singe looked at Imp and risked whispering.  "I hope this Phantom isn't as gullible as our poor Erik…"
            The Phantom continued.  "You stupid boy…dim, adorable, sweet little tenor you…awww...who's my wittle tenor?"
            Imp groaned in horror, and whispered back.  "Oh no! she is!"
            Lange sighed in pity, and Singe hung her head.  "Poor female Erik!  I already feel for her…damnit!  Why are all the smart people of the world so damn stupid! Why?"
            The Phantom suddenly stopped using the baby voice, as if she realized just how stupid she sounded.  She carefully cleared her throat.  "Enough! Come, my darling Christian...come to your angel…"
            The mirror suddenly disappeared, revealing a tall, elegant woman regally standing there.  A black cloak completely covered her body, and only her white mask was visible.  The Worthier Women all made "oooh"ing noises as she stood there.  The Phantom extended her arm, and took Christian's hand.  She pulled him through the mirror, and he slowly followed.  "Come, my Angel…" she whispered.

"Damnit Christian!  Where are you?" Raoulina's harsh voice rang through the hallway.

The woman looked a bit peeved.  "A bit faster, Angel," she said through clenched teeth.

Imp jumped out from behind the coat hanger.  "Come Worthier Women!  FORWARD!  We have to get through the mirror!"

Singe through down the cymbals in disgust as she hopped off the table. 

Lange threw the cloak off and stiffly sat up.  "D'you think she'd take kindly to us following her?  What if she punjabs us!"

Imp snorted.  "IF she anything like Erik, she'll adore us and our good advice!" Imp reasoned.
            Just as the Phantom woman pulled Christian through the mirror, the three leaped in before the mirror snapped behind them.  They watched as the woman dragged Christian down the path.

            "Come Worthier Women—to the lair!" Imp cried.  And with that, they followed them.