After a very long time you get something to read again :) I am afraid it's not as good as the first few chapters and it's not very much to read, but I hope the next parts will get better again

Rue Marie: Thanks for the review. I'd really like to work on making the speeches more fanciful, but you see my mother tongue is german and I am not so perfect with the english speech ...

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Erik's Girl: I know that some things are out of character, but hey it's a fanfiction right ;)

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And now have fun with reading.

Chapter 5

The following day Meg was training at the Opera. She and Eleonora were growing closer fast. Soon both of the girls found out that the ballet instructor was not a very nice person. She made them work harder than ever before. Meg did not even have to work that hard under her mother. And everybody knew that Marie Giry was a very stern and demanding woman. But it was okay for Meg, because she would be the prima ballerina, the light of the Opera. Maybe, just maybe she would find a young and nice suitor and she would fall in love with him.

"Giry!" cried a voice and Meg already knew who it was.

"Yes Madame?"

"Pay more attention! The opening night is next week and you aren't able to dance the second act properly."

"Yes Madame. I will pay more attention." Meg suddenly wished her mother back in this position.

"Not today Giry! We are finished for now, but you will come tomorrow a little earlier then the others." The woman demanded and rushed past the girls.

"She's very hard on you." Eleonora put on her dress while she was speaking with Meg.

"It's okay. She is just nervous because of the opening night."

"She must've gotten feelings for feeling nervous … I doubt she's able to feel anything. Madame is like an iceberg, I've never seen someone like her, so perfect, so capable of everything." Eleonora grinned. "Have fun tomorrow Meg and don't take it to hard."

"I won't", Meg promised and slipped on her shoes. It was time to get home.

She hated this home already. The walls and the windows. It was like she was in prison. Once she had been a star and had lived in the best hotels of Paris, no the best hotels of whole France. Then there had been this Phantom and little Christine Daaé and her live had been over. Destroyed like the live of her beloved. Oh, how she hated the little soprano and the Phantom, and of course she hated Madame Giry too. After all Madame Giry had suggested letting Christine Daaé sing the part. It was their entire fault. The fault auf Christine, the Phantom and of course Madame Giry. However, La Carlotta would find a way to take revenge.

"You are back already?" Marie Giry was sitting in the kitchen and was reading a

"Yes. The monster … ähm Madame let us go earlier." Meg smiled slightly and sat beside her mother. "A new letter from Monsieur Reyer, Maman?"

"No Meg. You see, while you were gone …" Madame Giry wanted to explain everything, but she was disturbed when a young woman came into the room.

"Bonjour Meg!" She stood there, in the middle of the kitchen. She looked so innocent in her white dress, dark brown lock falling over her shoulder.

"Does Erik know that you are in Paris again?" Meg stood up. She had to, because she seemed so little when she sat. She seemed like a child despite her age of sixteen.

"No and I prefer it like that. Raoul and I just wanted to invite you personally to our wedding in one month."

Meg opened her mouth to dismiss the invitation, but her mother spoke first: "I already accepted the invitation Meg." There was a warning tone in her mother's voice and Meg found it better not to disagree.

"Alright, I'll be there."

Christine's face light up and the young woman smiled. "You don't know how much that means to me Meg. I would be so grateful if you would be my maid of honour."

Meg sighed. She could not do this to Erik. "I thank you for thinking of me Christine, but I can't be your maid of honour."

"Why? We promised each other to be maid of honour if one of us marries one day." Christine was not to let up. She wanted Meg to be her maid of honour and she would get Meg to be her maid of honour.

"I can't do this to Erik." Meg simply answered.

"Erik? He's a grown man and not the only one to be rejected." It was always Erik. Everywhere she went Erik was in the way.

"He's my friend Christine. You wouldn't understand, because you don't understand real friendship." Meg's cheeks flushed a light pink as she snapped at Christine.

"Meg! That's enough!"

"No Maman, can't you see either? She does not know what friendship is, she just left without saying a word or writing me a note. It's always about her. Little Christine Daaé the star of the Opera Populaire." Meg did not notice that she lost the topic completely. She wanted to ramble on, but suddenly she felt a presence. His presence. "No", she mumbled under her breath and looked around. Where was he? "Erik?"

"What's with Erik again? Don't you know what he almost did to Raoul and me?"

"He's here. Erik's here Maman." Christine promptly paled and tumbled a few steps to the side. He could not be there. She did not hear him, he just couldn't. Christine shook her head, it must have been Megs imagination. "He is not here Meg, so don't be silly."

Just then, someone stepped out of the shadows and greeted coldly: "Good evening Mademoiselle Daaé."