During Rehearsal I could barely focus, all I was thinking about was Him. Do what I believe happened really happen? Did I really come face to face with my deepest fear? Not only was I frightened by him, but I felt allured. Christine had failed to tell me of how unbelievable handsome he was, and every movement confused me for I didn't know my own emotions. I tried to regain focus on my music, but confusion was still swirling in my head. He was so much older than I. It didn't sicken me at all that he is old enough to be my father. I wanted so badly to feel his touch again. I would give anything.

Suddenly I came back to the world to see Mason glaring furiously in my direction.

"Do you think that you didn't have too play Missure Addie?" He asked me sarcastically.

Edward couldn't help but laugh next to me.

"Oh oh, I'm sorry I just had a lot on my mind," I quickly explained.

"Oh I'm sorry to interrupt your thoughts," he said, sarcasm still dripping on his tongue.

"Let us begin again, as we were before". He began conducting once again. This time I made myself focus.

When I first heard her I knew from the start this girl had a passion for music. She still could use some work, but she had a flair for the Cello.

The Cello had always been one of my favorite orchestra instruments and it had been easy for me to figure out how to read the bass clef. It was a bit too simple for me, but this girl appeared to be struggling. When Christine left me I had been mourning for so long, I have been so lonely in this darkness, and I've learned that women will never wish anything of this scorned flesh. For this girl, I wanted badly to take a chance. I didn't love her, I didn't feel anything for her and I wouldn't allow myself to. I would only allow myself to teach her and show her the beauty of music.

I was anxious to get back to my room after eating lunch with hopes that he would be there for me again. I imagined his cloaked figure with his eyes blinking in the changing light. That image had remained in my head all day.

I opened the door and sat on the bed. He wasn't here. I sighed and then I heard a knock on the door. I went over to open it and found Julie standing by the door with her usual grin painted on her face.

"Are you going to the ball?" she asked sitting on my bed

I closed the door and sat next to her "What ball?" I asked.

"Well," she started, "Since the ... incident" she whispered. I knew she was referring to the Phantom and the opera Fire. "They've decided to not have a Masquerade ball so they are thinking of just having a regular theme. Do you know what you're going to wear?" She asked.

I shook my head

"Oh you would look so beautiful in green or some other bright color," she commented.

"You should wear blue it would match your eyes," I suggested now wearing a fake smile. All I wanted right now was to see the Phantom again.

"Will you come shopping with me tomorrow? We get our wages today." She asked

Inodded and hugged her;giveing her the dress I had borrowed the night before and explaining that I felt too ill last night to return it to her before. Then she left.

"A ball hu," I thought to myself. I knew that I wouldn't be able to pay for a dress that would be beautiful enough for such an event.

I turned around and half jumped when I saw The Phantom behind me. He was sitting on MY bed. How did he get there so quickly? He was wearing a violet suit and matching cloak with a blue collard shirt underneath and black gloves. I wondered if he was burning up from all the layers he constantly wore.

"Why did you fail to pay attention during rehearsal today?" He asked me bitterly while standing up. His harsh tone frightened me and caused me to shiver.

"I… I," I began to stutter, but before I could finish he grabbed me by the hands and harshly slammed me in sitting position on the bed. Oh no what was he doing? A wave of relief went through my body when he handed me my cello. He wanted me to play again. This man had a temper. I stared at him blankly. He looked even more handsome when he was angry. Suddenly the room felt so hot.

"Play," he ordered.

I played the piece over and over. Every time I hit an incorrect note he made me start over from the beginning. By the fourteenth time I thought I'd die of boredom. He sure knew how to take the fun out of playing an instrument. I played a few more times before I couldn't bare it any longer.

"You can't expect me to be perfect," I yelled not caring if anyone heard me. "Not like you," that part I whispered.

"That's why you're practicing my lady, so that you will be perfect," He said. A grin formed on his face.

"I have a name you know," I snapped. "It's Addie," He didn't reply, only stared at the wall.

"Don't you have a name?" I finally asked him. I doubted he would answer to that question. He seemed to want to remain mysterious.

Erik stared at her confused. "She wanted to know my name?" He thought. No one had ever bothered to care to ask me that question before. Not even Christine. Erik winced at the thought of Christine.

"My names... Erik," He nearly whispered.