I have news! My sister got passes to an early showing of the Phantom movie tomorrow! Two days before the opening! I'm going to be there in my female version of Erik's costume (minus the cape – the only one I have is blue), with Christine's engagement ring on a chain around my neck and Erik's gold ring on my finger. Mask and all! I even bought new black pants and white gloves especially for the occasion! I can't wait!

MiMi: When you say a small cameo, is the subliminal meaning, "Let me have a date, oh please, oh PLEASE"? Or do you really only want a small appearance? Because I already have ideas… Anyway… (hugs for the desc)

Han Futsu, Anti Normal: Yeah, it was your name. I just wasn't sure. And that story's…creepy. And I hate that Butler guy…I'm sorry, but his voice just isn't fit for the Phantom. When I first heard it, I just thought I was being biased because I love Michael's voice so much, but my mom listened too, and she doesn't like it either. Luckily, my two-disc CD set is the original cast recording.

Phantomraver: I'm so glad you enjoyed it. (hugs) And you don't have to reveal your real name – make one up if you like. That's what I do. Although all my friends call me Aislin – it may not be my real name, but my nickname is just as good.

Lazy.kender19: Zifnab-whatsit? I don't normally do IM, so I can't contact you on that. (is sad) But if ever your e-mail gets fixed, be sure to tell me. At any rate, I consider us web friends now! Yay! Hope you can get this chapter up. And I'm updating right now. (holds hand at the level of her eyes)

MortRouge: Ooh, French. OOH, Paris! OH! Red Death – THAT"S what your name means! I knew I knew it, I just couldn't remember. Hana – that's Japanese for 'flower.' 'Je deteste l'orthographe…' What do you hate? I don't know that last word, in English or French. Oh, yay, I'm a favorite author! And I'm highly recommended! Thank you!

Kojinka: (hugs) Don't hurt yourself, we all forget stuff.

Eat-drums: (hugs) And I shall check out your profile for other info.

Next chapter! This Hollywood bit is like…the second season, if this were a TV show. There's 'The Love of His Life' and 'The Love of His Life: Hollywood Edition!' Enjoy!

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Danica clung to Erik's arm all the way down the street. He tried to pull himself out, like taking off a jacket, but had no luck. His good mood was slowly slipping away. Apparently small groups of phangirls were easier to control. Then he considered that for a moment. He decided there was only one at the moment.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

Danica checked the slip of paper Aislin had given her. "Some theater place. I think we're going to see a movie."

That was simple enough, thought Erik. He just had to sit through a movie for a couple of hours with her, and then he could hand her back to Aislin. He hoped it was a good movie.

"Here we are," said Danica. "This is the address."

They were standing before the famous Mann's Chinese Theater. (A/N: Forgive me if I got the name wrong – it's been a couple of years since I was there.)

"We're going here?" gasped Erik. "What are we seeing?" This was the theater for movie premieres! What were they here for?

"I think it's a special showing. Only us, and a movie that's not normally here."

Danica and Erik went into the theater. (A/N: Which the authoress has never been to, so bear with her as she makes stuff up.) It was a large room, all done in red carpeting, with a red curtain hiding the screen. Hundreds of wooden seats filled the floor and balcony level. Torch-like lights were spaced out along the walls.

Being the only two in the theater, Erik headed to the prime seats in the very center of the room. Danica, however, stayed where she was.

"Where are you going?" she demanded.

"I'm getting a seat," Erik replied drily.

"Not there," she said exasperatedly. "We should sit in the front row!"

"We have the whole theater to select from, and you want the worst seats in the house?"

"I like the front row. Everything's really big and no one blocks your view."

"No one's here to block our view! And in the front, you have to crane your neck to see and it hurts."

"But I always sit in the front!"

"It gives me a headache."

"The front is the best place to sit in the whole theater," Danica said stubbornly.

"Fine, sit in the front," Erik snapped. "But I'm staying right here." He plopped down in his center seat, folding his arms and crossing his legs, showing no intention of moving.

Danica paused for a moment. As sitting in separate seats kind of defeated the purpose of a date, she stalked over and sat next to Erik, sulking. The Opera Ghost smirked.

The theater grew dark, and the curtain pulled open. Apparently the theater wasn't reserved only for them, because two other people crept in late when it was dark, and took seats near the back. The screen showed a dusty old room full of junk, and a few people standing around shrouded object. An old man stood before a podium and spoke to the others.

