Okay, this is a little different from how I usually run things but….I WANNA SAY THANK YOU TO ALL OF YOU WHO WISH ME WELL! And yes, this new chapter means that I am making a miraculous comeback. Now all I have is a cough! coughs out a lung……damn………….oh well. On with the show!

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this story. Mr. Leroux and Mr. Webber, and many other high executive people who aren't currently sick own it. I really, really need to infect them…..

"For this scene we need Carlotta, Meg, Christine, and the dancers," Madame Giry said.

"Um…before we start….why are our names conveniently the same names as the people in the opera?" Meg asked.

"That is a good question, but as the opera unfolds I'm sure the answer will become crystal clear,"

All of the girls hopped on stage and waited for their turn for the choreography. Carlotta and Christine were busy having a battle of voices. Meg and her group of dancers were busy figuring out the right dance moves to the music. Before anyone even got a chance to practice singing with it the bell rang.

"Class, we will have practice after school. If you know anyone else who might be good in this opera please have them see me. I will also try to arrange for us to perform at the Opera House. Now, off you go!" Giry shooed them out of the theater, or so she thought.

"Ms. Giry, I'm not sure if this is a good idea. Something…I don't know what, but something terrible will happen. Are you sure that this is the right choice?" Erik asked.

"Of course it is. AND I WANT YOU OVER FOR PRACTICE AGAIN TONIGHT! Just because you wrote it doesn't mean that I'm letting you off easy Erik. I can't have your godfather beating you to a pulp again before another performance,"

"How…did you know that Javert?"

"I am going to arrange it so that this semester, or at least until you turn eighteen, you will live with us. Meg knows already but I'm telling Christine tonight. You will get the den and the girls will have the basement," she paused, "When do you turn eighteen anyway?"

"About one month from now," he mumbled.

"Well, for that one month you can start moving into an apartment while staying with us. Now, hurry off to class!"

Erik trudged off to his chemistry class. Since tonight would be the last time he even visited his old house, he'd better blow something up in celebration. Just because he was a loner didn't mean that he couldn't blow stuff up did it?

Christine sat in math just waiting for English class to come. They had started to review all of the things they learned in integrated one and two. Since she had been home schooled before this, she was already in a collage level of math. Christine decided to go over and read some of her lines. She saw that when it was a song that there was a score above it so she could imagine the pitches as she read over the words. By the time she had read through the song Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again, she knew why she was cast as Miss Daaé and why the characters were named the way they were. They were cast to as how Erik knew them. But, the Phantom for himself didn't fit unless…

"GIRY!" she shouted as the bell rang.

Christine ran up to her English class so she could ask Erik about the cast to see if her suspicion was true. But, that was a question left unanswered. The second she got into class, a copy of Romeo and Juliet was shoved into her hands and she was sent to read acts 1-3 by the end of the period. She tried to hand a note to Erik, but all were intercepted either by Mr. Persian or by the squirrel that kept coming into the room to steal the teacher's toupee.

Erik was busy writing more music instead of doing the work. I hate this work…wait-did Christine just look at me? Why can't I get her off of my mind? That's it; I'll just try to read this book…Romeo and Juliet? No, that just makes me yearn for her love more. I have never heard a voice so sweet. And to think, I will be living with her for a month…

DING-DING-DING

By the time the day was done, Erik was the first one to the theater for practice. They were going to practice his and Christine's scenes together. Erik patiently waited by dragging out the electric piano and getting all the sounds set up. He sat down and started fiddling around. After a while, the random notes turned into something that started to torment him.

"Damn you Don Juan….damn you!" he muttered under his breath as everyone got in place to start.