They reached Erik's layer, after the long way from here dressing room. He helped her out of the boat. She wobbled a little when she set foot on land, the boat ride was long for her. Erik knew that, he had been used after daily trips to the upper Opera House.

I have brought you
to the seat of sweet
music's throne . . .
to this kingdom
where all must pay
homage to music . . .
music . . .

He looked at her to see her reaction, she stood there in awe looking around. It was like a dream to her, the music, the organ. She looked at him and smiled. He held out his hand, she looked at it for a moment then took his hand. He brought her near his organ. He held her closely, and sang again.

You have come here,
for one purpose,
and one alone . . .
Since the moment
I first heard you sing,
I have needed
you with me,
to serve me, to sing,
for my music . . .
my music . . .

Her eyes lit up and she smiled. He brought her too his chest, she closed her eyes in the heat of the moment.

Night-time sharpens,
heightens each sensation . . .
Darkness stirs and
wakes imagination . . .
Silently the senses
abandon their defences . . .

Slowly, gently
night unfurls its splendour . . .
Grasp it, sense it -
tremulous and tender . . .
Turn your face away
from the garish light of day,
turn your thoughts away
from cold, unfeeling light -
and listen to
the music of the night . . .

Close your eyes
and surrender to yourdarkest dreams!
Purge your thoughts
of the life
you knew before!
Close your eyes,
let your spirit
start to soar!
And you'll live
as you've never
lived before . . .

Softly, deftly,music shall surround you . . .
Feel it, hear it,
closing in around you . . .
Open up your mind,
let your fantasies unwind
in this darkness which
you know you cannot fight -
the darkness of
the music of the night . . .

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 . . .

Floating, falling,
sweet intoxication!
Touch me, trust me
savour each sensation!
Let the dream begin,
let your darker side give in
to the power of the music that I write -
the power of the music of the night . . .

You alone can make my song take flight -
help me make the music of the night . . .

She turned around and looked him in the eye, partly dazed from his song. She smiled. A tear of happiness dripped off her mask. He held her against him. He had begun to love her, was that possible? For Erik to love, for him to fall in love so fast.

Christine was a crush, Charlotte, was love, and love returned. He didn't need to weave a hypnotizing spell through song, she fell for him on her own, and this just proved it. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and snuggled against his chest.

"You should be getting to bed, there are rehearsals tomorrow. Would you like me to give you something to wear?" he asked. She nodded sweetly. He gave her a large shirt, it was not proper but that was all he had, besides a wedding dress of course. She put it on in Erik's bedroom, and emerged bare legged. Erik smiled.

Erik wasn't perverted, but he had never seen a woman as… well… dress-less. She looked at him and smiled. "Do you mind sleeping beside me, sadly I feel kind of scarred." She said. He smiled and agreed.

Sorry it's so dumb… I had to do it, for my own sake, it made me smile… not to mention I vowed to write every 2 days… so there it is.