"Lot 666 – a chandelier in pieces…"

"No WAY!" Erik leaped out of his seat. This was the movie they were watching?

Danica shushed him, and he settled down to watch himself on screen.

He watched the Opera House change back into its old, grand self, and he witnessed the rehearsal for Hannibal.

"Who's playing Carlotta?" he whispered. "She looks kind of…weird."

"It's Minnie Driver," replied Danica.

During The Mirror sequence, Erik gaped at Emmy Rossum's voice. "That's not how Christine sings! She sings ten times better than that! And Christine's blond."

"Really? I always thought she had black hair. Funny." And then Christine was pulled through the mirror to the Phantom's lair.

And Erik got a lovely view of Gerard Butler as himself.

"That's me?" Erik stared, contemplating Gerry. As he began to sing, Erik made a face. "Don't I sing better than that?"

"Most phans think so, but they went and cast that Scottish dude anyway. There was a big organization on the Internet campaigning to get Michael Crawford to do it, but it didn't work."

They watched the rest of the movie in near silence, while Erik made random comments on things he felt had been done wrong.

"The way to my house doesn't look like that. It's just a lake."

"Is that seriously what André and Firmin thought about my threats? Those idiots!"

"What's with Carlotta's wig? It's huge!"

He was immensely pleased with the chandelier falling, however. He clapped and laughed along as it fell.

All in all, however, he thought it needed work. Of course, he thought as he exited the theater, he was the real Opera Ghost. Of course he'd be critical. All thoughts of the movie were driven out of his mind, however, as he accidentally bumped into the two people who had sat behind them during the movie, and had exited before them.

"Erik! Fancy seeing you here!" Christine beamed as she turned and saw her former Angel standing dumbly behind her. Raoul, who had come in with her, stood protectively beside his wife, glaring at the Phantom. "Who's your new friend?"

Danica glomped Erik happily. "I'm Danica Enjolras, and he's my date!" She looked thoughtfully at Christine for a moment. "Wow…you really are blond."

Raoul grinned. "Well, it's nice to see you getting out more, Erik, but dating? I didn't know you had it in you!"

"Shut up fop," growled Erik. "You know I could still kill you if I felt like it." He looked so menacing that Raoul stopped smiling and hid behind Christine. Erik was happy he hadn't lost his touch.

Danica giggled. "He really is a fop. I thought you were supposed to protect Christine, not the other way around." Raoul stuck his tongue out at her, which only made her laugh more.

"What are you doing here anyway?" asked Erik, directing the question more at Christine.

"We have as much right to go on vacation as you do," she replied. "And besides," she said with a smile, "we'd heard about the contest your phans set up for you, and figured you'd be busy for the next few weeks. So we took advantage of you not being able to stalk me and went on a trip."

"I don't stalk you," said Erik, offended.

"Oh, I beg to differ," said Raoul huffily.

"Well, maybe back then, but not anymore."

"Only because you're surrounded by thousands of obsessed phangirls who can barely let you move an inch without screaming in adoration." He sounded jealous.

"Thousands?!" Erik glared at Danica.

She shuffled her feet. "Well…you never actually asked how many of us there were. We all thought the number would scare you." (A/N: It's true, I read in some phic, 'After all, to the worshipees, we're scary.')

Erik looked back at Raoul, almost afraid to ask. "How many do you have?"

He looked down, as did Christine. "Well…five, that I've met so far. But I'll tell you this – five are a lot easier to manage than your thousand!" Erik glared at him.

Christine, being as intuitive as she is, sensed the tension between the old rivals, and, what was more, spotted Erik's hand going into his pocket. "Well, we'd better get going," she said hurriedly. "Nice seeing you again, Erik!" And she pushed Raoul protesting out of the theater, away from Erik's Punjab lasso.

Danica clapped happily. "You scared them away!" And she glomped him again, which was rather odd, as she still hadn't let go from the first time.

"I need a drink," muttered Erik, and headed back to the café with Danica trailing behind.

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I'm sorry if I offended any fans of Gerard Butler, Emmy Rossum, or Raoul out there. I just happen to not like all of them. Read and review! And don't be mad! (hides from crowd of Raoul fangirls with potatoes)