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Softiful: Well, I'm basing Amile's character on my four-year-old niece and she talks like that. Thankees anywho!

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Chapter 3: Box Five

Amile felt no restraint to annoy Erik as much as humanly possible. She was four, what else is there to do? Other than being able to hear things that no normal human can hear, her other talent was bringing anyone to the point of exploding in anger. Which with Erik, his fuse was short and he had a temper like no other. She had never made him explosive mad before, but knowning how persistent she was, it wouldn't be long. And it wasn't.

Box five was off limits to her. She had never been there before and Erik wouldn't allow it. She ran around with the great powerful force of hyperactivity. He wondered where she got her energy. One night, there was an opera and he was getting ready to go. As usual, sneak up and past everyone, get upstairs, go to box five and there you go. But that particular night, it wouldn't be that easy.

Amile sat on the sofa with her blanket bunched up in her arms. "Can I go this time?" He looked at her with an annoyed look. Which was no use since she couldn't see it. "Amile, you know the answer to that." She nodded slowly. "I know daddy, but you say it every night and I get reeeeaaaalllllyyyy bored here." He sighed and shook his head. "No, and that's final." But this was Amile, and no was not in her vocabulary. "Please, please, please, please, plleeeaaaase?" She stuck out her lip in a pleading way. "No." She crossed her arms angrily. "You're mean." she said stiffly. He smirked. "I know I am." He put his cape on and then his mask. She just sat there, glaring. Even with being blind, she knew how to operate her eyes to show as much expression as possible. He looked at her and shook his head again. "Listen, someday, when you're older, I'll let you come with me. Until then, you stay here." "But why can't I go? I'll be quiet. I promise!" He glared at her. "I don't think you'll be able to sneak around all of those people and I can't risk someone seeing you." She sighed and continued hugging her blanket. He walked over and kissed the top of her head. She stuck out her tounge at him. "Bye Amile." he said, a smile evident in his voice. "Bye." she grumbled.

Erik looked down upon the opera with a small smirk. Little Christine was dancing beautifully. Under Amile's request, he had still been teaching her to sing just about every night. And she sang back to him. He could hear talent developing in her. But for now, she was a ballet dancer. He leaned back a little bit and let himself sink into the sound. Until he felt someone else in the box with him. He sat up and looked around and looked behind him. Then he turned back around to see the familiar red blanketed figure of his daughter. He nearly fell out of his chair. "Amile!?!" She smiled at him. "Hi!" He shook his head. "I told you that you couldn't be up here!" She frowned. "But I got past all those people! I can hear them and I know where to hide and stuff." He sighed in defeat and picked her up onto his lap. She nuzzled him and curled up in his arms. She watched the opera with intrest. Which was unusual for a little girl of her age. She giggled at all the funny parts which to even some adults didn't even make sense. At the end, she yawned at stretched out. "I'm tired daddy." He smiled and stroked her long, messy brown hair. She refused to let him brush it. He picked her up and waited until just about everyone left except some maintenence people. Madame Giry came into the box to wipe it down like she did after every show. She looked at Amile who was now asleep in her father's arms. "She's beautiful Erik." Erik smiled and looked down at the sleeping child. "I wish she would act a little different. Then she would be perfect." Mme. Giry laughed. "That's what I say about Meg. Every child is like that, she'll get better." Erik held Amile to him and smiled softly. "I better take her back now." Mme. Giry nodded and smiled. "Good-bye Erik." She continued cleaning