(Sorry I haven't been updating lately, my computer hasn't been letting me log on to Fanfiction and so I couldn't change anything or update. So I hope you all enjoy. We get to find out who Ryan is in this chappie. So have fun.)
Chapter 7: Who is Ryan?
Christie ran up to him and hugged him. She pulled away and looked at him.
"Oh my god, how long has it been?" she asked smiling so big it looked as if her smile could no longer fit on her face.
"Too long. Where are you going?" Ryan asked lokking around. "Maybe I could help you find where you're going."
Christie told him about trying to find the right room and Ryan helped her find room 515. They did a little bit of catching up on the way there.
"So what are you majoring in?" Ryan asked after a little while.
"I think I would like to be a teacher. I don't why, it just sounds like fun." She turned to Ryan. "How about you, what brings you here?"
"My parents like to donate money to the college. Lately they have been talking about closing the college and my parents are still tyring to get me through college and they want me to stay in Alabama. So they support the college the best they can and I am majoring in Engineering."
Christie looked up at him. He had gotten taller then when she last saw him.
"Do you remeber when we were little, we would always sit up in my attic and talk about what we wanted to be when we were older. I always wanted to dance for the rest of my life and you wanted to be a doctor. It's almost funny how things change so much over the years. Take yourself for example. I hardly reconized you when I first saw you. You have gotten taller, your hair color has a changed, and you changed you style all together."
"I remember sitting in the attic going through you dads old world magazines, tyring to find stuff about the Paris Opera
house, then me and you would go down stairs and you dad would tell us stories that he made up about "The Phantom of the
Opera". You and I loved those stories. I remember how excited you were when I told you I was talking you to the play for the
first time. I remember calling you Little Lotte because you remined me of the Christine in the book. You loved that. You
always wanted to be Christine, and now you have your chance." Ryan said stopping Christie in her tracks. She looked at
him.
"What do you mean?"
"Didn't you know that the college is trying to put on a production of "The Phantom of the Opera"? They are still tryin
to get some one to play Meg. They said that if they can't get a Meg they aren't going to do it. They won't double parts, they
won't cut the part out. They just want a Meg. You Should try out. You may not be able to have the part of Christine, but you
can be the understudy, I have conections with the Drama department, so I could get you the understudy and Megs part if
they think you are good enough. I think you are good enough, but these people are really picky."
"I would really like that." Christie said
"Well here we are, room 515." Ryan said looking down. "Listen, I would really like to catch up a little more, so would you like to go have dinner on let's say Saturday?"
"Ya, it'll be good to catch up more." Christie said looking up at him.
"Well then where are you living right now?"
"I'm living in the trailer court with Megan. Number 176."
"Okay then, I will pick you up at six o' clock. But until we meet again. Farwell mademoiselle." as he said the last phrase, he grabbed Christie's hand and kissed it as he bowed. Christie giggled at the old childhood joke and opened the door.
(Hope you all enjoyed getting to know the fop of this story, because every good Phantom Phic needs a fop, am I right? Okay so maybe I am not. Who cares, right? Okay I am done now. Please R&R for if my demands are ignored a diaster beyond you imagination will occur.)