Whoa... it's late at night... on a school night... COOLIO! HaHa I'm really hyper and stuff... but I had a stupid orthodontist appointment today, and they tightened my braces, and now my teeth hurt! Wah! But hey, you guys don't wanna hear about my boring life... You wanna hear bout Erik and Jane's, am I right? Am I right? So anyway, here is a little more about Erik and Jane's not so boring lives...

Disclaimer: I do not own PotO.

Jane groaned and opened her eyes. Where was she? She couldn't remember anything! Suddenly the memories came flooding back to her, and she sat upright. Oh, yeah... Erik, and the Angel, and the Ratcatcher...

"Angel, are you there?" she whispered to the darkness (which had not lifted since there were no windows). She heard no answer, and swung both of her legs out of bed. Jane felt her stomach twist in hunger, and wondered how she was to get food. She wondered if Erik ever ate at all... Still, the dull pain in her stomach could not be ignored, so she opened her door and stepped into the long hallway.

"Erik?' she called, "Erik, where are you?" she walked down the hallway toward the main room, her steps tentative and cautious.

"Mademoiselle, is there something you require?" Jane whirled around and almost ran into Erik, who was standing there regally. He seemed only slightly perturbed by her closeness, and his visible eyebrow raised a fraction of an inch.

"Are you alright, mademoiselle?" he asked, looking into her eyes and still managing to appear uninterested. Jane nodded, but he still seemed to know that something troubled her.

"Are you, perhaps, hungry, mademoiselle?" he inquired, and Jane looked at him questioningly. How on earth did Erik always know? She turned her eyes to the floor and nodded, and Erik took her hand and led her to the main room, where an elegant table was set up. Erik took a bottle of wine out from a fold in his cloak, along with two crystal glasses. He filled the glasses, and handed one to Jane. He pulled out Jane's chair and pushed it in when she sat down, then sat in the seat across from her.

Jane glanced t the plate of food in front of her and slowly began to eat, pausing every once in a while to ask Erik something about himself in an attempt to begin a conversation.

"Do you not eat, monsieur?" she asked him when she realized that he was just talking with her and not eating.

Erik shifted nervously in his chair. He had been afraid that this topic would come up; it would be hard to explain, and he didn't want to go into detail. "I do, mademoiselle, but rarely. Now as often as normal people eat."

"Why?" Jane inquired, curious.

"Because I don't feel the need," Erik muttered. Damn, why must all women be so inquisitive?

"You mean, you don't get hungry?"

"I just don't feel the need!" Erik snapped suddenly, and Jane jumped, shocked by his sudden outburst. She then ate in silence, and thanked Erik quietly when she finished. She stood from her chair and began to walk back to her room.

"Wait, mademoiselle," Erik commanded, "We haven't yet begun your lessons."

"Lessons? What lessons? What are you talking about?" Jane was now utterly confused, and she turned slowly to face Erik, who was now seated at his great organ.

"Why, your singing lessons, of course, mademoiselle. Did you not yourself say that you adored singing? I can help you and your voice."

"I don't sing in front of people," Jane muttered.

"Why? Afraid people will think you have a horrible voice? Come here."

"I am not afraid-"

"come here!" Erik demanded, and Jane took a stunned step back, her eyes wide with fear. She stood there for a second, then slowly began to take hesitant steps toward Erik. Finally, she stood beside him.

"Sing this for me as well as you can," Erik ordered. Jane gave him a defiant look and opened her mouth to protest, but he looked at her in such a threatening way that she sang.

"Think of me

Think of me fondly

When we've said goodbye

Remember me

Once in a while

Please promise me you'll try," she sang, and Erik signaled her to stop with a wave of one hand.

""Now mademoiselle, here's what you need to do. First of all, you need to have faith in yourself. You can do this, I know you can. Ok, when you approach the higher notes of the scale, you need to drop your jaw a little more." Erik took Jane's jaw in his hand gently and lowered it. "There. Now, let the high pitch come from the back of the throat, like it usually does when you yawn. Be sure the whole while to pay particular attention to how your mouth shapes itself. And finally, you need to project the sound. Let it come from here," he tapped Jane's abdomen lightly, "Now, try again..."

Jane practiced for hours, feeling herself improve slightly every time she sang. Before she knew it, it was late at night, and Erik, sensing her exhaustion, gave her a quick dinner (this time he ate a little, too) and sent her to bed. She allowed herself to be steered toward her room silently and without arguing, too tired and subdued to do anything.

"Oh, and I noticed, mademoiselle, that you hadn't changed your clothing today. Help yourself to anything in that wardrobe," Erik gesutred toward the wardrobe that Jane had noticed the previous night. Jane nodded, her eyes on the ground, and Erik left.

