Hello again! I'm going to have to update this fic often, as you seem to like it. I feel much more confident about my fic after the nice reviews.

Elven-emma: I certainly hope so. Maybe he can show up randomly in the middle of a chapter…I don't like Raoul at all, so I'd be happy to attack him if I had the chance. I'm sure Erik would be too.

TameranianRaven: Love your name. Teen Titans rocks. Thanks very much!

The Flying Breadstick: You have a cool name too. Beware of Flying Breadsticks! (ducks) Anyway, thank you. I can act very stupid sometimes, but it's hard to write stupidly without the influence of my friends. Sure, you can be in it. The first contestant shows up next chapter, and it's a friend of mine. I'll probably alternate contestants (friend, reviewer, friend, reviewer)…until I run out of friends.

SummerSong: Likewise, you too can look for yourself in future chappies.

LoneGunGirl88: You spelled that right. Your soul is safe. And I should think positive, but my last fic received a few flames, dubbed a 'Mary-Sue.' It isn't really.

Faithoftheforsaken: PADFOOT LIVES!!! (Love Harry Potter…) You too will have a chance at Erik, my phangirl friend…

Lazy.kender19: Oh my gosh, I love your fics, I'm so glad you're reading mine! I think your review was funnier than my whole chapter! Awesome… You probably want to be in it too, right? You didn't ask, but judging from that Xtreme Makeover fic your friend wrote, you'd love to date Erik.

All right then! On to the next chappie! (points the wrong way) What, it's over there? Right, sorry. The next chappie is THAT WAY!

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The smooth limo ride was followed by a half an hour wait for a late flight to Los Angeles, apparently the site of this contest. This was awkward for Erik, as Aislin was one of his biggest newfound phans, and found it difficult to stop staring dreamily at him throughout both the ride and wait. He tried to stare out the window, but no one can avoid the sensation you get when you know someone is watching you. He knew because of the countless times he'd given it to Christine. It was odd the other way around.

At long last, the plane came in, and Erik and Aislin, having first-class seats (A/N: which I have never experienced…), boarded right after the preboarders, with their small children or elderly people. They took their seats in a compartment meant for four, therefore able to stretch their legs out over two seats each.

For Aislin, who had flown countless times before, it was a piece of cake. For Erik, who rarely even left the sanctity of the Opera House, it was a nightmare. When the plane started to taxi, he was fine enough, but as soon as he felt the jolt as the plane left the ground, he attempted to leap to his feet in distress. This was made impossible by the seat belt fastened around his waist. The strap yanked him back down into his seat, where he slumped with a stunned expression on his face, half winded. Aislin, who enjoyed the takeoff and landing most, was looking out the window, and did not notice.

"Sir, you must remain in your seat," said a flight attendant sternly.

Erik grumbled to himself and warily watched the ground below dwindle into the lines and squares of a map.

Once he'd gotten over the initial shock of flying, he began to feel more comfortable. The stern flight attendant who had reprimanded him before returned, with the intention of taking drink orders. Erik ordered a glass of red wine, and, finding that a cocktail on a plane cost four dollars which Aislin refused to pay ("I don't approve of alcohol," she said), he grudgingly switched to iced tea. Aislin happily ordered a Sprite.

He began to enjoy the ride, but wished he had some music. Aislin had a CD player, which he dearly desired to borrow. He plotted to steal it once she fell asleep, which she never did in a twelve hour flight. It was irritating, watching her tap her feet, wave her fingers, and bob her head, all the while going on under her breath, "The Phaaaaaantom of the Opera is theeeeere…inside my mind…" At long last, he pulled out his violin and began to play a few bars of sweet music.

At first the flight attendant wanted to object, but like any other person, she was soon hypnotized by the sensual music of the Opera Ghost. By the end of his song, the whole plane was in a trance. Even Aislin had stopped her CD to listen to the real thing.

A little surprised, Erik figured he had them entranced, so he began another song. And another. No one applauded, they just sat mesmerized, the ice in their drinks melting. One woman had her cranapple juice spilling down the front of her white blouse.

