PLEASE NOTE! THIS IS A SEQUEL TO MY STORY 'FOOLS WITH STARRY EYES'! IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THAT STORY, YOU WILL NOT UNDERSTAND THIS ONE! PLEASE READ THAT ONE ( FOOLS WITH STARRY EYES) FIRST!

You Are the Only One

Chapter I- Wild Fire

Meg's disappearance spread through wild fire through the Opera House. Some of the ballet girls had figured that she had run off with the Phantom ("She always was odd!" said Odette to the smallest ballerina). They enjoyed discussing just where they could be. The most popular destination they could think of was America or England. Almost every one that eloped ended up somewhere in England or America. It was a staple of eloping.

While the ballet girls where discussing, the Stage Hands were betting. They bet just how long it would take for Meg to turn up in some Homeless Shelter in Paris, as the Angel dumped her for some new sexy protégée. The main runners were two years and five weeks.

They didn't even stop when Madame Giry entered the room, but they did have the decency to lower their voices.

Madame Giry recorded all of this in her letters to Meg, except the parts about the Stage Hands betting pool. She knew it would only fret her daughter. Thus she skipped over the betting pools and only mentioned that the Opera House was buzzing over her disappearance. Meg was awfully delighted that they were fretting- a small revenge to a wicked place.

Little Jammes was not idle during this. She spent most of her days trying to find as much information as she could about the whereabouts of Meg. She had whittled down England and America. Even though the Ghost was supposedly rich- he was not that rich.

No one could buy a visa on such short notice.

She couldn't wait to exact her revenge upon the couple. It would be so sweet.

Meanwhile, the Emperor was still hanging around the Opera House. He visited all the places that Meg had visited. It made many people very nervous- Meg had refused him, so why was he still hanging around the Opera Populaire?

It was around that time when Little Jammes had an idea. She went up to the Emperor and murmured "Your Grace," and curtsied deeply. The Emperor turned around and sighed.

"What do you want?"

"My Grace," she said, slipping her arm through the Emperor's arm and guided him out of the auditorium. "What if I told you that I have a suspicion that I may know where your dear Meg Giry is, and that I will gladly help you in getting her back?"

Okay, sorry its such a short chapter… but I swear it will be much longer! Please Reviewww!