Okay, kind reviewers, I changed my mind. There won't be two more chapters. This will be the last one. I found that it was too short so I just added the next one. it's nothing fancy or anything and I guess it will answer your questions of wheter there will be a sequel or not. I already wrote out the first chapter but I don't know if anyone will read it. In a way, I think it will butcher the story... but that's just me. No title as of yet, and I haven't exactly written it out. Its in a notebook so... perhaps I will write it later today. Okay this is the last chapter: Twenty-Eight


A Promise Not Left Forgotten...

One year later…

Meg grabbed the large bowl full of macaroni. Christine grabbed the plate of the utensils and the plate.

"Got it?" Meg asked before going outside.

"Yeah, I do," Christine said, taking a macaroni and popping it in her mouth.

They stepped outside to the patio. The patio had a roof made to protect them from the sun. It wasn't over the pool, but over the patio furniture where Madame Giry was sitting and the barbecue where Raoul was standing over.

Raoul's brother was with Madame Giry, discussing how the following year's operas and play were to be funded.

Meg placed the macaroni on the table between them and sat down next to her mother, taking yet another bread roll.

"Eat anymore bread and I'll think you'll blow," he said aside to Meg.

"Shut up, Phillipe," Meg told him placing it in her mouth. "I don't see you complaining."

Phillipe smiled crookedly, eyeing Meg's ballerina bikini. Then he remembered he was in front of Meg's mother and continued the conversation with Madame Giry.

Christine walked to Raoul and placed the plate and utensils next to him on a small table. "Here you go."

Raoul nodded and continued to tend the meat. He continued to bop his head to the rhythm playing on the radio they brought out.

"Who's singing?" Christine asked him.

Raoul shrugged. "I don't know."

Christine laughed and kissed his cheek.

Raoul turned his head and kissed her on the lips.

It must have been for a long time for Meg started groaning. "Ew. Guys, get a room, will ya?"

Christine snorted and pulled away, hugging her boyfriend. This is paradise.

"Okay, guys," Raoul said placing the meat on the plate. "Steak's ready."

Christine took the plate and placed it on the table next to the macaroni.

Madame Giry looked at her appraisingly. "Christine, that bathing suit suits you."

Christine glanced down at her bikini. It was white with black music notes. She fell in love with it instantly. "Thank you, Madame Giry."

"I'm glad you bought it," she finished.

"After Meg begged me, I did," Christine smiled then she glanced around. "Speaking of which, where is she?"

Madame Giry turned and glanced at her daughter who looked like she was playing a game with Phillipe. Looking closely, she saw she was trying to avoid getting pushed into the pool by him.

Raoul sighed behind Christine. "I wish Phillipe would act his age." Then he hollered, "Children, whenever you're ready."

Meg giggled with delight and fell in, taking Phillipe with her.

"Oy vay," Raoul said, rolling his brown eyes. "Phillipe, come on. The food's gonna get cold."

Meg ran out of the pool and stood behind Christine, taking her upper arms, using her as shield. "Don't come any closer!"

Christine rolled her eyes too. "If this is what married life is like, I don't think I like it."

Raoul laughed and sat down. "Come on, Phillipe. You're twenty-two, set an example."

Phillipe sat down and eyeing Phillipe cautiously, Meg sat down too, Madame Giry between them.

They served themselves and when they were about dig in, Meg yelled, "Wait!"

Raoul had a piece of steak going to his mouth and cursed softly when Meg told him to wait. He put it back on the plate. "Yes, Megan?"

Meg took her glass of diet coke. "I think we should have a toast."

Phillipe nodded. "Yeah," taking his cup he said, "To my infinite wealth."

Meg looked at him furiously.

Phillipe looked at her unsure. "To Raoul and I's infinite wealth?"

Meg shook her head.

"Okay, what?"

Meg stood. "To Christine and mine's graduation. Raoul finishing his first year of college."

Phillipe called out. "And my-"

Meg rolling her green eyes said, "Phillipe's infinite wealth."

