Author's Note: Ahh, I'm so sorry I didn't put one earlier! I was at camp for the last 2 weeks. The chapter before this is brandbrandnew.

CelestialGlowEquivalence: Thank you! I appreciate the reviews. Sorry I couldn't get this chapter up earlier!

Audra-the-Strange: haha, yes, well there is a new chapter for your enjoyment!

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Silent-eyes-of-the-Night: Oh Koala. Stay hyper. It keeps things interesting.

A note on this chapter: It's not very Phantom related. It's mostly just Annabella and her personal life…

And now, without further ado, the next chapter!

I turned around, startled. Only, the face that belonged to the hand didn't quite fit the storyline I had been hoping for— namely, my living out the musical. It was the face of a young man, with wavy dark hair and clear blue eyes. He was grinning.

"Andrew!" I shouted, filling the theatre with noise.

"I'm sorry! I just couldn't help myself," he explained, trying not to laugh.

I smiled. The guy was no Phantom of tricks, but he did get me that time. "Well, next time, don't take advantage of me in a dark theatre when I'm in a Phantom trance!"

"Sorry," he repeated, still smiling, but the apology was genuine.

I changed the subject. "What are you doing here, anyway?" I asked, grabbing his hand and squeezing it.

"I thought I might pay you a visit. Is that so wrong?" He returned the squeeze. I laughed. "After rehearsal on a random weekday? When did you get here, anyway?"

"I watched some of the rehearsal, but you didn't seem to notice me. You must have been quite caught up in something."

I shrugged my shoulders. He knew me well. "So the note was from you, then?"

He laughed. "You caught me."

I love it when he laughs.

Still holding his hand, I used my free hand to turn his face towards me, and I kissed him. When our lips parted, I whispered something in his ear.

"Do you have a ride?"

"No, I took a bus here." He was blushing. He always did after I kissed him. It gave me more reason to do so.

"Wanna get something to eat really quick, then?" I picked up my bag and slipped my arm in its handle.

"Definitely."
I smiled and, still holding his hand, led him to the door. As we left the building, I couldn't shake the feeling that I had been watched the whole time, and not just by Andrew…

Was my obsession getting to me? Or had I really been watched?