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Chapter 4

She spent the next week rehearsing with the directors and then Henry. They spent every waking moment together. (A/N: Congrats self on using a lyric from a POTO song) She was beginning to feel herself fall in love with him.

It was late one night and everybody was out at supper. She had decided to stay and rehearse songs and words by herself. She sat at her vanity, mouthing the words, concentrating. She turned the page and massaged the back of her neck. Suddenly, the candle that was on her vanity went out. She yawned and raised an eyebrow. She turned her head and had to do a double take. Standing in her mirror was the faint outline of a man. She stood up and began to breath heavy. The outline became darker and darker until she could read every detail of his half-masked face. She began to back up towards the door.

"Emma…my sweet child…"

She froze in place and stared at the figure.

"Come to me, my wandering child. I will guide you and teach you."

She shook her head at him. He held out his hand to her, beckoning her to him.

"Wandering child ...
so lost ...
so helpless ...
yearning for my
guidance ..."

His voice was putting her into a trance. She slowly began to walk to him, not evening realizing what she was doing.

"Come to me…I am your angel of music..."

She could almost grab his hand when there was a knock at the door.

"Emma, are you still awake?" She turned suddenly at the voice.

"Henry?"

"Are you decent? May I come in?"

She blinked her eyes, coming out of her trance and ran to the door, throwing it open. Henry smiled at her and she threw her arms around him.

"What's the matter? Why is it so dark in here?" She looked at the mirror and saw nothing, only darkness. He went over and lit some of the candles while she stood in front of the mirror. She slowly ran her hand over it, waiting for him to suddenly appear. Henry came over and stood next to her, staring into the mirror.

"Is there something wrong?"

"No, why do you keep asking me all these questions?" She snapped. He frowned and put his arms around her.

"You aren't acting like yourself at all, you look much paler than usual and you are shaking."

She sighed and put her head on his chest.

"I am just nervous about the opera coming up. I'm not sure if I'm ready for it." He laughed and began running his hands through her hair.

"We have been practicing and practicing over and over again. You know the dances, the words and all of the songs. You are perfect." He kissed her forehead.

There was another knock on her door.

"Who is it?"

"Katharine…" She let go of Henry and sat down at her vanity.

"Come in." Katharine opened the door and slid her head in.

"Am I interrupting?"

"Not at all, in fact, I was just leaving." He kissed Emma on the cheek and left the room. Katharine smiled and stood behind Emma.

"I wish I had a guy like that. He is such a gentleman." Emma closed her eyes and put her head in her hands. "What's wrong?" She turned and took Katharine's hand.

"Are we friends?"

"Yes, did you even have to ask?"

"I have to tell you something. I can't keep this locked up anymore. Stay right here." She got up and quickly disappeared into her bedroom. She came out with a little box and a red rose. She sat down on the couch and motioned for Katharine to sit.

"Emma you are starting to scare me." She sat down on the couch and stared at Emma. "What is that?"

"This is a music box."

"Where did you get it?"

"I don't know. One night after rehearsals it was sitting on my vanity. And sitting on top of it was this rose and a note." She opened the box and music started to play. She took out a bunch of papers and closed the box. She handed one of the papers to Katharine. "Read it."

Katharine raised a brow and opened the paper.

"Dearest Emmeline,

Your voice is entrancing and exquisite but I'm afraid to say you still need work on your breathing techniques. I offer to you as I have done for others, my assistance. Do not take it lightly. You alone can make my song take flight. Yours respectfully, O.G"

She closed the note and handed it back to Emma.

"I don't understand."

"Neither do I. But, I have been receiving these notes everyday. Not only this but I am forever hearing music in my head. Songs always being sung; songs I have never heard before."

"Emma, what are you talking about? Who is putting these songs in your head?"

"I do not know. Some man or…." She glanced at the mirror. "Or…phantom." Katharine stood up and gazed down at her.

"Maybe someone is pulling a joke on you. Maybe it is Henry. He looks pretty convincing in his mask. It could just be him trying to scare you before the show."

"No, it isn't Henry. I know Henry's voice better than anyone else and it isn't him. I believe that it is the phantom of the opera."

"Emma, listen to yourself talk. The phantom died all those years ago. Perhaps you are dreaming. It could all be one big dream and maybe these are gifts from Henry. There is a logical explanation for all of this."

Emma just shook her head and stood up.

"Then Christine Daae was also only dreaming when she heard the voice of her so-called "angel"." Emma said sarcastically. Katharine sighed and walked to the door.

"Emma, I don't know what to say to you."

"All I want is for you to believe me…"

"I'm sorry but this is just a little hard to swallow. I will see you at rehearsals in the morning." She opened the door and left, shutting the door quietly behind her. Emma fell back onto the couch and tried to hold back her tears. Was anyone going to believe that a man was haunting her every step? Her every movement and thought? She glanced down at the music box and opened it. As the music played, it seemed to calm her. She closed her eyes and listened to the music, singing along to its cheerful tune.

"Masquerade, Every face a different shade, Masquerade, Look around- there's another mask behind you.."

She drifted off into humming while his voice continued where she left off. She lay down on the couch, wondering why his voice seemed to calm her.

Alright I lied that was longer than I meant it to be. Oh well…it may seem as if I'm rushing everything but I so badly want to get to the good stuff…oh and it is good! Thanks to Countess Alana for the review! I'm up to three! HOORAY! Please read and review!