"Right," Raoul said scarcastically.

"Another year at high school for Mom." To this she added, sarcastically, "Good luck with that one."

Christine giggled. "Best of luck."

"To our two lovebirds," Meg said, with her coke still high up in the air. "May the future bring them happiness."

"Hear, hear," Phillipe said aloud.

Raoul took Christine's hand and kissed it.

"Okay, now people," Meg told them . "Now I'm serious. "To Joseph, James and the people who died in the fire. May their souls find peace wherever they are."

Everyone around the table nodded and suddenly the only person that hadn't spoken at all, said, "And to Erik."

Christine put her cup down and looked at Madame Giry. She didn't know that he was alive, she thought Raoul killed him. No wonder Madame Giry didn't warm up to him as quickly as everyone else.

"Who's Erik?" Meg asked.

There was a silence that seemed to last forever. She could feel Raoul tense next to her.

"Who's Erik?" Phillipe asked Meg.

Christine looked down, thinking about what happened the year before. After Erik had left, she found out that the fire that consumed the auditorium took almost half of the drama building. Three people died under the chandelier, Susan Granger, Peter Sommers and Scott Kamp.

She would never forget those names.

She saved the wedding dress, knowing it was the only thing she had from her Angel of Music. She tried to move on and succeeded by completing and graduating her senior year.She even got a scholarship to UCLA in the Performing Arts.

Smiling, she raised her cup. "May Erik find happiness wherever he may be."

Madame Giry smiled also and began to drink her cup. Christine and her were the only ones.

After a couple of minutes, they all did.

Meg nudged Christine. "Who's Erik?"


"Damn Phillipe," Meg mumbled as they went up the stairs, back in Meg's house. "If all guys were like him-"

"Then you'd go out with every one," Christine told her. "You have the hots for him, I know you do."

Meg giggled a bit. "Whatever, Christine." Then she sighed and stopped at the top of the stairs. "I do know one thing, though."

"What's that?"

Meg began to run, as if in a race. "I call the shower first!"

Christine groaned. "Oh, Meg!"

She was answered by a slamming door.

Christine sighed and walked into the room, already reaching behind her to unbuckle her bathing suit. But her hands froze when she saw something on her bed.

A rose lay silently on her bed with a note.

She approached the bed and picked up the rose with a trembling hand.

The rose had no thorns and there was a silk black ribbon around the stem.

Under the rose there was an envelope. She picked up the envelope and turned it, staring at the red wax skull. She turned it again and opened it with shaking hands.

She had never seen his writing and was not surprised to find it was black, neat and straight. It read:

"My dear Christine,

I have kept my promise thus far. I will spare you the details for I know it does not interest you. This year has been full of questions for me, some of which I cannot answer. No one knows of my history and I mean to keep it that way. I know that you thought that this way, having a new life and such, I will forget you, but it is not true. I need you with me now as much as I needed you then. You are my siren, my Angel of Voice and I can't bear the thought of not being with you. I cannot be with you but for now, dreaming of you, my muse, will suffice. What you said earlier today is true, I will find happiness but onlydreaming of you singing songs in my head.

Your obedient servant,

A.G. "

Christine looked up from the letter in her tremulous hands. "Oh, shit."

To be continued…?


CHRISTINE'S FAVORITE PHRASE, in case you haven't noticed.
I had to use A.G. cause it's in the movie andI never used it before, oh not to mention the book. There will be one more chapter, but it has nothing to do with the story. Thank you everyone for the great reviews! Hope you enjoyed my little project that took up at least four months of my life.
BTW, has anyone heard Phantom of the Opera by Nightwish? I LOVE THAT SONG! Basically its the same Andrew Lloyd Webber song only it's rock! I love rock, my favorite genre after classical music so this song was right up my alley. Has anyone heard of Nightwish? If you ever get the chance to listen to Phantom of the Opera, I highly recommend it. But that's just me, I spend my spare time listening to Linkin Park and Green Day so...
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