Brava to my reviewers! I just got an idea from Nota Lone to prank Carlotta! I could use that later on. Definitley I'm lovin' you all. ((But I'm not lovin' how I'm not able to indent or put little stars to signify the end of chapters! What gives! Sorry for any of the confusion it may be causin' any of you!))

Don't own anyone or anything Phantom related, except 2 copies of the 2 disc special edition CD soundtracks which I hold quite dear.

Dressed in a corset-fitted, flowing dress, Danielle paced Christine's dressing room, pulling out thousands of curling rollers from her hair.

"Stupid rollers," she mumbled.

Elsa tried not to burst out laughing; She was standing behind the tall mirror in the middle of the room, waiting for her oppurtune moment...

"Come out ya stupid idiot," Danielle cursed at the last roller, who was being difficult and didn't want to come out without a fight.

Finally after it was out, she examined her new hair and outfit in the big mirror. (Yes, the one Elsa was standing behind. "Silly blacksmith," she twas thinking. "Doesn't even remember this is a two way mirror...Doesn't even realize there could be someone watching her...!")

"Ooo I look like Chrissy," she said, pulling at a curl, then turning away from the mirror.

"Christine," whispered Elsa in a sing song voice. "Christine..."

Danielle frowned, thinking she heard something. She turned back to the mirror. "Nah..." she thought, turning for the door again.

"I am your Angel of Music..." sang Elsa softly. "Come to your Angel of Music!"

Danielle's eyes widened. The Phantom? Of the Opera? Here? She gulped, but didn't turn around. She was too scared!

Elsa pulled the lever behind the mirror, and strode out into the middle of the room, walking behind Danielle.

She sang again: "I am your Angel of Music! Come to your Angel of Music!" Then she tapped her friend on the shoulder.

Danielle whipped around and screamed bloody murder.

"JACK!" she yelled. "OH MY GOD!"

Elsa placed her hands over her ears as Danielle screamed again.

"Oy. Yes, 'tis me. The Phantom-Wait." She looked back in the mirror and saw the black mask on her face. She cleared her throat. "Yes! 'Tis me! Don Juan! Fear me!" She held her cape over the bottom of her face like Dracula.

"Wow," said Danielle. "I thought you were him! Rock on! You look so cool!""Yes well, you don't look half bad yourself, Ms. Daae," Elsa said, looking at her friend's dress and curly hair. "Beautiful, as I've always said you were," she smiled.

"Shut up..." she mumbled blushing slightly. "Am not."

"Tosh. Come 'ere and gimme a hug!" she said, holding out her arms.

"Ooo I get to hug the Phantom!" laughed Danielle.

"I am your Angel of Music, Baby," she said and purred playfully. "Now! Introduce me to Raoul and Chrissy. They're running down the hall to this room as we speak."

"Huh-?"

At that moment Raoul threw open the door and shouted, "Danielle, are you alright?"

Christine was soon to follow. She screamed when she saw Elsa. "Erik!" she yelled and threw herself in front of Danielle as protection. "Erik don't-!" But then she stopped. And stared at the grinning Elsa. "You're not Erik...?"

"No, Mademoiselle, I am not," Elsa laughed. "A tad too short. The voice isn't as low either, is it?"

Raoul blinked furiously, very confused. "Who are you?"

"This is Elsa!" Danielle said. "The one I've been telling you about! Jack, how'd you know they were coming though?"

"I have an accomplice..." she explained and nodded towards the mirror, which slid back to reveal the real Phantom of the Opera.

Raoul looked panicked stricken. "Is this a trick?" he snapped.

"No, Vicomte de Chagny. I'm here on behalf of Mademoiselle Severijn," said Erik, smiling at Elsa.

"He had to show me how to get her," laughed Elsa.

Raoul was still a little unhappy. Erik wasn't his best friend in the world.

Danielle realized this and said quickly, "Raoul calm down. He's not gonna steal Chrissy away."

"No I most certainly am not," defended Erik.

"Oy, sheesh, men," mumbled Elsa. "Okay anyways! Now that we're all here...What now?"

