Disclaimer:

Maki: How come we both like 'bad boys'?

Katie: You mean, how you like Draco, and I like Erik?

Maki: Yeah.

Katie: That's easy. Dangerous, angry men are sexy.

Chapter 13 – Catwalks Part 1

Erik grabbed me by the hand, motioning for me to be quiet. We crept out onto the catwalk, and looked down at the stage.

"There's Meg," I whispered softly.

He pointed down at one of the seats. "The Vicomte, too."

I almost fell over. "He keeps coming back every day, doesn't he?" I asked Erik softly.

He nodded.

"But…I would have thought that he'd have given up by now!" I whispered frantically.

"I don't think he's still looking for you." Erik said cautiously.

"What?"

"Look at him." Erik said firmly.

I peered at Raoul. His eyes were locked on something, and he didn't move. I looked at his eyes, then into the direction he was looking. The stage. His eyes, the stage. His eyes. The stage.

"Meg!" I gasped, almost falling off again.

"And look at her." He replied softly.

Meg kept darting glances at Raoul, the same look in her eyes that he had.

I giggled. "They seem quite taken with each other."

Suddenly, Erik looked at the double dorrs that opened into the auditorium. The managers, and a woman entered. She was pretty, if a bit thin. All three walked up to the stage, as the dancers stopped dancing, and stood silently. It was clear that they were going to make an announcement.

"Do you think she's the new singer?" I asked Erik.

Andre looked around, beaming. "As Christine Daae has left the opera, and will be on holiday for quite a while to…" he cleared his throat, "recover from her recent encounters, we do need a singer. "

I snorted.

"May we present…La Carlotta?"

The managers both bowed. This time I wasn't the only one who gasped.

And I actually did fall off the catwalk this time.

My domain:

Oooh, a catwalk hanger! Isn't it exciting?