Yay, I finally got it up. This is a long one, 8 pages on Microsoft Word. Well, I introduce new characters, Lauren, Marissa, and Ana. Many things unfold here in this chapter. Pay attention to things, because in later chapters, some information in this chapter will be needed later. Um… I hope you like it. I should have my next chapter up in a few days. Now, getting off topic, they are auctioning off things from the movie. The Phantom's cape is now for either (I don't know which way the US dollar to GB pound is but I know it is 2:1) $3,000 US dollars, or $1,500 US dollars. Currently in pounds it is GBP 2,272. Well, Please R&R!


Chapter 10: A Tedious Audition Part:2

Another day has once again come. For Erik that means a day of dreaded auditions, a tedious rehearsal, and horrible singers. While he was above ground, he looked at the audition lists for both Pierre and his father, Armand. Pierre's role was of a tenor and Armand's of a bass. The auditions would start in a few minutes, a soon as he took his seat and called the first person, so he did. First, it would be the three young men trying out for the part of Pierre, and four for the role of Armand.

"First," He said, calling the singers to order, "will be Jacob, auditioning for Pierre. Take your places on either, stage right or stage left." He once again took his seat and Jacob walked onto the middle of the stage, Monsieur Cardenas, the music director, who took place of Monsieur Reyer, who retired after 'Don Juan', started playing the music. He hit wrong notes one after each other, rarely hitting a right note. Erik dismissed him, and gestured for the next person to come on. His name was Scott. While he sang, you could hear his slight German accent, but he would have to do, if the last person couldn't sing Pierre's part well. When Scott walked off the stage satisfied, Javier, the last person, came on. As he stepped onto the stage, Erik knew that he had the right talent to be cast as Pierre, for Erik had previously heard him sing the year earlier. The orchestra played and he sang his parts in, 'Don't Let Go'.

You give me something that I can believe in.

Go of this moment in time.

I can't explain the things that I'm feeling.

No, I won't let go.

Now would you mind if I bared my soul,

If I came right out and said you're beautiful.

Cause there's something here I can't explain,

I feel I'm diving into driving rain.

You get my senses running wild,

I can 't resist your sweet, sweet smile.

So take this feeling 'n make it grow,

Never let it - never let it go.

You give me something that I can believe in.

Go of this moment in time.

I can't explain the things that I'm feeling.

No, I won't let go.

You give me something that I can believe in.

Go of this moment in time.

I can't explain the things that I'm feeling.

No, I won't let go.

Erik was astonished with how well he sang it.

"Congratulations, Javier," Erik praised him out loud, "You shall be our new Pierre. Come to me to pick up your script. Rehearsals shall be in one hour. You need to look over it." Javier walked over to him and got his script, before he left, he bowed to Erik. "Ok, I need everyone else auditioning to come onto the stage." He called shooing everyone except for four men. Because there was no real 'solo song' for Armand, Erik decided to make them sing a few scales and exercises; the D minor scale, the G major scale, the regular solfege scale (Do, Re, Mi, Fa, Sol, La, Ti, Do), and a solfege exercise.

After the first two people, who Erik had eliminated, there was only the last two people, Jerrod and Joshua. Jerrod walked onto the stage and sang his two scales. Then he continued with the solfege;

Do, Re, Mi, Fa, Sol, La, Ti, Do. Do, Ti, La, Sol, Fa, Mi, Re, Do.

He took a short pause and then continued with;

Do.

Do, Re, Do.

Do, Re, Mi, Re, Do.

Do, Re, Mi, Fa, Mi, Re, Do.

Do, Re, Mi, Fa, Sol, Fa, Mi, Re, Do.

Do, Re, Mi, Fa, Sol, La, Sol, Fa, Mi, Re, Do.

Do, Re, Mi, Fa, Sol, La, Ti, La, Sol, Fa, Mi, Re, Do.

Do, Re, Mi, Fa, Sol, La, Ti, Do, Ti, La, Sol, Fa, Mi, Re, Do.

