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Chapter 5

The following week, Emma felt so emotionally and physically drained. Every day was the same thing it was like a routine for her. She would wake up early and rehearse all day, spending a few quiet moments with Henry. Then, at night he would sing to her. He usually left her a note, explaining that she still had not accepted his position as her tutor and that he was growing quite impatient and anxious to know her answer. But, every night he sung her to sleep. She was beginning to grow fond of hearing his voice, the way he easily hit each note perfectly and he never sounded flat or off pitch. She began to call him her angel of music on his request. She found "her" angel to be quite a nice voice to have around instead of something that frightened her and haunted her.

Finally came the night she had apprehensively worrying about from the moment she first sang in the opera house. It was opening night. She felt so sick as she waited on the wings, peeking out into the crowd with James. She looked at James and bit her lip.

"There are so many people already and we still have an hour until the show begins. What if I trip while I am dancing or skip a word while I'm singing? Oh…what if I forget the words altogether? I'm not so sure I can do this." James took her hands and laughed.

"Breath for goodness sakes, Emma, you're going to be perfect. You know everything by heart, so stop getting yourself upset."

"But, Miss Daae is going to be here. Who knows if she will like the opera? It is about her and I'm not half as good as she is. What if the opera isn't what really happened? And she gets upset and storms out of the theater? James, I would be unbelievably embarrassed!"

"Well, you are right in saying that she might not like it. But, you are better than her. Stop worrying, you are going to be fine. Take a deep breath and go get ready." Emma glanced out at the audience one more time and shook her head, walking quickly to her dressing room.

(The show begins)

Emma stood in the wings, wearing a light pink tutu with flowers on it. Her hair was pulled back by a ribbon and she had sparkles all over her face. She re-laced her ballet shoes to make sure they were tight and would not slip off. Katharine stood beside her wearing a pearl white tutu. She took a deep breath, glanced at Katharine and they walked on stage together.

(Fast-forwarding to get to the good stuff. In the opera, this is the last few lines or so.)

Christine (a.k.a Emma) glared at the phantom (a.k.a Henry).

"If you kill Raoul, I could never love you. And if I stayed here I would still never love you. Release me… you poor, disfigured man. Let me live and love."

"Fine, be with your lover." He let go of Christine and pushed her away into the arms of Raoul. They held hands and walked off stage.

"GO! Go by the boat! But, swear to me never to tell! The secret you know of the angel in hell!" He sat down on a chair and looked at the mask on the floor. He picked it up and held it in his eyes.

"No one can love a monster. But, Christine, I love you…" He looked up and saw Christine standing there. He smiled and stood up but she stepped away.

"No… I came to give you this." She held out a ring on a long chain. "It symbolizes love which I do not hold for you." She threw it down in front of him and left. Off-stage Raoul and Christine sing to each other, words of love.

"Masquerade, hide your face so the world will never find you…" He sang quietly to himself as he picked up the ring. "You alone made my song take flight…but it's over now the music of the night!"

He placed the mask on his face and walked off. The curtain closed and then re-opened for their curtain call. They all bowed as the audience clapped cheerfully. Emma, James and Henry came out together and bowed. The crowd stood up and applauded loudly. People shouted bravo and threw roses onto the stage. Emma blushed as she bowed and glanced around at the smiling even tear stained faces. She glanced up at the box seats and saw a flash of white in box five. She raised an eyebrow and looked back over the crowd. The curtain closed and she hugged Henry tightly. He still had the mask on but she didn't mind it.

After many people had congratulated Emma on her performance, she caught up with Henry and he escorted her back to her room. He had taken off his mask and washed his face of the stage make-up. But, before they got the chance to even talk there was a knock at her door.

"Who is it?" Emma asked, annoyed by the interruption.

"Christine Daae…" Emma and Henry glanced at each other with wide eyes.

Sorry if this one is short but the next one will make you so happy! It will be much longer I promise! Please encourage others to read my stories! I crave reviews! Thanks kindly toCountess Alana, if I saw Erik through the mirror I'd definitely let him kidnap me...and thanks to phantomoftheopera92, its about to get pretty interesting!