Jane changed into a delicate lavender nightgown that she found in the wardrobe. It fit her perfectly, every curve of her body resting snugly in the violet material, and she climbed into bed and blew out her candle. It wasn't long before she heard her Angel.

"Let your mind start a journey through a strange new world

Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before

Let your soul take you where you long to be!

Only then can you belong to me..." the Angel sang, and Jane called out to it.

"Child, you sang wonderfully today!" the Angel exclaimed, its heavenly voice filling Jane's ears until she was practically drowning in the sound.

"Oh, you heard me?"

"Yes, child. I am everywhere you are, remember? I watch over you in day as well as night. Erik did a good job teaching you, child, though there is still much you have to learn."

"He scares me, though," Jane whispered.

"He scares you? How?"

"I don't know, exactly. I mean, sometimes he's gentle, and sweet, but at other times, his voice is like the roar of fire and his eyes the flames. He scares me then... but I'm not sure about how I feel about him when he's nice, now that I think about it. It's all very twisted... What do you think, Angel?"

"I think that he's trying to teach you, and wants you to succeed. You have to forgive him, though, for he has only taught once before, and isn't very experienced with... uncooperative pupils," the Angel spoke.

"I didn't mean to be difficult," Jane explained, "I just wasn't sure about singing in front of him. To tell the truth, I was afraid of him thinking I have a horrible voice. I didn't want to look... stupid."

"Why not, child?"

"I'm not sure..." Jane murmured, her eyes glassy.

"Well, perhaps you will know why in time. When you do find out, do tell me, child, for although I am an Angel, I am incapable of reading minds. Now, relax." The Angel began to sing again, and Jane rested her head on the pillows. She was asleep within a minute.

Erik wandered back to his own room and laid down in his coffin. Poor child... Why is she scared of me? I don't want her to fear me... I want her to love me... Will she ever love me?

Erik let his thoughts wander, and found himself thinking about Christine... and how she had run off with that Vicomte...

"Well," he growled to himself, "If she doesn't learn to love me, then she and all of Paris will die!"

RoSeQuEeN- Oh, perfecter than perfect, I tell ya. I mean, if I had the chance to go out with him... oh damn... don't get me started!

PhantomAngel- HaHa did it work? I turned down the volume on my DVD player when I was watching Chicago, and I had my PotO CD going on, and it kinda worked, but you're right, PotO needs to be a lil more upbeat... but if it was, than it would work perfectly! LOL That would be fun to dance! He had it comin'... He had it comin'... He only had himself to blame... In sleep he sang to me... In dreams he came... That voice which calls to me... And speaks my name...

xxXGoddessXofXdeadXloveXxx- I don't know why I think of a sals, I just do... I can't imagine a ballet to the PotO as much as I can a salsa... I'm weird... and crazy... but whatever, I like it!() And I hate spiders, too!

pinkyphantom- Oh no, not the bright colored salsa... like, the jazzy salsa... I don't know, but there's a type of salsa that my parents used to dance, and it would work... It had a kind of jazz to it... I don't know, its kinda weird. But yeah, Jane will find out, but I don't think I'll make her be mad... you'll see why later on...

Baby-Vixen- OMG I LOVE YOUR SAYING! "Life is a Waste of Time. Time is a waste of Life. Get Wasted all the Time, and have the Time of your Life" Absolutely brilliant! Did you really make that up? If you did, love it! So funny! And I'm glad you like the story!

TheAngel'sMaggie-I'm glad you liked that chappie, hope you liked this one! And the cell block tango deal, yeah, I tried it, and you have to tweak the tempos, but it does work... kinda... sorta... Well, it was a fun experiment! And I hear ya, I would make Gerry wear the costume all da time, too! My friends already decided that, if I ever get a bf, they will superglue the Phantom's mask (I bought one at a Halloween store) to his face and stitch a cape to his shoulders. I was just all laughing... that would be cool... but of course, just having Erik would be way cooler! And I promise that I will read your fic, just as soon as I can, and don't worry, I always review stories I read, and I'm sure I'll love it!

Erianna Abyss- HaHa I hate reading cliffies, but I ablsolutely adore writing them... HaHa torture reviewers... No, I can't... you guys are too awesome... Well, nevermind. Forget I said anything. I'm glad you love the story, Hope you liked this chappie!

Ooh... angsty. Man, someone needs anger managament... O crap, I just had a mental image of Erik playing lacrosse... Whoa, that was weird. I know people, I know... I'm totally random and weird... But whatever, hope y'all liked that chappie!

Oh yeah, and it was really funny, because today in tennis class, I was talking to one of my friends (who is a PotO phreak, just like me), and I was all, "Can you think of any other words besides sexy that describe Erik?" and she was all, "Yeah... Hott, of course!" Then we just started laughing and stuff... yeah, u kinda had to be there, but it was still so true...