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"I…I'm sorry. I got bored and-"

Erik walked over to her, "I asked you a simple favor. You are just like the rest of them aren't you? Damn little prep. But, if you are bored, you may as well stay down here with me. Just don't bother me and all will be fine," he turned around and sat back down at the organ, picked up a pen, and started to write on the blank staff paper.

Christine looked over his shoulder at the music he was writing. The top was labeled The Music of the Night.

"What are you writing?" she asked.

"Nothing…well, nothing like you'd be interested in," he said 'you'd' like it was an insult.

"How would you know what I would or wouldn't be interested in Erik? We've known each other for what, two hours?"

"Most people just stay away from me; you'd be wise to follow their examples. Now, be a good little clone and go back upstairs to your clique," Erik said coldly as he started to play the organ.

Christine didn't move an inch. She looked over at the music again and saw that there were lyrics written on it. When he started to sing the words with the music, Christine did as well. They lyrics only went through ¼ of the song so Christine had to stop, but Erik kept singing. Oh my God! His voice, it's so beautiful. So rich and full like a soufflé…no, not any soufflé, a CHOCOLAT SOUFFLE! Christine was mesmerized by his voice. Then, he stopped.

"No, please don't stop, that was beautiful," she said.

"Wait, you were still here? I thought I was just hearing things," Erik turned around to face her again; "You got a sweet voice. Sing for me again my Angel of Music," he smirked.

"You're mocking me aren't you? Jeez it's bad enough that I think I suck, now you know that I do," she looked at the ground, tears in her eyes.

"WHOA! I didn't say that! I was serious; your voice is like an angel's Miss Daaé. Hey, don't cry…" Erik tilted her chin up and wiped her tears off with the sleeve of his shirt. She stared up at him with her big brown eyes, "There, see, it's all better now,"

She tried to remove the hood, but was instantly thrown on the floor. He pulled the strings on his hood as tight as they would go and said, "No one may see my face,"

Christine laughed, "What, are you some kind of Medusa? If someone sees your face they'll turn to stone?" She pulled to open it again.

"CHRISTINE! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" Came the shrill voice of Giry.

"Just…um…"she blushed. She couldn't very well say flirting could she? I mean, not in front of Erik and her godmother, "Trying to get him to sing again. I can't hear him through his hoodie."

-DING-DING-DING-

"Shoot, there was the bell, guess you two had better be heading off to class. Go go, hurry hurry! Mustn't be late!" She herded them up the stairs and up to the first floor of the school.


Sorry for the short chapter folks! I don't have the usual amount of time to write this 'coz I'm being kicked off the computer an hour early. cries.

Now time to review back to the reviewers:

Amber: Thank you so much for saying it was well written! I'm sort of….bleh; it's been a tiresome few days.

Christine: I promise it will be very interesting….and full, of, RANDOMNESS, well, maybe not THAT much….

enigmatic mystery: Don't worry, I'll continue.

Deathrose: It's intriguing? YES! My goal in life has been completed, thank you!

Fox Xanatos: Me so glad you likes! .

This is one reviewer that I was kind of sad to hear. They thought that I was rewriting "Phantom of the High school", and I was very, very hurt cries But, oh well, life will go on. This actually reminds me of the time that I…trails off into a long rant about how prongsthedestroyer needs to get used to the fact that her back hurts from Pilates so in conclusion, spinal pain hurts the spleen. Just to be nice though, I won't address the user by their name…they are now……..drum roll ANNONYMOUS!

Anonymous: Um…wow….I have never been that insulted in my life. I'm not rewriting it. I'm rewriting phantom of the opera in HIGH SCHOOL FORM! If you don't like it then don't read it. This is just how I picture everything in my mind. Besides, Erik needs a hoodie to make him all the more beautiful! (SEXY!. )