Disclaimer: I do not own any of this…..OR DO I? –gets smacked by real owners/publishers of the story- OKAY, I don't own it…..


They walked into class with a good fifteen minutes to spare and sat down next to each other. Erik quickly got out his music and continued writing.

That is weird…he was so sweet and concerned a second ago…Christine gave him a hug.

"What was that for?" Erik said, not even glancing up from his work.

Christine huffed.

"What?" Erik looked right at her and saw her face getting red with anger.

"You….you…" whatever Erik was he didn't get to find out because the bell to start class rang and the teacher came in followed by the rest of the class.

The class chattered and bickered until the teacher went to the front of the class.

He cleared his throat, "Good afternoon class, I will be your Health/Physical Education teacher for this year. Congratulations! I will let you know right off the bat, I do not tolerate failure or smart asses," he seemed to glance at Erik, "As you can see, we will be starting the first quarter with health. If I see one mistake on any papers, if I hear talking when there isn't supposed to be any, the entire class will suffer by doing ten plus pushups. Now, any questions?"

As three or four kids raised their hands Erik passed Christine a little drawing. It was Linsted the monkey man! Christine had to cover her mouth so her giggling wasn't heard at the front of the class by Mr. Linsted. She passed a note back to him:

How can you be that accurate when drawing him! He does look like a monkey! Though, my last teacher looked more like a baboon!

Erik looked at her and smiled. Christine tried to look at his face one more time, but he went back to his music. Then, a book was slammed onto her desk. She faintly heard the teacher say that they had to read through chapter one, but she didn't care. Why am I so obsessed with what he does? I have never been this way before about anyone… she started to doodle on her paper. Not anything in particular. Just doodles.


He couldn't stop glancing at her. Why did he feel these emotions? They were so new to him. Erik turned the page over and started to write something else. He labeled the top of it The Phantom of the Opera. The notes and lyrics just flew from his brain into his hand and onto the paper. He noticed Christine glance at him from time to time as he hid the music in his textbook and pretended to work on the homework.

By the time class was done, Erik had written over half of the piece. He had put the textbook away and shoved the music into his backpack. Erik nodded at Christine and walked down to where the Drama rooms were.

Where on earth is that boy going? Christine wondered as she went to her last class of the day, choir. She looked around for Meg in the room and spotted her quickly. How could it be hard not to? She had just gotten out of art class and her face was painted blue and purple.

"What did you guys do in there?" Christine asked through laughter.

"We were mixing colors!" Meg said as she re-laced her ballet flats.

-DING-DING-DING-

"Hello class! I am Signore Crawford. I shall be your Advanced Choir teacher. Most of you may wonder why I say you are all in advanced before you even tried out. Well, that is what today is for! If you do not make the cut, my student teacher will help teach you!"

"Who is the ST?" Meg asked.

"Miss Ma," he replied, "And with that said, onto the tryouts. We shall be going in alphabetical order, so first up is……" He called out names one by one. Each tryout lasted five minutes, and after each girl walked out he said, "We'll let you know tomorrow,"

"Miss Daaé?" he called out.

"Good luck Christie!" Meg said as Christine walked into the tryout booth.

"Daaé? Wouldn't have any relation to the violinist?" he asked.

"Actually, he was my father," she said looking at the floor.

"I am sorry for your loss. He was a very good man, very much into music as well,"

Miss Ma couldn't stand the sadness any longer, "What will you be singing for us?"

"Memory,"

"Well, belt out a tune for us!" Signore Crawford said.


"Well what do you think Ms. Giry? Could it work for the semester opera?" Erik asked as he turned around to face her on his organ bench.

"Erik, that….that was wonderful! How soon can you finish this? Do you have any free classes? Any study halls that you could come down here?" Ms. Giry asked.

"I have a study hall first period and of course this one,"

"WONDERFUL! Oh Erik, I think this is the best piece you have written! Oh, I will have the textile class get on the costumes right away!"

She left Erik alone with the organ to finish writing this piece. He glanced at the clock in the room. He had over thirty minutes left. That was more than enough to finish the music and the story. He played the organ once in a while to make sure the chords sounded good together. We'll need some of the band members and choir members in on this…I'll ask Signore Crawford after school…

Finally at ten to three, Erik had completed all of the piano/organ music. He'd figure out the orchestral instrument parts later. But, before he packed everything up, he wrote down the main parts for everyone:

Phantom: Raoul?
Miss Daaé: Christine

Little Giry: Meg

Viscount Chagny: Jimmy

Diva: Carlotta

Opera House Owners: Jason and Kelly

Ms. Giry: herself

Erik ran up the stairs and straight to Ms. Giry's office. Hopefully, just hopefully, this could get him somewhere in the music business.


Whoooooo, okay, that is enough typing for now. Maybe I should start to write after school instead of at night? Do you guys agree? Well, now it is time to reply to some of you. Last time I took up a whole page. So, if your review is something that really hits my heart in a good or bad way, you will be up here. They will always be good to me though! OH and no points to the people that guess where the Signore Crawford came from . (he was the original souffle! listens to his voice drools)

Ali: You really think it's good for a freshman? Oh Thank You so much! I have been losing my dear sleep for this story, but hey, I love it!

Galabalesh: WOOT IS RIGHT! dawns a wooden mask and a spear WOOTAH WOOTAH WOOTAH! (Sorry if you guys don't really understand that….my friend and I were bored one afternoon….)

Deathrose: 1) I like to add my own input on things sometimes, I can't help it…its just who I am, I'll try harder not to next time.

2) I am a lazy American. I can type ten out like that or like this 10. The only reason I typed it as 10 is because I was running short on time and it was my first instinct.

3) See above for answer

4) We people who live in the middle of nowhere like the word stuff, and on top of it my vocabulary wasn't working very well then and it isn't now.

Finally #5) Sorry if all that seemed rude in any way, shape, and or form.

To all: I know I have horrible grammar and I make a lot of spelling mistakes. I am trying to correct that as we speak…but it may take a while. It's what happens when your teachers don't care how you spell.

With that I leave

Love you all!

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