A/N: Eep! Must get chapter up... Must hurry... Sorry, no time to respond to reviews, but I loved getting them!

Oh, I forgot to put a quote in the last chapter... I'll do two here. (tmotn hunts around for some good quote) Well, this is the best I can do.

I am the road

Leading to no return.

Secret of life,

Finally his to learn.

Once on This Island, the musical.

Does this correspond to those unspoken secrets he'd learn past the point of no return?

You talk of battles to be won,

And here he comes like Don Juan,

He's better than an opera!

Le Mis (again!) hehe, Don Juan and opera in the same sentence can't be a mistake!

After she had come back to the opera house, and was in her bed, Kat decided that the dinner had gone rather well. It certainly could have been a lot worse, she thought. Despite being suffocated by a corset, and not knowing proper etiquette, she and the others had managed to survive. Raoul had asked that they be seated in a corner, and their mistakes had been overlooked by the restaurant at large. Kat shifted and pulled the blanket farther around her. Tomorrow would be a big day, with everyone returning to the opera house.

Kat hoped that nothing bad would happen. But maybe she'd get to meet other characters! Kat grinned and wondered what Meg and Madame Giry would look like. She wondered if Carlotta would show up.

The next morning Kat woke and jumped out of bed immediately, which was quite rare for her. She changed and opened the door, glancing out into the hall.

"Kat, Kat!" She heard someone calling. She looked down the hall and saw Kite and Alex peering around the corner. She grinned and beckoned them over. Kite shook his head and beckoned to her. With a sigh, Kat walked down to them.

"What, to lazy to walk down the hall?" She asked. Alex shook his head.

"We met Mrs. Giry," he said, as if this should explain everything.

Kat grinned. "Really? What was she like?" She asked eagerly. Alex shrugged.

"Not to interesting," he said, "she found us waiting outside your door and said that we shouldn't be here, it wasn't decent." Kat chuckled.

"Well, you know, proper etiquette," she said, waving her hand around.

"I would have thought friends could wait on each other." Alex said in annoyance.

"Not when it's a girl and a boy," Kat reminded him.

"So, Mrs. Giry said that if we were determined to wait for you, we weren't allowed to come past that corner." He said. They went down to find something to eat, still arguing about rules, and what should be considered proper.

Kite walked a bit behind them, listening with a slight smile. They were always the loud ones. He didn't talk much, except to people he felt very comfortable around, or on stage. Then he could slip effortlessly into another personality, instead of his quiet self.

Ooooooooooooooooooo

After the three found something to eat (some sort of oatmeal in a dining room) they went looking for Christine. After asking numerous people directions (the opera house now had many more people in it) they came to the dressing room. Kat knocked, but there was no answer. She finally opened the door, peering in.

"No one," she announced, and she walked in. Alex went over to their stuff. After shifting some of it, he glanced around and then at the floor.

"Hey, Kite, did you leave your script and mask here?" he asked. Kite walked over.

"Yes, I did. Why?" Alex showed him the two scripts that he could find.

"I can't seem to find yours, or the mask. Do you think that someone might have stolen them?" Kat's head jerked around at the word stolen.

"Stolen?" She repeated. "I hope not, that is the only mask that the drama club has," Kite picked up the cloak and shook it out.

"I don't see it anywhere either," he admitted, "or my script."

Just then Christine came through the doorway. "Oh!" She gasped, and dropped what she was carrying. Kat bent down and picked it up.

"Are you all right?" she asked. Christine nodded.

"I'm sorry, it's just that no one ever comes in here, and when I saw someone, I was startled." Alex cocked his head.

"No one ever comes in?" He asked. Christine nodded.

"Yes, sometimes meg, or Raoul, but no one else." Alex frowned.

"Some of our things are gone, and we think that we left them here," he said.

"Perhaps Raoul took them?" Kat suggested. Christine shook her head.

"I don't believe so," she said, "he and I didn't come back here after dinner. I do hope they turn up, I'd hate for you to loose anything." The others nodded. "Well," said Christine brightly, "today is your first day in the chorus, I hope you enjoy it!" Kat grinned broadly.

"I'm sure I will!" She said happily. "So, where do we go?" Christine motioned to the door and the four walked out into the hallway.

The three spent a very enjoyable morning. Since singing was their hobby, it was not difficult to do it for a long time, though Kat thought that doing it for a year might be pushing her fondness in it. After a short break Kat was shepherded off by Christine to do ballet.

"But I don't want to dance, I want to sing," she protested, but Christine insisted.

"Everyone in the chorus is also in ballet," she explained, "even your friends." Kat chuckled at the thought of Kite and Alex dancing.

To Kat's amazement and relief, the dancing wasn't that difficult. She had taken a year of ballet when she had been smaller, and she sort of remembered what to do. She was still exhausted, however, when Madame Giry said it was time for dinner. Kat positively drooled at the thought of food, since she had missed lunch.

Chatting happily with the friends she had made, they all made their way to the dining hall. She spotted Kite and Alex, but her new friends tugged her over to their table and she went and sat with them. She was intent on her food and jumped when one of her friends grabbed her shoulder.

"Kat!" she hissed, giggling, "Those boys keep staring at you!" Kat looked up and turned in the direction her friend pointed. She saw Alex and Kite staring. "They seem infatuated!" There was more giggling. Kat blushed.

"We're just friends," she protested, but they just smiled and laughed. To her relief the conversation changed to their love interests. Kat looked across the room and saw Christine sitting with Meg. They were chatting happily together as well.

I'm in Latin, and I learned a word recently. It's operae. Now, to make a word ending in "a" plural, you add an "e", so operae is plural, and if it were to be singular, it would be opera.

What does it mean? Er, "hired thugs", according to my book. My teacher says it's like "gang". Cool, right?

Unfortunatly, it doesn't appear to have a singular, so "opera" isn't a word in Latin. Drats.