Having fun by now, Erik began a song from his Don Juan. The sharp, angry music woke all the listeners up again, and the younger riders cried to their mothers to make the scary music stop.

"Sir, please, stop that!" The flight attendant now was covering her ears. All the passengers were freaking out, with the exception of Aislin who still sat dreaming in the music which had by now stopped.

Erik, more than a little insulted, sat back in his seat cradling his offended violin for the remainder of the ride.

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Aislin led Erik to another limo waiting outside the airport. "We're staying in the Hilton Anaheim," she informed him. "It's really nice. My family always stays there when we come to LA. There's two gift shops, a great view of Disneyland from our room, and the pool's on the fifth floor." Pulling out two card keys she'd already received, she tossed one to Erik and pocketed the other.

The limo pulled up in front of the glass doors of the hotel, and its two passengers got out. Erik followed Aislin inside, through the glittering, carpeted lobby. It was very nice, vaguely reminding him of the Opera House back home. Two restaurants on the first floor alone, and a small pond in the middle of the room, with a fountain on the other side that he couldn't see. Aislin led him to the elevators. It was obvious she'd been here before.

They rode up to the twelfth floor, where she unlocked the door to their room with a quick swipe of her card. There were two twin beds, a large TV case, a table, two comfy chairs, and a bedside table with two lamps. The closet was on the left, and the bathroom on the right sides when you walk in.

"What, no suite?" muttered Erik, and received no answer as Aislin rushed past him to jump onto a bed.

"I call windowside bed!" she cried as she bounced up and down on her claimed territory. "You can have that one." She pointed at the bed by the wall.

As her luggage was already up in the room, she opened the drawer in the table and pulled out a pencil, which she then applied to the white notebook she'd been carrying since Erik greeted her in the house by the lake. "You might want to get some sleep, she advised. "You have a rather big day tomorrow. Your first date!" She smiled proudly.

"Tomorrow?" Erik stared at her. "Already? Don't I have at least a few days to prepare myself?"

"Nope. The phangirls won't wait that long. It's a good thing they don't know our room number, or they'd be swarming all over you right now." She laughed at Erik's horrified face. "First date tomorrow, no question. It's all planned out. Besides, you're sexy enough without preparation." She flipped a few pages in her notebook, which were covered with names and writing.

Oh, Lord, how many dates did she have planned for him? Erik collapsed on his bed. "I didn't really mean that kind of preparation," he mumbled into his pillow.

"What did you mean, then?" He glanced up to see Aislin standing directly over him, pushing her glasses up her nose.

"Mental preparation…"

"Oh, I know what you mean. We drive you crazy. And you haven't even met all of us." She grinned. "Well, that's the price you'll pay for being incredibly, deathly sexy."

Erik sat up, irritated. "Tell me, how is it that so many girls find me attractive?"

"Oh, I can answer that, I made a list today in school." She fished around in her bag under the bed until she had retrieved a folded piece of paper. "You're a singer, you have a sexy voice, you write cool music, you're totally devoted, you're extremely smart, and you're really strong. That's all on the list. You also have that dark and mysterious thing going that women love, you'd kill for the one you love, your hands are long and sexy, you're a dramatic actor, your evil laugh rocks, and you're a mad murderer." She smiled shyly. "That last one might just be me, but creepy guys who kill turn me on."

Erik fell back on his bed again, not used to having all his good points read off a list. "I think I will go to sleep." The last thing he saw was Aislin's back, as she watched the fireworks over Disneyland through their window. The flashing colors and Aislin's low singing lulled him to sleep.

Where he dreamed of insane girls chasing him down the street…oh, the horror…the horror…

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Heehee…I think it's great, now. (Sadly, my cool timechange border didn't come out right...) Lots of this comes from real life. I've stayed in that actual hotel in that exact room more than once, and I really did make a list of Erik's attractions. I was comparing him to Orlando Bloom, because a friend of mine asked me who I liked more if I had the choice. After making a list of both, Erik won. By a lot. Heheh…Read and REVIEW!!!