A/N: Ok, I'm starting this chapter when I have no reviews from last chapter. It's quite discouraging, you know. I don't know, sometimes I don't now if I should finish a story, because, how do I know if anyone is reading it?

Well, I won't be whiney about it.

Alright, then.

Um, in explanation about last chapter, with the 'genie,' well, I really have no idea why I put that in here. I suppose I have to change the genre to supernatural now. This reminds me, the Rocket Summer is a great band and you should all listen to them some time. (A supernatural flight of life and not just make-believe!)

Um, thank you to the reviewers who hopefully will review by the time I'm done with this chapter.

You ROCK. Siriusly.

Pants, Glorious Pants!

Rachel decided that she had to do something about her clothes. Living in 18th century did have its downsides.

Such as corsets.

Who wears corsets, anyways? They're uncomfortable, and they hurt like hell. If only she had some pants. Some comfortable cotton pants. (Or fleece). Sure, she had only been down her for about, a week, but Erik had warmed up to her.

They had more of a... brother and sister relationship.

Erik did sober up yesterday, and was in such a foul mood, Rachel made sure to keep her curtain down on her bed, and to avoid him all day. He had spent most of the day out of the labyrinth, anyways; he had taken Christine back up to the Opera House. Rachel didn't mind at all, she was happy that Christine had left. The deer-in-the-headlight eyes always curiously peering at her was starting to get on her nerves.

The Soprano was, as most Phans said, annoying! She was always whining about the food, living conditions, or Rachel herself. To think, Christine though Rachel was a maid.

Rachel was also peeved at Erik, for he didn't do anything about Christine's complaining, for she was his angel.

So, in her boredom, she spent all day listening to music.

One thing about Rachel was that she was in love with Disney and Broadway music. They always told the straight up story, instead of having some stupid hidden meaning, as in some of the rock music these days.

So now, she was sitting in her rightfully claimed room, airing out the sheets that Christine had used, listening to Disney music, such as the Bells of Notre Dame.

Hehehe.

xxx

"Lonely, I am so lonely; I have nobody, to call my own, AWOOO!"

Erik abruptly stopped playing his organ and turned his head toward the source of the racket.

It was coming from Rachel's room, and was starting up again.

"Lonely, I am so lonely; I have nobody, to call my own, AWOOOO!"

He stalked to Rachel's room, and paused at the door, his hand on the doorknob, wondering if he really wanted to go in. When the racket started up a third time, he thought enough was enough.

He opened the door and stepped into the younger girl's room, only to see her dancing on her bed.

Needless, to say, when she heard the door open, she sat down quickly, making her bounce quite unladylike.

"What is that racket?" he snarled, searching for the cause.

Rachel gave him a sweet smile, "It's music," she grinned. Erik shook his head.

"That, was most definitely NOT music."

She tilted her head and looked at him quizzically.

"Well, I think I have something you might like a tad better," she put her fingers together for emphasis. Rachel leaned over to her laptop and clicked on a song. She stood up on her bed, singing to it.

Just you and I, defying gravity!
With you and I, defying gravity,
They'll never bring us down!

She quickly leapt off her bed, as if she were trying to fly... and landed in Erik's arms.

"Why, thank you, my good friend! I can always count on you to have my back," she said jokingly.

Erik blushed and set her down gently, before moving to the machine.

"What is this, contraption?"

"I already told you, it's my laptop. It can pretty much do anything, play music, movies, and I can talk to my friends on it."

Erik stared in awe at what was laid before him.

"You mean to say, you can talk to your companions on it?" he asked, "Why, in America, there must be things beyond France's imagination!"

"You're telling me," she muttered.

Erik sat on the bed, and clicked on a song. When it started, Rachel's chest tightened and she looked on in horror, when it started to play. The hypnotic music of Music of the Night twirled its way to her ears.

Erik looked at Rachel in confusion and anger.

"How, why...?"

Walking quickly towards Erik, (and stumbling down in the process,) she looked at him in a vulnerable way, and laid a hand on his shoulder.

"I have a lot to tell you."

xxx

"So, she leaves me for that FOP?" Erik and Rachel were done watching Phantom of the Opera, and Erik had a couple of questions.

Well.

You would too; if you just found out you life was a motion picture!

