A/N Thank you to the ONE person ho has actually read and reveiwed this. A few notes berfore I continue, This story is completely based on the works of ALW who is a musical Genius.I live and breathe The Phantom of the Opera. I own the DVD, the two disk broadway soundtrack, the original broadway soundtrack, and the movie soundtrack. Yes I believe I fall under the category of 'obssesed.' Okay... so on to the notes I mentioned. My story is a combination of both the broadway musical and the movie I will try not to confuse you, but If I do I'm sorry.

The Cast:

Phantom/Erik- a combonation of Gerad Butler/ movie and Micheal Crawford/ Broadway

Christine- Emmy Rossum(sp?)

Lotte-umm... whoever you think of who fits the discription

Everyone else- from the movie

If you don't know who Micheal Crawford is... I pity you.

So... on with the show!

Chapter 1 ...And So It Begins

Lotte, who as it turns out was only fifteen years old, sat in Christine's dressing room sobbing into a pillow. Why had all these terrible things happend to her? She wiped he tears away and blinked those that had remained out of her steel grey eyes as she heard footsteps in the hall. As Christine and Meg entered laughing happily Lotte rose and decided to go to the one place she could remain undisturbed, the chapel. She nodded a silent greeting to her friends and slipped out of the room.

"Something isn't right about that girl," Meg said.

"No, she is perfectly okay," Christine replied, "she has only suffered a great tragedy. Remember when I first came here after my father died? People said I wasn't okay. My eyes were always red from crying my self to sleep, and I am fine."

But you aren't truly okay, Meg thought, you are still obsessesed with an angel who does not exist, but she only shrugged her shoulders and moved on to another topic of discussion.

Lotte sat in the window of the chapel where, on several occasions, Christine had claimed to have heard an angel, the Angel of Music she said. Personally Lotte thought Christine was mad, after all she was so obsessesed...

Lotte drew a shaky breath as her thoughts turned again to the past. She had been here at the Opera for six months, and still she could not forget the terror of that night... Lotte buried her face in her hands and let her tears fall as the sobs racked her body.

Suddenly she began to sing to herself a song that she had learned from Christine. A song she had said her father taught her...

"Angel of music, hide no longer, bring to me your glory. Angel of music hide no longer, come to me strange angel..." She let loose a moan of misery, a long heart wrenching sound, that had any one heard it...well no one would her it, that was the point. After all it was best if they did not know her story, who she was...

"You sound so miserable my child what is it... Wait you are not my Christine..." Lotte looked up and was caught of gaurd by the unending sadness in the deep blue eyes of this strange man, whose face was half hidden by a mask. "How is it you came to know this song... Little Lotte." Lotte looked at him for a moment drinking in the beauty of this mysterious man whose eyes held a sadness that matched her own.

"She taught it to me."

"Ah... perhaps she thought to share my guidence," he mused. Lotte could fell his eyes on her burning her milky skin. She felt herself blush as his eyes travled her body, appraising her and then she remembered and shivered in terror, but that look was not in his eyes, only concern. Lotte felt herself finally let go of the terror that had consumed her and sat up to let the man sit beside her.

"You know, you have a truly beatiful voice, I could teach you to use it well," and so began Lotte's friendship with Erik, the Phantom of the Opera, Christine's Angel.

A/N so what do you think? let me know please, I don't want to write if no one wants to read. So please let me know what you think.