"Yeah," said Danielle. "How do we get home?"

"I don't know," admitted Christine.

"Any ideas Erik?" asked Raoul, who was seemingly over his angry, jealous feelings towards the Phantom.

"Alas, no. Elsa and I have discussed it and we see nothing logical that would lead us to the solution," he sighed. "But we did agree that she would stay with me...Until further light was shed on the matter."

Elsa mouthed to Danielle 'I love him!'

Danielle smiled weakly and thought the same thing as she looked at Erik. She had always, always thought he was handsome.

Erik looked at her suddenly. "Something wrong, Mademoiselle?"

"N-n-no," stuttered Danielle, blushing a little.

"Elsa stood on her tiptoes and whispered in his ear, "She thinks you're handsome."

Erik was shocked. No one would ever think he was handsome...

"Erik are you sure that's a good idea?" asked Christine timidly. "Elsa staying with you?"

He stiffened.

"Uh oh..." thought Elsa. She laid a hand on his arm, hoping he wouldn't lose his short temper.

"She would be welcomed here..." began Raoul.

"I think it's a brilliant idea. Plus, we've already decided," Elsa said. "Thank you for the offer, Monsieur de Changy." She nodded her head. "Will are you comin' with me or stayin' with Raoul and Christine?"

"Christine and I are going shopping in the morning," Danielle told her.

"Alrighty then."

"But pick me up later tomorrow evening would ya?"

"Erik?" Elsa asked. "Is it alright if Will here stays the night tomorrow?"

"Of course. If it pleases you."

"Thank you!"

"So now that that's settled..." Christine said.

"Now what?" asked Danielle.

"We could go to supper," suggested Raoul.

"Why do you always want to go to supper?" asked Elsa. "Supper, supper, supper, that's all I hear. Geez."

Raoul frowned and whimpered, "'Cause I am hungry..."

"You're always hungry," mentioned Christine.

"Tells you a lot about your cooking, sweetie."

Chrisitne gasped, "Well I never!"

Elsa and Erik laughed.

"Ooo he laughs. He's really hot when he laughs," said Danielle.

Erik looked at her, amused.

"I said that out loud didn't I?" she asked quietly.

"Aye ye did," laughed Elsa.

Christine and Raoul stifled a laugh themselves.

Elsa patted her friend on the shoulder and asked, changing the subject, "How 'bout a tour of the Opera?" But the subject wasn't completely changed. "With the world famous, one and only tour guide Phantom of the Opera?"

Still red from her previous embaressment, Danielle was slightly hesitant to comply to the offer. But she really wanted to go...

"Through the mirror then, Mademoiselles," Erik said adjusting his cloak. "After you." He smiled and held out his arm toward the mirror. They soon disappeared.

"See you in a while Danielle," said Raoul. He was farily anxious with letting the infamous Opera Ghost take the two young women into the night.

"Chill out Raoul," comforted Christine whacking him on the arm. "It's Erik."

"Yes, that's what concerns me," he muttered. "Hello, look what happened with you."

"Am I dead Raoul? Have I been ravaged or taken advantage of?"

Raoul winced.

"No I haven't. Because Erik is sweet and caring...And gentle-"

"Alright I get the point."

"And loving and sweet, sensitive-"

"Okay Christine-"

"And warm, and intellectual-"

"Christine!" Raoul yelped. "I'm starting to question your love for me."

"Oh Raoul," she sighed. "I do love you. But get over yourself. He's not goin' to hurt 'em."

"Fine! But we are goin' to supper, dammit. I'm starved."

"Always hungry," she grumbled behind him.

"Bad cook," he grumbled back.

"Bite me."

"Will do."

She huffed and grabbed her shawl, and they left the room.

About the later chapters. Do we want to makethis story a bit cheesy and put a love connection in? Danielle/Phantom? Elsa/Phantom? Or should we keep it all friendship? Keep the suggestions comin'.ALSO: Someone give me a plot I could work with! Anything! Something like "how will they get home?" or something...better...Aahhh! Frazzled! Don't know what to do! HEEELP MEEEE!