Author notes: Thankee all for the reviews!

Glitter Queen of the Ice Snow: Well I just took it for granted that people would know but maybe I should have written that in. Don't worry Raoul wont be like Cal.

Prying Pandora: I know, I should have gone into more detail but I'm explaining more things as I go along. It seemed more fun that way.

Romance-luver222: Thankee! I am writing more, what stinks is I dont have internet at home so i cant post as much as i want to... I wrote alot this weekend to, 'twas very fun!

Chapter three

Music in the Wind

Christine lay in bed and couldn't fall asleep. She kept tossing and turning thinking about this so called 'Phantom of the Ocean'. She did fall asleep at one point but was plagued with dreams of the 'Angel of Music' and of this Phantom abducting her. She awoke from her nightmares covered in a cold sweat and panting. She got out of the bed and slipped on a comfortable day dress. She left the suite and quietly shut the door behind her. The cold night breeze swept past her hair and gave her a cold numbness sensation. She walked to the bow of the ship and stood looking over the ship and watched the water as it rammed into the ship.

Christine…

She glanced around. No one was there. She believed it to be a figment of her imagination. She softly began to hum Siebel's song in the Garden. She then began to softly sing it.

"Faites-lui mes aveux, portez mes voeux, fleurs ecloses près d'elle, dites-lui qu'elle est belle, que mon cœur nuit et jour languit d'amour !"

Christine…

She stopped singing and looked around her. Someone was calling her name.

Très beau. Très beau.

Christine looked around her. There was no one there. No one she could see at least. She shivered and headed back inside her suite. She thought she could hear her name again being called.

Christine you've officially lost it. She said to herself. She pushed off the strange voice calling her name as just a figment of her imagination. Before she fell asleep that night she heard a voice of an Angel softly singing to her. She fell asleep with the biggest smile on her face.

The next morning Christine awoke to Meg poking her.

"Are you up yet?" Meg demanded.

Christine yawned and opened her eyes. She sat up.

"Well I am now." She said annoyed.

"Well mama said it was time to get up anyway. We have ballet practice you know."

Christine sighed and got out of bed. Meg was already dressed in her ballet attire and she left Christine's room so she could to get dressed.

Christine, you're voice is remarkable.

Christine looked around her room. Who had said that?

Christine, it's from lack of sleep. She told herself. She looked at herself in the full length mirror in the corner of the room. She fixed her hair, got dressed and headed out the door.

"There you are!" Meg exclaimed tugging on Christine's arm. The two of them walked to the ship's Opera stage. They quickly got into their ballet lies. They warmed up with people whom they had never seen before. High above them crouched the Phantom watching their every movement. His eyes intently gazed at Christine. He would have never noticed her if it wasn't for that horrible Opera singer, Carlotta, who began to make fun of the two ballet dancers. He had been following Christine ever since; guarding over her. She seems so weak. Erik thought looking at her beautiful smile and graceful movements. But she sings like an angel. He remembered hearing her sing Siebel's garden song at the bow of the ship. A soulless angel…

He watched the group continue to practice and then there was a horrible screeching noise. Erik involuntarily covered his ears and began wincing. He looked across the stage and could see that opera singer, Carlotta, singing.

Dear God! He thought. He looked around in his pockets for earplugs. Damnit. They're back in the lair. He swore. Well a backdrop will do just as good. I'm not leaving Christine just because of repulsive singing.

Erik climbed over to the backdrops and looked down. Carlotta was right under a scene from Faust and decided now was the time to drop it least he loose his hearing. He untied it and it fell with a huge thud landing right on top of Carlotta. She of course screamed her lugs out which hurt Erik's ears even more. The practices had all stopped because of the incidents. The stage manager quickly ran to Carlotta's aid. He helped her up from the floor and dusted her off.

"Are you ok Madame?" He asked.

Carlotta looked furious and the question set her off.

"DO YOU THINK I'M OK? I JUST GOT KNOCKED OVER BY A BACKDROP! WHERE IS YOUR DICIPLINE IN THIS THEARTRE?"

The stage manager seemed to shrink under Carlotta's screaming.

"I'm sorry Madame. Accidents do happen."

"FIX THESE ACCIDENTS!" She screamed.

"Of course Madame."

"Would you like the rest of the day off or can you continue singing?"

Erik cringed. Damn.

"No! I'm going to my suite!" She answered and stormed off.

Yes!

After five minuets of silence the ballet dancers continued their practice and the actually good singers continued their singing. Erik sat above them watching every movement. He could see some of the backstage people talking amongst their selves about the 'Phantom' and he smirked.