Christine2004: This is close to the end but, there is a sequel in my mind so do not be sad,I also have to write my other story. So I'm glad you like it so much.

(I hope you all liked the last chappie. Sorry it's been so long since I updated. I have been really busy. So I hope you all like this chappie, because it is going to be the last one of this story, but if you all want me to write a sequel, please tell me so I now that you want me to.)

Scene 21: Finale

Christine woke Erik up the next day. She had a concerned looked on her face.

"Are you okay?" Erik asked sitting up. Christine was already sitting up.

"Are you sure you want children?"

"Of course I am sure. Would we be right here if I wasn't sure?" he asked with a smile.

"I love you." Christine said with a smile.

"Christine, I love you." Erik sang.

Christine smiled and got up out of bed, pulled on a robe, and headed out, not telling Erik where she was going. When Erik found her she was sitting at his organ, plunking a few notes. Erik came and sat next to her. Christine laid her head on his shoulder, and shut her eyes.

"Will you sing to me?" She asked.

"What would you like me to sing."

"Anything, just sing."

Erik played a chord and started into a familar song, yet some how, it seemed new to Christine.

(Mentally insert lyrics to Music of the Night here, and if you feel the need, change the lyrics around al little because I could not think of anything, my brain died.)

Epilouge:

Christine and Erik had their first child eight and a half months later, Christine gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, whom they named Eminque (Em-i-nick). Five years later they had a baby girl of whom they named Gabrielle, Eminque was very protective of his little sister. In aproximately, 6 years, Christine had once again landed the lead soprano, and Erik was up to his sneaky tricks again. They both spent a lot of time with their two children, who they love dearly. Every year, on the day that Raoul was found dead, Christine would go to his grave, on the second year, Christine planted a light red rose bush. When it finally started to bloom, the roses were dark, dark red. At first Christine was a little irritated since she had paid for light red, but she soon learned to love them, just like the love of her life.

(I hope you all enjoyed, I hope you all want me to write the sequel, if you all want me to write it, please say something about it. I really want to write it, but I won't if you don't say something about it. So, please R7R. For if my demands are ignored, a disaster beyond your imagniation will occur.)