(Here's chappie two. I still don't own it. Damn.)

Chapter Two

Anna arrived at the JFK airport very early on a Saturday morning four weeks after her first performance as Christine. Andy wasn't with her because he couldn't get off work for another week, but he promised to join her on their next tour stop in London. Anna was disappointed that Andy would be missing her Opera House debut, but she got over it as she arrived at the airport, the excitement and nerves taking over.

Most of the cast was already at the gate. Chris and Joey, the Phantom and Raoul, were crashed on the floor by the gate entrance, using their backpacks for pillows and their jackets for blankets. Claire, who played Meg, was involved in an extremely heated match of Crazy Eights with Cheri, Jon and Keven (Carlotta, Buquet and Piangi). Mary (Madame Giry) was reading the National Enquirer and sipping a latte.

Chris lifted his head weakly when Anna plopped down next to him.

"Is Ted here yet?" Anna asked.

"Uh uh. Not coming." Chris groaned, sitting up. "Emergency at the theater." Anna frowned at this news.

"So he's not coming at all?"

"He's catching the red eye tonight." Chris layed down again.

"Okay." Anna said, getting comfortable. She layed her head down on Chris's stomach and had barely dozed off when their flight was announced.

"Anna-banana, wake up," Chris said, gently shaking her.

"Nooo...can't wanna."

"You can sleep on the plane. It's a twelve hour flight."

"Lovely." she said. She got up and dragged her carry-on to the gate, handing her ticket to the woman at the podium, she boarded the plane.

Chris took the seat next to her as a baby wailed and a frantic young mother tried to soothe it behind them.

"Anna you look tired, are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" Chris persisted.

"It's nothing at all really." Anna lied. After she had told Andy about the whole tour thing, he had seemed excited, but worried about her as well. Anna had laughed it off, but ever since then she'd had nightmares. She kept dreaming of a shadowy figure in candlelight. Inky water swirled around his robes and a glint of a knife reflected off of a white mask.

"No, Anna, something's wrong. There's circles under her eyes and you're pale." Chris said, feeling her forehead.

"Chris, you worry about me too much."

"Just tell me what's--oh, wait." Chris removed his cell phone from his pocket and answered it. "Yeah...okay. Alright...you will? Okay...I-I will tell the rest...sure. Bye. See ya. YES!"

Click.

Chris stared at the phone with distaste. "That man won't shut up once he gets going...He's meeting us in Paris. The problem's fixed." Chris turned off his cell and put it back in his pocket.

"What problem was there?" Anna asked.

"Something with a busted water pipe in the prop room. You know the rusty one that we all bet on when it would break?"

"Yeah."

"Well, it broke early this morning, around three. Which reminds me--Cheri?"

"Yes dearest?" Cheri murmered, turning around in her seat.

"You won the pipe bet. It broke this morning."

"Yes! I knew it! I knew it!" Cheri exclaimed. "Jon! You owe me that drink!" As Cheri got up to gloat, Anna rubbed her eyes. She was feeling worse and worse by the second.

"Please fasten your seatbelts. We will be departing shortly. Enjoy your flight."

"Fat chance." Chris grumbled as the sound of metal on metal filled the cabin. Jon pushed Cheri down in her seat, buckling her in, Cheri making a game of trying to take his glasses. It had long been rumored around the theater that Jon and Cheri were secretly having an affair. They vehemently denied it, but they had been caught on numerous occasions by numerous people doing numerous suspicious things in numerous locations. Like the time Jon had challenged Cheri to a drinking contest. They had found him on the floor of the costume room wearing nothing but a lepoard printed speedo, a pink feathered boa and Cheri's bra.

"Anna, are you sure you don't need a Tylenol or something?" Chris began digging in his laptop bag. Anna groaned.

"Just give me a barf bag," cried the broadway star.

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