Summary: A spin-off of the Les Miserables fic"Confessions of a Fangirl", only this time Erik is the lucky stalkee. Maria Patterson takes after her big sister. Why? She also takes fan worship to a new level. Please read and review!

Disclaimer: Phantom of the Opera is mine, but the "Confessions" series DOES belong to me.

Quick Author's note- Some of you may have followed the Les Mis part of this series. You may think "isn't the author notthatlucky?" I had to change my username, simply because r0seinmisery is my web alias everywhere else.

Dear Diary,

Every day I wake up and look at myself in the mirror. I cry when I see my reflection. It's not because I don't like my appearance. It's far from that. It's because there's never a tenor in a mask waiting to whisk me away to his underground lair. I can never get used to the disappointment of Erik never coming for me. One of these days, I know he'll come.

Some people think my hopefulness is strange. They say something about Erik being a fictional character. That may be true. I won't deny that fact. That doesn't mean that I can't dream. Why can't I just pretend that Erik is real and is coming for me? After all, I deserve him a lot more than that Christine hussy did. She had the nerve to leave a musical genius for a FOP. Who in their right mind would leave someone with such passion for a fop?

All I can do now is hope this diary is not a Raoul fan.

I've tried every approach to pair myself up with my love. My first try was to write myself into Phantom of the Opera. First, I was a fellow ballerina. Erik didn't fall in love with Christine. Instead he fell in love with the physically and mentally superior Maria. My next attempt was writing myself in as Raoul's sister who fell madly in love with her brother's biggest enemy. Together, Erik and I Punjab lassoed the fop and went on to work towards world domination! But the world just isn't ready for our regime.

I have to do so much work today. I'm installing a keyboard in my closet. It's a trap for the 'not fictional' Phantom. He will be lured into my closet because he wants the keyboard. He can put it on the organ setting and entrance me with his beautiful music. Then, I will run into the closet and behold! My beloved will be waiting for me with roses. We'll sing to each other all night and never return to the light of day. My closet will become his lair and I will never leave his sight. It will surely work.

Except, I'm not sure Erik will understand how to use the keyboard. There were no electronics in his time. He's not quite over Christine yet, is he? No matter. Soon enough I will take her place in Erik's heart.

Just not right now. I have a therapy session to get to.

Au revoir,

Maria Patterson