.Hi! Ok I admit it! I couldnt help myself but look at the reviews! I'm enjoying all the feedback I'm getting! YAY! lol Well anywaysI thought my reviewers deserved another chapter and a LONG one too :) to entertain yourselves for a while because I'm going to be busy for a few weeks :( Hope you enjoy the lyrics. I made most of them up. Well here's the chapter!

Chapter 7

Ally changed into a white cotton gown and dropped herself to the bed, exhausted from the day's events. She was drained from all energy whatsoever after Carlotta's outburst complaining about her and Brooke. Supposedly, Brooke and Ally being there broke the prima donna's concentration during rehearsals.

Carlotta was even more outraged when she discovered her and Brooke were going to have small roles in the upcoming opera. The diva whined pathetically, accusing her and Brooke that they might steal her spotlight. Ally shook with fury but giggled when she remembered Brooke rolling her eyes at such a thought.

Also, she was confused when Madame Giry kept glancing at her as if she might disappear at any moment. She had seen Madame Giry read a letter a few minutes earlier and thought she saw a expression of fear in her eyes.

Ally was too tired to figure out what caused Madame Giry to be afraid. She shook her head, getting rid of all the thoughts in her mind. She felt her eyelids droop and gave in to sleep.

Erik was making his way towards Ally's room and finally reached his destination at the mirror. At last, he could take Ally down to his home and show him who he really was and not make the same blunders as he did with Christine. He could pretend to be her not Angel of Music but at least her guardian angel.

A flash of guilt wavered over him. No, I won't try to keep her, he thought, if I do, she'd hate me just like Christine. Erik cleared his mind of guilt and began to sing softly….

Beautiful angel

Goddess of day

Show me to your daylight

He saw Ally open her eyes once he had started to sing. She responded to his voice, seemingly, in some sort of trance.

Angel, is that you?

Oh, what a voice

Please, take me with you!

My guardian angel

I am waiting

Enter at last, angel

She stood waiting. Erik watched her with disbelief.She was begging to him to take her.He shook his head. It doesn't matter, the girl was beckoning to him to finally show himself. Erik hesitated but then decided to go through with it. He sang back…

Flattering child

I'm no angel

See why in shadows I hide

Look at your face in the mirror

I am there inside!

He watched her, turning her head to the mirror. Her eyes grew so wide, he feared they might pop out of her sockets and her mouth formed a small o in surprise. He continued to sing, watching her take a step towards the mirror cautiously getting closer to him….

I am your Angel of Music!

Come to me, Angel of Music!

He slided the door to the mirror open and gave out his hand to her. She stared at it. She hesitated then put her pale hand into his. Erik smiled. This is it, they have passed the point of no return. She was here with him now. He led her away from the mirror, closing it and took her through the candle-litten hallway.

Every now and then, he would glance at her, making sure that she was there behind him and not just a dream. He would always catch her staring at him in awe and wonder. Her smile would send thrills down his spine and her big doe eyes would look into his. Occasionally, her eyes flickered to his mask but then would get lost into his eyes again. Suddenly, she began to sing in a trance-like voice.

In sleep he sang to me

In dreams he came

That voice which calls to me

And speaks my name

And do I dream again?

For now I find

The Phantom of the Opera is there

Inside my mind…

Erik closed his eyes for a moment and savored her heavenly voice singing to him the song Christine sang to himso many longyears ago. He opened his eyes. Two can play at this game…

This time, sing with me

Both our voice in one...

Your voice, so wonderful

Shines as the sun!

And though you turn from me

To glance behind

The Phantom of the Opera is there

Inside your mind…

They were now at the boat and gently he led her inside the boat and then got on himself, paddling away to his home.

What lays beneath that mask?

You must tell me...

I need to understand

Erik sang uncertainly:

Why do you need to see?

Erik's eyes clouded with doubt. Why do women have the curiosity to see what lies beneath the mask? He sang, changing the subject.

Your/My spirit and my/your voice

In one combined

The Phantom of the Opera is there

Inside your/my mind

Erik grinned. How well they sang together, blended into one!

He's here, the Phantom of the Opera…

Everytime she sang a higher note, Erik was there encouraging her. After the last high note, Ally fainted and collapsed into Erik's awaiting arms. Erik held her, wrapping his strong arms around her, feeling the warmth radiating through her body and he let out a content sigh. The boat bumped onto shore.

They were home.