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A/N-Like a reviewer has brought to my attention Emma is turning out a bit Mary Sue-ish/Christine-ish, but I have a reason for this! Right now, she's kind of caught up in a dream which she doesn't want to get out of! She will be snapped out of it soon enough. I have a wake up call coming soon.
Chapter 8
Emma woke up the next morning, feeling refreshed. She smiled and stretched as she got out of the bed. She went into the main room and found Katharine lacing up her ballet shoes. She glanced up at Emma and smiled.
"Hello sunshine, did you sleep well?"
"Yes, I did. Katharine, did last night really happen?" There was a slight pause before Katharine answered. She finished lacing up her shoes and stood up.
"Yes, but I don't want to talk about it anymore."
"Well, its just last night I think he took me down to his home and…"
"Emma, please, I think maybe it was just a dream and nothing more. Madame Linton took care of it and that's that."
"Fine," She sat down on the couch and crossed her arms. "Why did you put your ballet shoes on?"
"The dancers have rehearsals. Madame Linton said that we need more practice. So all day long I will be dancing."
"That sounds like fun for you." Katharine rolled her eyes and went to the door.
"You should get dressed and come watch. I'll see you later."
Emma waved goodbye as Katharine left the room. She got up and quickly went to her own room. She got dressed into a simple lavender dress and put on her ballet shoes just in case Madame Linton decided to make her dance today. She ran a brush through her curly auburn hair. As she stared into her vanity mirror, she slipped back into the world of the night. She closed her eyes remembering how softly he had touched her. He wasn't the monster that Manroe had portrayed him in that opera. He was her angel, her precious angel of music. She didn't care what anyone told her. He was real to her.
She shook her head and opened her eyes, looking at herself.
"What are thinking Emma?" She sounded like a crazy person. She wasn't even sure if it was a dream or not. She stood up and sighed. She went to the door and opened it when something caught her eye. She closed the door and went to the couch. There was a package tied up with black velvet string with a rose on top of it. She sat down and smiled, feeling like it was her birthday. She untied the string and tore off the paper. It was music sheets. She smiled and thanked the lord when she read the title; "The Music of the Night". She ran her hands over it and controlled her desire to laugh. There was a note that stated "to: Monsieur Manroe". She knew what she had to do.
She ran all the way to the stage and almost ran right into James but she stopped herself. He tried to start up a conversation but she told him that she had to do something immediately. Manroe was standing on stage, talking to Madame Linton. She rushed over and interrupted their conversation.
"Excuse me, Madame, but I desperately need to talk to Monsieur Manroe."
"Is there something wrong, Emmeline?"
"Not at all, Madame."
"Of course, I shall leave you to your conversation. Emma, after the opera tonight, come see me in my room." Emma nodded and turned to Manroe. Madame Linton walked over to the dancers and berated them.
"Monsieur Manroe, there is something I need to talk to you about." She handed him the music sheets with the note.
"What is this?"
"It's a song. Read the note and it will explain all."
He opened the note and read it, his face beginning to turn different shades of red. He angrily flipped through the pages of the music and threw it on the ground.
"Madame Hallett, what is the meaning of this?" He shoved the note at her and she read it.
"Dear Manroe,
I find your song "Darkness of the Night" to be annoying and quite ridiculous. This song is horrible and should be replaced by the song that I have written called "Music of the Night". My song better fits the voice for that actor who plays the phantom and actually makes his voice sound good.
Signed, O.G."
Emma looked up at Manroe's furious face. She bit her lip and picked up the music sheets.
"Sir, I'm sorry but I think you should listen to him."
"Listen to that lunatic! Some man who tells me that my song is silly."
"I think he used the term ridiculous."
"It doesn't matter what he called it!" Manroe snapped at her, "Whoever this O.G is surely has no taste in music. My song is perfect for my opera!" How dare this man tell me how to write?"
Suddenly, Monsieur Devlin burst into the theater. He began yelling and cursing, shaking a piece of paper he held in his hand. He made his way up to the stage and pointed at Emma. She took a step back, shocked by what was going on.
"Monsieur Devlin, what is wrong?" Madame Linton asked.
"I'll tell you what is wrong. Some crazed man has sent me a note pretending to be the opera ghost." All the ballet dancers glanced at each other, wide-eyed, whispering back and forth. "He demands to be paid, that box five is to be kept to his own use and that Madame Emmeline Hallett is to have more solos for her voice is worth it. He also says that our phantom needs to be replaced because his voice is awful. I will not stand for this maniac who believes himself the phantom of the opera."
"How do you know he isn't lying?" Emma piped in.
"Madame Hallett, please. We all know that the phantom is long dead. Or should we perhaps request Countess de Chagny to come here and stir up the memories of the past?"
"No, Monsieur Devlin, we should not."
"I think that this is a crazed fan who dreams of being in this opera and possibly being Madame Hallett's significant other."
They all agreed but Emma just shook her head. The dancers seemed hesitant to accept this reason but they all just nodded too.
"Now, that all this confusion has been settled, you are all dismissed from rehearsals for this entire week." Monsieur Devlin announced. None of the dancers seemed to mind this statement and they all cheered. Emma clutched the music sheets and went to leave. Her angel was not going to be very happy. As the others went off to enjoy their week off, Madame Linton grabbed her by the arm and pulled her away.
"Madame Linton, what are you doing?"
She took Emma all the way to her room and locked the door behind her. Emma glanced around at all the photos and then back at Mme Linton, who was sitting on her bed.
"What is all of this about?"
"You are in some danger Emmeline." She sat down on the bed next to her and stared at her.
"What are you talking about?"
"What do you call him? Angel of music? My angel? The phantom? Master?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"I saw him in your mirror, Emma, and I also know quite a lot about him."
"Madame Linton, I'm afraid I just don't understand."
"Please, call me, Meg or perhaps Meg Giry."
(Reviewers-DUN DUN DUN I know you all like this little twist in the story! Next chapter is her wake up call! Anyways…back to the people who wrote nice things! Thanks to Galasriniel, don't worry she's going to change, she's young and naïve. Thanks to Emily, I love the phantom soundtrack! Gerry's voice is always in my head! And thanks to Countess Alana, you always leave me nice comments! Keep R&R!)
