A/N: A thank you first for gerfan who has been leaving reviews, also Laliel whose review was very inspiring. Thank you both and my other readers, I really hope you enjoy my story… Did anyone else despise Beyonce's performance of Learn to be Lonely? Just an opinion… On to the Chapter! And sorry many times for not updating sooner… major writer's block… though I had it all planned out then realized it was very much like many other "phan" fics…
Chapter 2
"Miss deLorm" I blinkied out of my nervous trance and slowly walked on to the stage. "Please begin your piece" I nodded to the pianist and as the music began my nervousness receded. The music began to surround me and no one else was there, it was just the music and I. The music guided my graceful moves and my passion of dancing burst and I danced the way I have always wanted too. Thinking how proud my old teacher would have been.
When the music ended, I broke out of my trance and as I looked up I saw blanks faces on the Managers and Madame Giry. "Where did you learn to dance?" Madame Giry questioned. "I had a tutor once, since I was young I would see her for lessons, but she passes away." "Well we have certainly found out lead dancer!" One of the managers exclaimed, I blushed and replied, "Oh please, I am not sure I am ready for a big part like that…" "Don't speak nonsense, that was a beautiful performance." Madame Giry grinned and motioned me off stage as she called the next name.
"That was wonderful! You dance beautifully." A young girl about my age exclaimed, she had dark curly hair and her complexion was pale and flawless, I recognized her as the singer in Hannibal. Christine Daae I think was her name. "Thank you." I replied with a slight curtsy. I wasn't good at making friends fast "Christine" she said smiling, "Elizabeth" I returned. She was my first friend I made at the Opera House. Since I made lead dancer I stayed at the Opera House. Christine showed me my room that I would be staying in. I thanked her and that was the last I would see her before the performance of Don Juan Triumphant. She seemed worried and her voice seemed to quiver when she spoke. I heard the other dancers whispering about an Opera Ghost. I never really paid attention for I was too busy with dancing, and I wasn't going to waste time gossiping. I hadn't been at the Opera House for long but I knew that everything you heard wasn't always true. Then that fatal night came. When the Opera Ghost fulfilled everyone's talk. When he took her down, I could not let him get away with taking the first friend I made. So I followed.
I woke with a sudden shill. I felt as though someone was watching me.