A/N: This is my first fan fic. Please be nice to me. Read this and please review. PLEASE tell me anything that I should fix, or if you think it is awful. I will continue if enough people like it.

In a small corner of London a man reached out his had out the window just as the paper boy threw the morning paper at him. He opened it up looking up for today's big story. As he as reading, something at the corner of the paper caught his eye. It was a small ad, or at least it seemed like an ad:

Looking for an Opera teacher

For young female opera singer

If interested please call:

582-1627

"An interesting way to get noticed" he muttered as he reached for the phone.

Mean while in another part of London in a small apartment near Oxford University a young woman was arguing with a friend about what she had done.

"I can't believe that you actually went through with this" Ravi exclaimed "music teachers are found through a good search not in an ad in the local paper. This is not America; you don't get the same result."

"Well I've tried everything; there is no teacher that is good AND cheap. Anyway Erik seemed nice enough over the phone." Christy explained to him.

What do you know about this 'Erik'? How about his last name? He's obviously not listed as any music teacher.

"Come on Ravi, I really need someone to teach me. He is my only hope. You know hat I can't afford any other teacher. Opera is my only future; I'm not good at anything else." With that Christy started gathering things around the apartment, or maybe it was just to keep her self from getting too frustrated.

"So where are theses lessons taking place?" Ravi asked trying to fill in the silence.

"At his place. He said that he didn't get out much and would probably get lost if he tries to find my place."

"ARE YOU TOTALLY OUT OF YOUR MIND?" Ravi yelled "For all you know he could be a serial killer wanted by the authorities."

"Look if you want to come, then come. But nothing is stopping me from going!"

Hope you liked it. Have a nice day!