Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the Phantom of the Opera or anything. Really, I'm just the fic writer.

A/N: Another day, another chapter. That last one was too short; I'm shooting for 950 words this time. (last chapter was 850) Thanks to all readers, and the two reviewers. (too bad only one is showing up!)

Raoul: Oh look. It's Christine, but I don't care because she's just a lowly ballet… person.

Meg: I'm sure he just didn't see you!

Madame Giry shows the new managers the girls dancing.

Firmin: Who's that beautiful one? Surely she's not related to you, because you are quite homely.

Giry: That's my daughter.

Firmin: Who's that other beautiful one? Surely she's not related to the Swedish violinist Daae because he is quite homely.

Giry: That's his daughter.

Hannibal continues. My ears are exploding.

Carlotta: I QUIT, BECAUSE I 'ATE MY HAT!

Andre: You… ate your hat?

Carlotta: NO, I 'ATE MY HAT!

Andre: Huh?

Firmin: Oh just grovel.

Andre & Firmin: (grovel)

Carlotta: Oh, if you insist.

Then Carlotta continues singing. I know I've bashed Carlotta before, but I'll admit I actually think she's good. Anyway, the Phantom is up in the flies, and he doesn't have the same opinion.

Phantom: The same opinion? My ears really are exploding. Maybe if I just drop this backdrop on her, we can be spared.

When the backdrop falls, poor Carlotta's legs are crushed. And yet, she makes a miraculous recovery in less than five seconds.

Carlotta: (screaming)

Phantom: I think I like her better singing. I'm out of here. (disappears)

Meg: The Phaaantom of the Opera is there!

Buquet: Hello, I'm J. Buquet. But it wasn't me, honest! I wasn't at my post!

Reyer: First of all, we never said it was you, and second of all, why weren't you at your post?

Buquet: … hello… I'm J. Buquet.

A letter falls.

Carlotta: THESE THINGS DO NOT 'APPEN!

Reyer: Is someone in denial?

Carlotta: I QUIT!

Giry: Hello.

Firmin and Andre: AAH! Don't sneak up on us like that!

Giry: Muahaha. (cough) I have a letter from the Opera Ghost. It pretty much says, please give me 20,000 francs a month, or suffer the consequences.

Firmin: 20,000 francs! Do you know how many monkey music boxes that is? And on top of that, we have no Carlotta! Or is that a good thing…?

Giry: Christine could sing it.

Christine: Yes. After all these years of being a lowly ballet… person, I have actually had a great singing talent.

Andre: Yeah right. Who is your teacher?

Christine: I don't know his name. Okay, it's actually Erik, but in the movie, he has no name.

Reyer: (staresigh) I don't get paid enough for this. Let's start it from the top, people. I mean, person.

Christine sings like an angel. Well, she at least sings pretty good. Once again, the opera house makes a metaphorical transformation, and Christine is in a white dress, singing in front of a full house.

Buquet: Hello, I'm J. Buquet.

Christine: (thinking) are all those guys up in the flies staring at me because I look good & I'm a good singer? Daddy would be so proud.

Guys in the flies: She's got something in her teeth…

Raoul: Oh look, it's Christine, and I care now because she's the star of the show and a great singer! And now I will randomly exit the opera… even though I love Christine.

Christine is lighting candles for her father.

Phantom: Brava. Brava. Baklava.

Meg: (enters room) Christine, I don't have many singing parts so don't screw this up.

Phantom: Christine…

Meg: I said, don't ruin it. So, where have you been hiding?

Christine: Uh, here?

Meg: It was a rhetorical question. Who is your teacher, anyway?

Christine: The angel of music.

Meg: Riiight.

Christine: It's my father's ghost that's teaching me! The Angel of Music!

Meg: THESE THINGS DO NOT 'APPEN! (cough) Sorry. But Christine, you are talking in riddles!

Christine: No, it's quite plain.

Buquet: Hello, I'm J. Buquet.

Later, we see Christine enter her dressing room with Giry.

Giry: (handing Christine a rose) He thinks you did well.

As Giry leaves, we see Raoul outside.

Raoul: (takes flowers from Firmin & Andre) I'm totally taking credit for these.

Raoul: (enters) Wassup, Little Lottie, my homie?

Christine: (thinking) Am I fonder of riddles or frocks?

Raoul: Little Lottie thought, am I fonder of riddles or frocks?

Christine: …Is it really that obvious what I'm thinking?

Raoul: So, who is your teacher?

Christine: The Angel of Music.

Raoul: Yeah, sure. So, will you go on a date with me.

Christine: Um… no.

Raoul: Why not?

Christine: Because the angel said no?

Raoul: (pouting) Am I really that ugly? Please meet me in ten minutes. (leaves)

Suddenly all the lights go out in the whole opera house.

Giry: Help, I'm afraid of the dark!

Phantom: (singing) Raoul is an idiot.

Christine: (singing) Yeah I know. So, come on in.

Phantom: (singing) I'm about to show you how ugly I am. Look at your face in the mirror, it's me.

Christine: (singing) Are you calling me ugly?

Christine is hypnotized into coming through the mirror. Outside the door, we see Raoul.

Raoul: Is that another man in there? Who are you!

Phantom: I am your angel of music…

Raoul: (slowly backs away)

When we see Christine touch his hand… DUN! DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN! Comes on.

Christine: (singing) I had dreams about you… they were nice dreams… hey am I dreaming right now?

Phantom: (singing) Haha, I have power over you. And though you look away from me as though I'm ugly, I'm actually quite handsome, better than Raoul even.