Fools with Starry Eyes

Chapter V- A Bit of Trouble for Meg and Erik


"Oh, Marguerite," her mother said, as Meg passed. She was still very embarrassed about what happened down in Erik's Lair. "What great timing! Look who's here!" Her mother moved to the side and revealed none other than Meg's most particular friend, Christine Daae. Christine Daae had returned to the Opera Populaire. Meg could just feel the stunned silence, and knew that Erik was hiding somewhere in the auditorium.

Christine, however, did not seem to notice, or perhaps she did, and was determined not to be scared. "Oh, Meg," Christine said, grabbing both of her hands and looking so happy to see her best friend. Meg suddenly found herself unhappily surprised to see her best friend, and felt rotten about it. "Raoul and I are getting married soon, and I would be so happy if you were my maid of honor."

Meg smiled and nodded yes. "Of course, Christine, you needn't ask." Somewhere off in the distance, she could hear Erik's sobs. She decided it would be better for everyone if she moved this little conversation away from Erik. "But, why don't we go get something to drink, I'm very thirsty." Christine led the way out, and Meg took a look around the Auditorium. Well, she couldn't see Erik, but with him you could never tell. That's what Christine had said to her once, and it was good advice. Meg closed the auditorium doors with a snap, and turned around.

"Congratulations!" She said, and meant it. "When is the wedding?" Christine answered next month, and they chatted like they used to, before Erik came. For a moment, Meg forgot all of what happened, with Erik and Raoul. They were just girls, laughing about silly things.

"I've heard you are now the lead dancer," Christine said, happily. "You must be very happy."

"I am," Meg said. She would have been happier if she had earned the position by herself, but she wasn't saying that, of course. Instead she asked about Erik.

"What do you know about Erik- I mean, the Phantom?" Christine paled considerably. Oh dear, she shouldn't have mentioned Erik…

"Why do you want to know about him?"

"Um… curiosity."

"Oh!" Christine looked visibly relieved, and proceeded to tell her all she knew about Erik.


Meg waited for Erik to open the mirror so they could begin her Dancing Lesson that night. However, he was late, and she waited for an hour for him to open the damn mirror. Finally when it slid back, Meg was so frustrated that she seriously considered yelling at him. However, all of the feelings slowly died after looking at Erik.

He looked dead. That was what Meg thought when she saw him. He was more pallid than usual, and he did not look at her. He did not help her down the steps, and only touched her to steady her as he shooed away any rats.

Meg reasoned that it was probably because of Christine, and her being in the Opera House. She knew that his wounds were probably still fresh, and seeing Christine just made them worse.

In his favor, Erik did try to make Meg work, but he hit the wrong notes repeatedly, and perhaps out of frustration he started to weep on his piano. Meg, startled, went up to him, and put one of her hands on his shoulder. He did not slap her hand away, so she took this as a good sign, and hugged him.

His face against her chest, and hers against his shoulder. Erik's arms were not around her, as she knew they wouldn't, but they traveled up her body and then finally, rested on her arms. One on each of her arms… and then he pushed her away. Hard.

"I didn't ask for your sympathy!" He growled. Turning to the piano, he flipped through his sheet music, and then stopped at one, with lots of red notes on it (like 'exaggerate here', or 'stay on the vowel'). Meg looked at the title. It was 'Think of Me', from Hannibal. The notes he must have been for Christine, to help her practice it.

"Sing it." He said, playing it softly. Wondering if he lost all sense, she sang it.

Think of me
think of me fondly,
when we've said goodbye.
Remember me once in a while -
please promise me you'll try

When you find that, once
again, you long
to take your heart back and be free -
if you ever find a moment,
spare a thought for me

We never said
our love was evergreen,
or as unchanging as the sea -
but if you can still remember
stop and think of me . . .

Think of all the things
we've shared and seen -
don't think about the things
which might have been . . .

Think of me,
think of me waking,
silent and resigned.

Imagine me,
trying too hard to put you
from my mind.

Recall those days
look back on all those times,
think of the things
we'll never do -
there will never be a day,
when I won't think of you

We never said
our love was evergreen,
or as unchanging as the sea -
but please promise me,
that sometimes you will think
o-o-o-... of me!

"Leave me." Erik said, pointing to the door. Meg opened the door and went to leave. She looked back at him. He was slumped against the piano, weeping.


THINK OF ME BELONGS TO ANDREW LLOYD WEBBER (THAT DARLING MAN) AND WAS PRODUCED BY A REALLY USEFUL GROUP. PLEASE DO NOT SUE ME OR TAKE DOWN MY ACCOUNT.
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A Small Author's Note- Okay, thanks so much for reading this far : ) I'm so happy. Sorry for not having a review song this chapter, but I forgot the song it was supposed to go to, so sorry. I'll put it on the next chapter instead, okay? Sorry: (

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