Tomorrow's my last day of school, so I'll be able to update faster. (I almost didn't do today's chapter.) Reviewers!

SummerSong: Glad you liked it. I'm glad you got the Asian bit…I was afraid no one would notice the pun. O.O You're married? Wow…wonder what my audience age range is?

Gir: Invader Zim! Heheh. Well, I'm glad you like it, but everyone around here kind if is a fangirl…you might not want to shoot when you're so outnumbered. And I like the name Erik! With a K.

Kianra: Yes, I'm doing that right now. I have dedicated fans! (is happy)

Hilary: Yes, please, do tell me when your e-mail is fixed. I should like to keep regular contact. We could be, like, keyboard-pals!

Phoenixthemenace: Yes, you can be in it, and you are welcome to make your character up. In fact, it would help, especially because you seem to have the same real name as the character in my third chapter. O.O

Kojinka: You also may be in it. If this keep up, people, this fic could be really long. And I think you have a nice name. Gina…Gina…Gina…(is smacked by Kojinka) Ow. Sorry.

Han Futsu, Anti Normal: Heheh. Hilary freaked you out. Awesome. And I haven't met any sane girls yet. I don't see any in the long line stretching around the block and back.

Anyway, here is the new chapter. Yet another of you people. As I have more reviewers than friends who are phangirls.

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He awoke hours later when Aislin poked him in the side…over and over again. Only after about twelve pokes did he realize what was going on and snap awake.

"What time is it?" Erik asked groggily.

"It's ten. I thought you might want some dinner. You haven't eaten since your little breakfast date with Kat twelve hours ago."

Erik's stomach rumbled loudly. Okay, so he was hungry. "Yeah, I could do with some food."

"Good. You can eat with your next date."

He groaned. "This is the third one today! What happened to only one a day?"

"As long as you manage to whiz through these dates at the speed of light, we're going to line as many up together as possible. This'll probably be your last one of the day."

"Oh thank heaven."

Aislin pulled him up off the bed and pushed him into the bathroom yet again. He was beginning to be very familiar with this room. "Now change into your other tux and put your cape on. You're meeting her upstairs in twenty minutes.

"Why upstairs?" Erik called, as Aislin snapped the door in his face, after throwing his clothes into his arms.

"There's another restaurant up on the top floor – a steak restaurant," she replied through the door.

Erik raised an eyebrow. "Nice," he commented. And in twenty minutes he was traveling in an elevator again, going up this time, to the restaurant on the top floor of the Hilton Anaheim.

Problem was, that in twenty minutes he ought to have already been up in the restaurant starting in on his appetizer.

His next date noticed this.

A girl with brown hair streaked with gold down to her shoulders stalked up to him right away, her bluish gray eyes blazing. To Erik's surprise, she came right up and slapped the visible half of his face.

"You're late!" She tapped her foot impatiently, and then, out of nowhere, broke into a wide grin. "Well, let's go to our seats. I already ordered us drinks." This active girl led the bewildered Phantom to a table for two next to the window.

The window stretched all the way around the room, pretty much comprising all of the wall, giving a lovely view of the ground below. All of Anaheim was at their feet. Erik felt very relieved that he spent so much time in the catwalks above the Opera stage, and therefore didn't get vertigo.

Erik took his seat across from the girl, who was now leaning dreamily over at him. "And you're my date for tonight, are you?"

"Well, obviously!" said the girl, a little indignantly. "My name is Breanna, and your name is Erik!" She smiled proudly. "And I got you a drink, so you can go ahead and start on it."

He looked down at…a strawberry smoothie. Not a soda, or some tasteful wine, but a smoothie. Why a smoothie? But Breanna was already sipping hers contentedly.

He wished she'd kept drinking the stupid smoothie. As soon as the straw came out of her mouth she was talking. It was like Kat all over again, except Breanna seemed content to carry on a conversation with herself.

"So you're from Paris right? Of course you're from Paris, that's where the Opera Garnier is. What's it like there? I bet it's really nice. I've never been to the opera. I went to a musical once. Oh, of course, it was The Phantom of the Opera! Is it cool to have a musical written about you? Do you think they portray you well in the musical? I think the musical version of you is cooler. Although now that I meet you I like you better in person. Have you seen the musical? Is it weird to watch yourself on the stage? Oh, have you met Andrew Lloyd Webber? Did you have to meet him so he could write the music? Do you ever sing the songs from the play? Will you sing one now? No, probably not, we wouldn't want to disturb the people in the restaurant. Although I'm sure they'd love to hear you. Did you know that some people have never heard of you? I say to them, 'I'm going out with Erik tonight,' and they say, 'Who?' I think it's really quite pathetic. Anyone who hasn't heard you sing is extremely deprived. Anyway – are you okay?"

Erik sat in a bit of a daze. He had gotten lost somewhere around the words 'Opera Garnier.' He didn't know where the rest of her speech had gone. He was still processing.

Breanna waved her hand in front of his face. "You don't talk much, do you? Everyone tells me that I talk a lot. When –" Erik clapped his hand over her mouth.

"Please stop…just for a minute." At that moment, the waiter came along to take their orders. Gratefully, Erik ordered a filet mignon and, for some reason, Breanna got a salad.

"We're at a steak restaurant. Why are you getting a salad?"

"I'm on a diet. I eat only small meals in order to lose weight. No one thinks I'm fat, but I'm doing it just to be safe. Besides, I'm not sick or anything. I just –" Erik hit his head against the table a couple of times.

The meal came, and he had an extremely hard time trying to get Breanna to shut up.

"Do you have any pets? I had a dog once, but he ran away. I never figured out what happened to him. Oh, you wrote an opera right? I tried to write a song, but I couldn't think of a melody. I can't read music anyway. What's your opera about? Wasn't Don Juan a pervert or something? You shouldn't write a play about perverts. People might get ideas."

"Okay, that's enough." Erik stood up. "You've talked my ears off for the past half an hour, and they're already starting to hurt. I think I'm going to go ahead and leave now." He walked away.

Breanna looked kind of confused. "Why? I like talking, you should try it more. Don't leave, I was just starting to have a good time. Aw, Erik, don't leave!" And he came back.

"Oh, I knew you wouldn't leave me alone. Now sit down, let's finish our meal."

Erik picked up his plate. "I'm just taking my meal with me. "I'm still hungry, but I have to get out of here." And carrying his steak before him, he walked out of the restaurant, past a waiter stammering that he couldn't take the plate with him. Which he did anyway.

He wasn't going to finish a date with that hopeless chatterbox. He took his meal up to the room, where Aislin sat listening to her Phantom CD. She looked at him, and pantomimed, "Didn't go well?"

Erik shook his head, and motioned with his hand, "Talk, talk, talk." Then he sat down at the table to eat his meal on stolen dishes in peace, just like back at the Opera House.

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That one was shorter than the others, but I think it was funny. And now Erik will start to go to more interesting places. Read and review!