That particular exercise was the most difficult one. He sang it perfectly, not going sharp to Di, or flat to Ra. Erik was impressed, but still, he had to be fair to Joshua. Erik still auditioned him. He made a mental not to himself about Joshua's performance, "He messed up a few notes, and he doesn't have enough breath support." He was automatically canceled him from Erik's consideration.

"A job well done, Monsieur Jerrod. You shall be cast as Armand. Rehearsals will be in exactly 45 minutes. Look over you script well. It shall be a rough rehearsal." Erik said, congratulating him. Jerrod did as he was told, and picked up him script. In Erik's mind, he was hoping that he had picked the right people, and was still questioning himself if casting Carlotta was a wise decision. Well, his final thought was that he could always fire her after he was finished producing 'Love of All Things'.

"Excuse me, Monsieur Beaumount?" Marissa, a very talented ballet student, asked, breaking his train of thought, "would you happen to know where Mademoiselle Giry and Madame Daaé are? I've looked everywhere." Erik really had no idea. He only knew that Christine met up Meg earlier.

"I'm sorry, but I can't really help you. Have you asked Madame Giry? She might know." Erik said, not really paying attention to the girl.

"I have. She said that they were most likely running around the opera house, or in Madame Daaé's old dressing room. She also told me that if I want to Madame Daaé's old dressing room, that I must knock first, and also ask you before I did so." She said, silently prompting Erik to give her permission.

"You may go and see if they're in there." Erik said understanding that it was what she wanted to hear, "Just knock and if they ask whom you are, then just tell them you name. Also, do you know Pig Latin?"

"No, I don't" She said, not knowing why he wanted to know.

"Well, after you tell them your name, say, 'Erikway etlay emay omecay.' Then they will let you in. That sentence is… well, what's the word I'm looking for… the passcode." He replied, hoping she would buy his reason for the Pig Latin.

"Ok. It was, um… 'Erikway etlay emay omecay.' Right? Thanks Monsieur Beaumount." She said as she curtsied to him and left to the dressing room. It wasn't that long to the room. When Marissa reached the door, she could hear Christine and Meg, whispering. She decided to knock on the door.


Meg and Christine were just coming back through the mirror. Like her normal self, Christine had left her script on the organ, and they had a rehearsal that day. Meg decided to go down with her so she wouldn't be alone. Anyway, it would only be about 30 minutes, just enough time to make it on time to the rehearsal. They had returned and were stepping out of the mirror when they heard someone knock on the door. Afraid, they ran out of the mirror and closed it fast.

"Who is it?" Christine asked, catching her breath.

"It's Marissa. Oh yeah, 'Erikway etlay emay omecay.'" She said, hoping she said the last part right.

"Of course, come in." Christine said, understanding what she had said in Pig Latin, 'Erik let me come.' "Come in Marissa. I'm sorry." Meg opened the door and let her in. For only being 15, she had beautiful hair. It was a light brunette and very curly, but not a tight curls.

"I wanted to congratulate both of you, on your parts, Madame Daaé and Mademoiselle Giry." She said, looking at them with gleaming eyes. To her, they were her role models.

"Please," Christine said, rather flattered by her compliment, "call me Christine, and her Meg. We are, after all, your friends. We just happen to be older than you.:

"Thank you so much for the compliments." Meg said, trying to cut Christine off from her never ending babbling about anything, "Well, I know you're a dancer, what did you get? You're really good. You would be a great Fantine."

"Actually," Marissa said rather proud of herself, "I did get the role of Fantine. I'm quite happy."

"Great job. It's the biggest ballet role for girls in the whole opera." Christine praised her, proud of her accomplishment, "And you're only 15. Wow! We better hurry, for I think the rehearsal will start soon, and you know how grouchy Er…" Meg elbowed Christine in her side, reminding her that Marissa didn't know about the whole, 'Erik, The Phantom of the Opera, is really Monsieur Beaumount' thing. "Monsieur Beaumount gets when we're late." Christine and Meg quickly put on fake grins, hoping that Marissa wouldn't catch on. She raised one of her eyebrows in suspicion.

"We might want to." Marissa put in as Meg walked out of the room. She took that as her queue to leave. Christine trailed in the back, closing the door behind her. As they walked to the auditorium, they laughed over stories of Carlotta and he fits. When they reached the big French doors, the fell silent, and slowly opened them to find the rehearsals about to start. They hurried down the center aisle to the stage, where everyone was.


