Sorry guys that the last chapter was so short. I hope to make the rest longer. I also am not sure how much I will be able to get stories up in the near future, after today, I will be using a program that this website doesn't support for writing my stories. I might ask a trusted friend to upload them or try to find another way, but if it takes me a while, please be patient with me.

Chapter 2: A Decision to be Made

Tick, tock, tick, tock… Time was moving on. Marissa still didn't know for sure what she was going to do. She didn't know if the Opera Ghost could be alive or not. That brought up another question, if not, could he be a real ghost this time? Thoughts began to run through her head. A real ghost could be trickier, scarier than Erik turned out to be. There was no doubt, of course, that he had been scary. He had after all murdered Joseph Buquet along with several others. She kept thinking about if Erik would have murdered Christine if he had the chance. What if he hadn't let Christine go, but didn't kill her. Would he have forced her to be his bride? Would she have had a different great great grandfather? How different would her life be? So many questions racing through her mind, so many, "what ifs."

"Why don't you go get something to eat, dear?" Mme Giry asked her.

"Are you sure I have time?" Marissa asked, knowing her time was running low.

Mme Giry smiled down at Marissa, "Yes, dear, and it might help calm your nerves enough for you to make a decision."

Marissa thought about that for a second, she was right, food might help calm her down. She stood up and walked toward the door and went down to the kitchens to get something to eat.

When she got down there, she ran into Lucinda. Lucinda was Bianca's snotty bratty cousin and she was just starting out here in the opera house. She had high demands for a new person though. She wanted the leading roles, the best of everything. Talking to Charlemaigne one day, she found out a little more about her great great grandmothers past than she had heard at home. She found out about Carlotta, the prima donna of the opera house. She made high demands and got everything she wanted. This reminded her too much of how Lucinda acted. When she mentioned that to Mme. Giry, she told her that was because Lucinda was a relative of Carlotta's.

"Well, hello there, Marissa." Lucinda said with a nasty smirk.

"Hello, Lucinda," Marissa said cheerily. "how are you doing this lovely day?"

Lucinda glared at her coldly, "Don't think because you are related to Christine Daae that you are going to get all the lead roles here, you may have this lead role, but beyond that, I'm the prima donna in town."

Marissa just walked away. She wasn't going to stand there and argue with her. She didn't have time. She didn't even bother to correct her about having the lead role, yes; she had it, if she chose to accept it. That was where the problem stood. Did she want the lead, and if she did, would she have time to be prepared tonight?

After she finished eating, she looked at the clock. It was now she had to make her decision. As she walked back to the practice room, where Mme Giry was waiting, she thought about what Lucinda said. She could easily prove Lucinda wrong about special treatment by turning down the role. On the other hand, she could prove to Lucinda that she actually did have talent. She thought about both things, and walked in the room, confident with her decision

Yes, I am going to make you wait for the decision. I felt it made a good ending to this chapter. I hope you all agree.