Erik was surprisingly... not totally and menacingly angry at her, which was a plus.

"You know, it doesn't have to come true," Rachel said, looking at her nails.

"You're right, I can change it," he said standing up quickly, making Rachel fall back off the bed in his sudden movement.

"Madame, you have got to learn to be less..."

"Clumsy, and that was NOT my fault," Rachel moaned.

"Erik, you need to get out more."

"Pardon me?"

"Shush, you sound like Christine," Rachel said quickly.

"I mean, some day, we should take a trip," Rachel said.

"You mean, outside of the Opera House, outside of Paris? Surely that is not what you meant, for now you must know everything about the Phantom of the Opera," Erik sneered. Rachel rolled her eyes, sometimes it seemed that she was dealing with a kid instead of a full grown man.

"Yes, Erik, outside, as in where there are trees, water, and food, glorious food!" Rachel puffed her chest out and started singing the song from Oliver, only to be shut up by the Phantom with a glare.

"No," Erik said, but then saw the happy look on Rachel's face disappear, "Well, then, I will think about it."

"Yes! Thanks Erik!" Rachel ran up to him and hugged him, making him awkwardly pat her on her back.

"So, I guess, I can't get pants instead of these dresses, eh?" Rachel asked.

"I thought we already discussed that," Erik said, annoyed. What was with this girl and her dresses?

"But-" Erik cut her off,

"If you would like, I can give you a key to the costume room, there might be some pants your size, and other costumes for you to wear," he sighed.

"Wow, really?"

Erik nodded, "It's on my desk, in my room," he said.

"Mm hmm" Rachel skipped out of the room humming to Masquerade.

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"Curl of lip, swirl of gown, ace of hearts face of clown, faaaaces!" Rachel sang as she came to the door in which the costumes were in. True, she did attract a lot of attention, but hey, maybe she was there inspiration for the Masquerade. She opened the door and gasped.

Inside the room was probably every costume that had been made for the Opera. She pushed her way into the room, shut the door, and quietly locked. Most of the costumes were dresses, so she made her way to the Men's side of the room (Which was in the very back, so it did take her a while to get there.)

There, she found a pirate costume. She giggled and slipped it on, leaving her dress behind. The shirt, she had to wear something under, for it was one of those open-chest ones, which she tucked into her pants. She wore boots that were black and made of leather (Wow, those hurt!), and she even took a sword and tied it around her waist, for special effect.

She pushed her dress into the corner of the room, hidden by all the other dresses, and went out of the room again.

"Excuse me, Monsieur," a man stopped her before she could get anywhere. Rachel, (once again) tried to raise an eyebrow, but (once again,) failed to do so, so she raised both eyebrows and said,

"Yes?"

"Have you seen Christine Daae?" the (rather sickly looking) man said.

Ah. Rachel understood now.

"No, I have not, Monsieur Vicomte, but if I do, I'll give a message to you," she said bitterly.

"And whom will this message come from?" Raoul asked.

"Er – Rach...ele. Rachele Pierson," she grinned wickedly. When Raoul figured out that she wasn't a man, what a fool he'd feel like. She was thinking about dropping the bomb on him the next time they met – in public.

Bowing slightly to him she made her way down the corridor of the Opera Populaire, and arrived at the theatre, where there were rehearsals. She took a seat, only to be accompanied later by a brunette and a blonde.

Who were they?

Just guess.

They both looked at Rachel and giggled, making her look at them confused. When she looked at them, they looked away, and giggled some more.

'What the heck?' Rachel thought.

This went on for about five minutes, before an exasperated Rachel turned in her seat to them and asked annoyed,

"Could you please tell me what is so funny?"

The girls flushed and started to stammer.

"Well?"

The blonde then piped up,

"My friend here, Christine Daae, she fancies you!"

"Meg!" Christine dragged out her friends name whiningly. Rachel just gaped at Christine, and opened her mouth, but then closed it. She was sure her eyes were really wide.

"Maybe, you would like to go out for dinner tonight?" the Soprano asked.

"Oh god," Rachel moaned.

"I don't think that it would be a, er, good idea, seeing that you hate me," Rachel sneered as she stalked off, leaving two very confused girls.

xxx

Sorry the chapter's so short, but, hey, I'll write more if I have more inspiration.

:D

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