"Look who decided to show up." Erik whispered sarcastically to Christine, as she walked past him.

"I'll talk about it later." Christine whispered back before she walked onto the stage.

"I take that you all have your scripts." Monsieur Cardenas said to his cast, "It would be horrible if Monsieur Beaumount's opera didn't have prepared cast with correct lines. I take that you all have looked over both scenes. Let's start. Places!"

Ericka (Christine): Mother. Why must I get married? I still don't see.

Ericka's Mother (Erik): We shant let them have the country!

(Upset, she walks to her room, closes the door, and stares out the window onto the street.)

Ericka: Why can't I be the same as everyone else? (Her door is knocked.)

Jeanette: It's me, Jeanette. Open please?

Ericka: Oh my. (She opens the door, and seats her down.)

Jeanette: You look sad, what's the matter.

Ericka: Tonight I shall meet Pierre. But not like I care. This is arranged. For I am only nineteen. I can't do it.

Jeanette: Well, how does he look? Maybe you might change your mind.

Ericka: How am I to know? All I do know is that he is twenty-three. (They continue chatting, Scene is changed to Pierre's house.)

Pierre: Who is this Ericka? Who is she?

Armand: The Viscount's daughter. You must marry her. We shant let them have the country!

Pierre: I still don't understand. I've never even seen her. This isn't fair!

Armand: Why are you complaining. They happen all the time. No one really cares! You shall meet her in the next day.

Pierre: Fine! I will meet her. I'll do as you say. (The curtain closes. Scene is of the next day, and is in the woods. There we see Pierre and Ericka. They obviously meet.)

Pierre: By any chance, are you Ericka?

Ericka: Are you by chance, Pierre? (He bows.) I see! (Liking the way he looks.)

Pierre: Were you looking for someone handsome? You're most likely not looking at me.

Ericka: You're everything I wanted and more. I just didn't think an arranged meeting would end up like this.

Pierre: The only reason why my father wanted me to marry was:

Ericka/Pierre: We shant let them have the country!

Pierre: Now, I have another reason. I can't believe this. I think I'm in love. (Their duet.)

Ericka: I can't believe this moment's come,

It's so incredible that we're alone.

There's so much to be said and done,

It's impossible not to be overcome.

Will you forgive me if I feel this way,

Cause we've just met - tell me that's OK.

So take this feeling 'n make it grow,

Never let it - never let it go.

(Ericka)/Pierre: (Don't let go of the things you believe in)

You give me something that I can believe in.

(No, Don't let go of this moment in time)

Go of this moment in time.

(Don't let go of things that you're feeling)

I can't explain the things that I'm feeling.

(No, Don't let go)

No, I won't let go.

Pierre: Now would you mind if I bared my soul,

If I came right out and said you're beautiful.

Cause there's something here I can't explain,

I feel I'm diving into driving rain.

You get my senses running wild,

I can 't resist your sweet, sweet smile.

So take this feeling 'n make it grow,

Never let it - never let it go.

(Ericka)/Pierre:

(Don't let go of the things you believe in)

You give me something that I can believe in.

(No, Don't let go of this moment in time)

Go of this moment in time.

(Don't let go of things that you're feeling)

I can't explain the things that I'm feeling.

(No, Don't let go)

No, I won't let go.

Ericka: I've been waiting all my life,

To make this moment feel so right.

The feel of you just fills the night,

So come on -just hold on tight.

(Ericka)/Pierre: (Don't let go of the things you believe in)

You give me something that I can believe in.

(No, Don't let go of this moment in time)

Go of this moment in time.

(Don't let go of things that you're feeling)

I can't explain the things that I'm feeling.

(No, Don't let go)

No, I won't let go.

Every so often, Monsieur Cardenas would stop them, and correct a mistake. Someone would be breathing at the wrong time, or someone would pronounce something wrong. When they had gone through it once with out messing up, Monsieur Cardenas gave the singers a break. Madame Giry still wanted to practice with the ballet students.

