Meg skipped along the hall humming softly. She was excited after the standing ovation the audience had given for their performance that evening. Meg was thinking happily about the young suitor who had flirted with her in the foyer earlier. Suddenly she turned a corner and collided with Christine.

Christine's arms went flying upwards along with flowers, chocolates, and small trinkets. Meg gasped, "I'm so sorry, I wasn't thinking about where I was going!" Christine smiled. "It's alright, neither was I." Meg helped Christine pick up the flowers and other items. "I just throw these away, far too many admirers give flowers and such, I wish someone would give me a book." Meg said. Christine nodded. "It does get overwhelming." Just as she said that they heard a mad coughing from behind the wall. "What was that?" Christine looked around.

Meg quizzically replied, "I believe the wall is having a heart attack." The girls dropped their possessions and backed against the other wall. Abruptly the wall from which the coughing came from revolved around as if on hinges. A strange man dressed all in black, with a black hat and white, full-face mask fell out, as if he had been leaning on the wall. He stood up hurriedly, rubbing his chest and gave one last cough. "Forgive me for my impudence; I did not intend to interrupt your conversation. My heart, I dare say, is bothering me again."

At the man's sultry, seductive voice Christine jumped. "You're the Angel of Music!" She exclaimed. Meg looked puzzled at the masked man. "He doesn't look like an angel, more like an actor in costume." Christine began to walk towards the man when he held his hand up. "Dearest, forgive my deceit. I understand you have every right to be angry." Christine stopped and cocked her head. "Who are you really?" She asked. The man bowed. "You may call me Kay-Erik" He replied.

Meg had no idea how to respond so she curtsied. "Pleasure to meet you Kay-Erik, I am Megan and this is Christine." Kay-Erik nodded. "I know who you are, I know who everyone is."

Unexpectedly, from the other side of the wall came a low voice, much like Kay-Erik's. "I too know who everyone is, but this man is entirely new to me. I do not like it." The other wall began to revolve and Meg and Christine slipped to the center of the hallway. Another man, all dressed in black, including a black full-face mask, entered. Christine tottered on her feet as Meg clutched her. Kay-Erik sounded indignant as he asked, "I dare say, who do you think you are?" The man stepped forward and said simply, "O.G" Christine muttered, "Huh." The man swept his cloak out wide and said. "I am the owner and engineer of this Opera House. I have lived her for nearly 20 years, and I am the one who gives you lessons by candlelight, My sweet Christine."

Christine looked back and forth between the two men. Meg asked. "What is your name?" The man replied. "Leroux-Erik". Kay-Erik meanwhile was gritting his teeth and retorted, "I am the architect of this Opera! How dare you come and stake claim to my home!" Both Meg and Christine were enchanted by this situation. Christine smiled at Meg. "I know who they are, two Angel of Music's, one for me and one for you." Meg thought Christine had fallen off the sanity wagon and landed in a pile of psychosis.

Meanwhile Leroux-Erik and Kay-Erik were circling each other, brandishing their fists and glaring. Just then there was a shout from the end of the hallway. "No need to fight gentleman, lets all take a deep breath and calm down." A tall man was walking towards the group. He was wearing a three piece tuxedo and a white bowtie. His mask covered only half of his face, and the other half looked fairly good. Meg smiled. "Can you help us sort out this situation?" She asked. Leroux-Erik glared at the newcomer. "You can't possibly be pretending to be me, you're only half-deformed on your face, and your body is quite spectacular."

The man waved his hands in a grand gesture and bowed. "I am Crawford-Erik" He stated. Kay-Erik chuckled. "This man is a travesty to my existence. I could accept you, Leroux-Erik, but him, heh." The two men advanced on Crawford-Erik and he backed away. Meg and Christine bumped up against the wall. Leroux-Erik and Kay-Erik began pummeling Crawford-Erik, and all three men were screaming, "I am the Opera Ghost, I rule this place!"

Suddenly Leroux-Erik brandished a Punjab-lasso and neatly loped it around Kay-Erik's neck. "Hey, we are fighting together against him!" Kay-Erik protested. Leroux-Erik laughed maniacally, "I fight for myself and no one else! Get out of my Opera House you imposters!" Meg and Christine were confused, and their confusion only deepened when Crawford-Erik dusted himself off and began to sing, "I am the Phantom of The Opera and you are the imposter!" Meg looked at the other two men, saying "Did he just sing that last part?" Christine nodded yes. Kay-Erik laughed, "What on earth was that?"

Crawford-Erik bowed. "I, Monsuier, am a singer, just as you two are I believe." Leroux-Erik looked bewildered. "Er no, I compose music for Christine to sing, although I do often sing myself." Kay-Erik agreed. "I'm a composer too, not a singer" Crawford-Erik snorted in a "Well I'm better than you" type of way and sauntered up next to Christine, who giggled as he ran his fingers along her chin.

Leroux-Erik screamed, "What audacity to touch her!" but before he could do any further damage they heard a shout. "Remove your hands from my Christine." All three Phantoms in the hallway shouted at once, "She's MY Christine!" and then began raising their fists at the unseen voice.

Another voice simply cackled menacingly, and two men appeared from the shadows of the hallway. Meg threw her hands in the air and muttered "Dear God, not more of them." Both men were tall and wearing capes, except the man on the left had a silk and velvet cape while the man on the right had a plastic PVC cape. The man on the right had long blonde hair, no facial deformity, and a rather handsome appearence. The man on the left was drop dead gorgeous, with only a three-quarter mask to hide his left side of his face. He had soft black hair and deep green eyes.

Christine felt herself melt under his gaze and smiled. Meg gently walked up to the long, blonde haired man and whispered lustfully, "Who are you Monsuier?" The man looked Meg up and down, admiring her torso, and whispered back, "Argento-Erik." The other man pushed Crawford-Erik away from Christine and said, "I am Butler-Erik, and you are MY Christine." Christine simply giggled and lost her senses as Butler-Erik leaned against the wall beside her.

Kay-Erik said exasperatedly, "What are you two dolts doing? You can't possibly call yourselves Phantoms of anything, except the Phantom's of Ladies Undergarments." Butler-Erik chuckled and Christine caressed his face while Meg and Argento-Erik did a small dance together, until Argento-Erik came up behind Meg. "You are so very beautiful little Meg" He whispered in her ear as Meg closed her eyes and began to enjoy the sensation.

Suddenly Argento-Erik bit her ear hard and stepped back. Meg, startled, leaped away from Argento-Erik. "He bit me!" Suddenly Crawford-Erik's punjab lasso closed around Argento-Erik's neck while Leroux-Erik hissed, "Don't ever touch Little Meg, or I'll bite off your personal area!" Butler-Erik came over to Argento-Erik and glared at him. The two men were locked in a stand-still and Meg moved over to Christine, while Leroux-Erik and Kay-Erik shielded the girls from the two handsome men.

Kay-Erik sighed and looked at Leroux-Erik. "I dare say this is getting ridiculous, would you care to come with me and explore the rest of this Opera?" Leroux-Erik nodded and looked at the girls. "Megan, Christine, want to join us too?"
Christine was watching open-mouthed as Butler-Erik and Argento-Erik pummeled each other into the ground, fists and hair flying everywhere. Meg nodded and walked with Leroux-Erik and Kay-Erik towards the wall, where they dissapeared and came out on the other side, after which they wondered towards the dressing rooms.