Hello faithful readers! I was thinking of updating tomorrow but I just couldn't do that to you guys. Here's Chapter Six. Basicaly this is where the movie starts. Months have gone by since the first day of school. This is their first play of the year: Romeo and Juliet. I know it's a cliche but I don't know any other plays. Anyways. this chapter has been basically broken up into two parts. The reason I did this is because the original chapter is way too long and you guys might loose interest. I want you guys to have fun and read along. I read it to my sister and she said it was hilarious. I hope you guys feel the same way. Okay, so here goes this beautiful chapter. Sorry, no Phantom as of yet, two more chapters, I SWEAR! Tootles!

BY THE WAY, some of you might have read this chapter already and noticed that I put Tiny Tim in the middle of Romeo and Juliet. I must apologize for this. At first it was going to be A Christmas Carol, ergo Margaret was Tiny Tim. Now, Margaret is Mercutio. Thank you for catching that mistake. (I know that this doesn't have to do anything with my story but right now I'm listening to Past the Point of No Return. -sighs- The Phantom can sing really well!)


"The play will be a complete disaster without me," Carlotta said fixing her make up in the mirror, months later. "I know it will."

Ever since Christine had seen her Angel of Music, she returned once in a while during the night to visit him. He would teach her and take care of her just like her father promised he would.

And after all that, she still hadn't seen his face.

During drama class, she would find a rose with a black silk ribbon tied to the stem. She knew that it was from her Angel. At times, she would find a note attached saying: "Tonight as always." Then that night she would sneak out of the house and see her Angel like the first night.

He would tell her that her voice was improving and that her voice was further matched by her beauty. The notes and roses had stopped a couple of days before.

That night, they were going to make the first play of the year. They were going to play Romeo and Juliet. Meg was Juliet's mother and Carlotta was going to be Juliet. Christine was Carlotta's understudy.

They were all in the dressing rooms backstage preparing for their dress rehearsal before the show.

Carlotta whirled from her reflection in the mirror and leaned against the light colored wood. "The show can't go on without me."

"You're so convinced," Meg said with slight scorn. "Who told you that?"

Carlotta ignored the slight venom in her voice. "André told me. So did the principal. They just love my voice."

"You sure they didn't have ear plugs on when they said it?"

Carlotta looked at Meg murderously. "Whatever Meg. You're the drama teacher's daughter. Without you, she would leave. Why do you think that André can stand you?"

Christine intervened. "Carlotta, you sure André isn't looking for you?"

She scoffed and turned to fix her curls. "They would want their star, wouldn't they?" She sighed and fixed her lip-gloss. "When they want the extras, I'll let you two know."

When she was gone, Christine said very loudly. "Bitch. She's probably sleeping with both the principal and André."

Christine tried to hide her laughter. "It would be like her."

"What would?"

Christine and Meg turned to the door and looked at Raoul. He was dressed to impressed. Christine had to turn from him in order to hide her blushing cheeks.

Whoa, she had never had to do that before.

"Monsieur Raoul," Meg said with a large smile. "What brings you around to the pettiness of the stage?"

"What?" Raoul asked confused.

"Never mind," she said. "What's up?"

"I wanted to wish you girls the best of luck."

"Don't you want to wish the star of the show for good luck?" Meg asked with a sarcastic tone when she said star.

"I told her to break a leg," Raoul said with a shrug. "I don't know why she said thank you."

Christine held a giggle but was unsuccessful.

"Oh, my," Raoul said looking at Christine. "Who is this beautiful creature?"

Meg laughed. "Why Raoul, I don't know! I think its Christine!"

"Megan!" Madame Giry said from somewhere. "Help me with this curtain!"

Meg let out a groan and left both Christine and Raoul alone in the small dressing room.

"Christine, you look great," Raoul complemented.

Christine cocked an eyebrow. "I'm not even in the play."

Raoul approached her. "Unless Carlotta in fact breaks a leg."

Christine sighed. "One can only hope."

Raoul smiled as if to himself then reached out to her.

Christine stepped back, scared. "What is it?"

"You have something on your face," he said to her. Then his hand reached out and touched her cheek. After a second, he said, "There you go."

Christine smiled. "Thank you."