"Look at her." Meg said, looking at Marissa dance, "She does it well. She doesn't miss many steps."

"She does make a great Fantine." Lauren, one of their friends, said, "I could never dance like that." Lauren was an Alto. She, like Marissa, was 15. Lauren secured the role of Ericka's sister, Eponine. It wasn't a big part, but not small either. The thing that made Lauren stand out about most of the singers was that she was relatively short. For what she was lacking in height, she made up with her voice. "Ugh. We have to go back now. I was just enjoying our break." Lauren said in protest of them having to go back and sing.


"What role did you get, Ana?" Marissa asked another ballet student.

"Villager #2." She said rather disappointed, "And what did you receive?" She asked rather conceitedly.

"Um… Fantine." Marissa replied hesitantly, trying not to make Ana fell bad. When she spoke the name of the role, an evil glaze went over Ana's eyes.

All during rehearsals, Ana would purposely bump into Marissa, and say rather meanly, "Sorry, my mistake." She just brushed the comment off and continued to dance. Whenever Madame Giry would compliment Marissa about a certain move, Ana's hate only grew.

"You may take a break. You have been working hard. In 15 minutes, we'll put the whole scenes together. Shoo, off the stage." Madame Giry called out. The ballet girls sighed, delighted to take a break. Marissa didn't like most of the dancers, so she decided to hang around Ana. Ana still looked grumpy.

"Hi Ana." She called out to her, "How come you bumped into me earlier?" That was probably the worst possible question to ask at that moment.

"I told you, I just happened to bump into you!" Ana snapped angrily, "I said sorry! What more do you want?" With that said, she stormed off, leaving Marissa alone. Lonely, she walked to the audience seats and sat down. For the rest of the break, she listened to Meg, Christine, and Lauren sing beautifully.


"That's all for the night." Monsieur Cardenas said, "There'll be no rehearsals tomorrow, but we will resume in two days at noon. Madame Giry and our managers won't be here, for they are going to a conference for all head employees of opera houses in all of France. So, I shall be in charge." Everyone was happy to leave. Christine, Marissa, Meg, and Lauren all said 'Good Bye' to each other, but Meg and Christine stayed behind, while the other two left for their rooms.

"Tomorrow, my mother said I could do anything I liked, and I wanted to know if you wanted to go shopping with me. Would you want to? Maybe Marissa and Lauren would also like to go. Would that be ok?" Meg asked Christine, who was delighted to go.

"Sure, the more the merrier." Christine said happily, "Let's meet at the big French doors at 9:00." Meg agreed and ran off to try to catch Marissa and Lauren and tell them the plans for the next day. Christine had stood in the hallway for a little, thinking of the rehearsal. Erik had sneaked up behind her and put his hands down on her shoulders. "My God! Erik! Don't do that!" She complained in protest.

"Come, we need to go back home now. I believe that you are hungry." Erik said, leading her to the closest trap door. It was in the far corner of the hall. Like the passageway from Box 5, this one bypassed the lake, making it a shorter route.

"Tomorrow, I'm going to go out with Meg and possibly two other friends." Christine informed him, "I won't tell you where we're going, because the you will most likely follow us, and also because I really don't know the exact details. What will you do with yourself tomorrow?"

"Actually, I need to catch up with some reading of mine, and pick up some financial forms for the costumes, props, and scenery." Erik said, just as they reached the music room.

That night, Christine fell asleep listening to Erik playing the organ. The faint melody of 'Don't Let Go' from his opera, bounced off the walls, forcing her into a deep sleep.


Woo! That was long. But I needed to put it up. Here is my chapterly excerpt. In the next chapter, I add some fluff. I asked Marissa to write me some, because I can't write fluff for crap. Or flaff. Hehe. That's what Marissa would call it.

Chapter 11: A Few More Secrets Unveiled

"What kept you so long?" Meg asked, rather perplexed.

"Someone was holding me behind." Christine said as they both giggled about their own, inside joke. The other two were confused because they didn't know about Erik.

(Another point in the chapter)

"Hm… What book? What book shall I read?" Erik asked himself. He turned and looked around the library. There he saw, on a small table, was a book; the parchment bound book, which was his old journal.

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