~ Yes! Now we get to see small scenes from phantom, I love that play :o) I noticed I don't leave really bad cliffhangers in this one as I do in unexpected truth. I'm working on not leaving cliffhangers, at least really bad ones :o)

It was opening night for Phantom of the Opera. I invited the turtles to come, got them balcony seats, because those were the best, and hoped that they would come, particularly Leonardo. He tried to pretend that nothing happened between us and it hurt me greatly. I would have told him the truth but didn't want him or anyone hurt. I could hear the crowd as they gathered in their seats and tried to prepare myself for tonight. This would be a night to test my acting abilities.

The music cued everyone and I got to my spot. James had stopped speaking to me since I was never around as much as I used to. I grinned as I heard the auctioneer on stage.

"Lot 666 then: a chandelier in pieces. Some of you may recall the strange affair of the Phantom of the Opera: a mystery never fully explained." As he continued I prepared to go on stage, next to me was Sarah, who was playing Meg. Through out the night, I was almost able to forget all my troubles, but this time they lingered in my head.

On stage I'm in Christine's dressing room, my favorite part was about to come up. The voice of the Phantom could now be heard on the speaker.

Phantom: Insolent boy!

This slave of fashion,

Basking in your glory!

Ignorant fool!

This brave young suitor,

Sharing in my triumph!

Melody: Angel I hear you!

Speak-

I listen…

Stay by my side,

guide me!

Angel, my soul was

Weak -

Forgive me…

Enter at last,

Master!

P: Flattering child,

You shall know me,

See why in shadow

I hide!

Look at your face

in the mirror -

I am there

Inside!

At the end of the first act I sat down and took a breath. Everyone was taking a break. We could hear the audience getting up to get refreshments and use the rest room. A drink was brought to me and I gladly took it. Looking up to thank who ever it was I dropped the glass shattering it, when I looked into the eyes of Eric. He walked away as others came by to ask if I was all right. Shaking my head I smiled and nodded telling everyone that I was well. I was thankful when we had to start again. At curtain call the roar of the crowd was as loud as ever. On stage, I smiled and everyone did their final bow and the curtain closed.

Backstage the director gave us all a quick speech on how well we all did and how he was looking that we top our performance every night. I cleaned off my make up and changed back into my clothes. Outside by the back stage door, the turtles surprised me with flowers. I thanked them and gave them all hugs. On the way home I walked next to Leonardo.

"Leo," I said quietly. "If the offer still stands, I would very much like you to take me out to dinner tonight." He stopped and looked at me.

"Are you sure?" Leonardo asked. I nodded. Then I could hear the horrid voice of Eric.

"Melody, you shouldn't go out with anyone. You should go home, stay inside. . ."

"I'm going!" I shouted at the air around me. The guys who got ahead of Leonardo and I stopped staring at me. Turning back to Leonardo he looked a bit baffled. Then I realized why. They didn't hear Eric, only I could hear him.

"I'm sorry," I stammered. "I thought I heard something." The guys ahead of us nodded and went home. Leonardo started walking with me again.

"Maybe I should just take you back to the lair, Melody." Leonardo said, slowly. I sighed and nodded. I wasn't going to push the issue.

Since I met Eric and started going to him the murders have stopped. Police were still trying to come up with explanations, but finding none. After every show, one of the turtles will be there to meet me and walk me back to the lair. I noticed them talking among themselves a lot and I was thinking that maybe it was time I went home, stopped bothering them. The night after one of our showings they confronted me.

"Melody, we're concerned about you," Donatello started. We're all seated in the lair, even Master Splinter was present.

"What's going on?" I asked. Everyone seemed to be thinking their words out very carefully. Raphael finally blurted it out.

"We think you might be schizophrenic," I simply stared, mouth open in surprise.

"Why would you thing that?" I was stunned, insulted and amazed.

"We see you," Michelangelo said. "Talking to yourself, when there is no one there, but you are having full conversations."

"And sometimes, arguing with yourself," Donatello put in. I realized they meant when I was talking to Eric, when he spoke in my head. I looked around at all of them.

"Master Splinter?" I asked. He sighed.

"I am concerned as well," He said. "I've seen it too." Leonardo has not said a word this whole time. I looked at him.

"Leo," I begged for some defense. I knew I wasn't crazy.

"I'm sorry, Melody," Leonardo said. He looked completely lost. I sighed then sat up.

"Follow me, I'll show you guys I'm not crazy," I don't know why I didn't think about this before. If I show them, Eric all at once, he won't be able to escape. Master Splinter stayed behind while the guys followed me through the sewers. Getting close, Leonardo paused.

"Melody, this is by the Rat King's lair," Leonardo warned me.

"I know, but he won't bother us," I insisted. Continuing on we got to the large set of doors to Eric's hide away, I pushed them open and stepped inside.

"This is where the murder of the opera singers live, he's the one who has been torturing me and he's the one who wouldn't let me go to dinner with you Leo." The guys were looking around, their eyes wide.

"Melody," Leonardo came and turned me around to face Eric's lair. "Look at what you're telling us." When I looked I couldn't believe it. It was empty. No organ, no tunnels, no candles, just a large empty room.

"No," I said stepping forward. "No he was here." I broke out of Leonardo's hold and ran inside. "Eric," I screamed. "Where are you?" Falling to my knee's I pounded the ground. Leonardo helped me up and they all took me back to the lair. I was even starting to question my own sanity.