But his hand remained on her cheek and Christine didn't mind. "You really do look beautiful."

"Thank you," she breathed.

He began to move in to kiss her (she knew that was why he was moving in) but abruptly stopped when a large clattering sound was heard.

Raoul jumped back and looked around. "What the hell was that?"

Christine shook her head, trying to break away from the trance she had been in. "I don't know."

Christine followed Raoul as he made his way onstage where a screaming would not stop.

"What's going on?" He demanded.

Christine looked up and saw that one of the props that was supposed to fly in that night on the stage during the play had fallen. The thick rope lay on the wooden floor next to the very large Styrofoam piano.

The piano was supposed to drop in from the sky on Romeo's head during the play. Obviously people were going to hold the rope so that it didn't really hit him in the head or else what happened then would have happened to Billy who was playing Romeo.

The piano lay in pieces all over the floor. Carlotta was freaking out, still screaming incoherently.

Madame Giry then appeared on the scene. "What is going on here?"

Carlotta's screaming was still incoherent but she managed to speak. "I was practicing my lines when the damn thing dropped!" Carlotta screamed, hardly making any sense. "I was nearly killed!" Then she broke into hysterical –fake- sobbing.

The principal and André ran to comfort her. "Don't you worry Carlotta. You'll be fine. See? Not a scratch."

Christine surveyed the damage.

"Thomas!" Madame Giry hollered. "Weren't you supposed to make sure that everything was set for tonight?"

"But I double tied it!" Came a shrieking voice from above. "I only turned my back for a second!"

Christine looked at the thick rope. Then she picked it up, she could tell someone had definitely messed with it. "Madame Giry."

Madame Giry turned to Christine. "Yes, Christine?"

"It was cut."

Madame Giry examined it too. "It appears it has been." Then her gentle voice turned stone cold. "If I find out who did this, they will be suspended!"

"It was the Phantom!"

They all turned to Margaret. Margaret was going to playMercutio that night. Al though Mercutio was a boy, she won the role. She was somehow perfect for the part. She was a freshman and smaller than the others. Her red hair was in the hat and she didn't have her sword yet.

"The Phantom?" The principal said outraged. "Oh, yes it was the Phantom! If there is no one to blame it on, blame it no someone that doesn't exist!"

"I saw him," Margaret squeaked. "He was wearing black gloves when he held the rope. I saw him take out a blade and cut it. He did it on purpose!"

Meg went to Margaret. "It'll be fine, don't worry."

Madame Giry turned to her commanding voice again. "Students get ready, we can't afford any distractions. The show starts in four hours! What are you still doing here! Move, MOVE!"

Everyone scurried back to his or her tasks again.

Raoul shook his head. "Now all we need is a earthquake."

Christine went back to the dressing room with Meg jut like Madame Giry had instructed. When they reached the doorframe Christine froze.

There was a red rose with a silk ribbon tied around it.

Meg jumped with joy. "The secret admirer! Christine he's back!"

Christine chuckled. "It seems that way, yes?"

Meg took the rose in her hands. "When shall I meet him? I am assuming it's a him, right?"

Christine smiled and walked to the mirror. "Yes, it is a him."

As Meg sat on the dresser, Christine sat on a chair and placed her feet on the dresser.

"Do you remember when Carlotta saw the rose for the first time?" She said laughing.

Christine smiled too. It had happened months ago but it was still too funny.

Meg spoke with an accent that Carlotta didn't have. "What is zis rrrose? I am allerrrgic to rrroses! Gets its away from moi! I willz breek out in hives!" She laughed. "Can you imagine?" She said dropping the accent. "Carlotta in hives?" Then she looked at the rose, thinking. "Its not a bad idea, it will give you the part."

"No, Meg," Christine said firmly.

"We can crush the petals and put in somewhere she carries around all the time! Come on! I'm getting pretty good at chem lab. We can probably put it in her orange juice."

"As much as I would enjoy it, no."

"Come on," Meg begged. "No one will know."

"I will know," Christine told her. "It's not right."

Meg rolled her green eyes. "Whatever." Then she gave Christine the rose. As Christine sniffed it, Meg said, "Come help me run lines."

Christine placed the rose on her dresser next to her bookbag so she wouldn't forget it and followed Meg out the door to the stage.