(I hope you all enjoyed the last chappie, I am bored, and I was going to wait for reviews to see how everyone liked the first chappie before I went on, but I am bored, so I will write another chappie, just so people can get a better feel for the story, then you guys can tell me what you think about it. So I hope you all enjoy this chappie, and here it is.)

Chapter 2: Who's is the Face in the Mask

The night ended very late for Gabrielle and her family, for they had stayed late to help clean up. At about Three 'o' clock in the morning, Gabrielle was escorted into her carriage by, of course, Eminique. Her Mother and Father had stayed later then them to finish up the cleaning, but had insisted on Gabrielle on going home, for she had to get up in nearly 3 hours for ballet auditions. Now that she was 12, she was able to become a "ballet brat." That was what her father called the younger dancers, the ones who were still learning the basics. But Gabrielle had been trained by her Mother for years, so she was more advanced than most children her age. She thought about what it was going to be like at the auditions, she had only met MM Firmin and Andre' once, they seemed like nice people, she hoped that they were as nice at auditions as they were when her Mother introduced her to them for the first time. The carriage came to a jerky stop and Gabrielle was yanked away from her thoughts.

"Are you coming Gabby?" Eminique asked using his pet name for her.

Gabrielle took his hand and stepped out of the carriage. Once they were back into their home under the Opera Populaire, and changed out of her dress, Gabrielle laid in bed thinking of the day ahead. Sleep did not come easily, it never had, unlike Eminique, the moment his head hit the pillow, he was almost unconscious. Their family had always said that Gabrielle slept like their Father, and Eminique slept like their Mother. It seemed like Gabrielle had just barely fallen asleep when her Mother came in and woke her up.

"Gabby, wake up, your going to be late if you don't get up."

Gabrielle rolled over, but sat up only seconds later. She threw off the covers and went to pick out a good outfit to waer. When she was dressed, with her hair pulled up in a tight bun, she went out to meet her Mother in the Library.

"Did you have something to eat?" was the first thing that her Mother said.

"I can't eat anything, I am to nervous, but there is something I want to ask you." Gabrielle said sitting on a chair. "Did you see the young man at the Masquerade yesterday, he was in all black with a white mask that covered half his face, I don't think anyone had a costume like his. I didn't reconize him, so I thought that maybe you would."

" I never saw anyone in all black yesterday, I thought everyone was in bright colours considering the occasion." her Mother said looking back down at her book.

"All wells," Gabrielle said with disapointment, "Well I better go, I don't want to be late."

Gabrielle headed up to the main level of the Opera Populaire, deep into her thoughts. She barely noticed the face of the young gentleman she ran into while walking in the corridor.

"Excuse me," she said with a curtsy, then she reconzied the face as the young man headed off, she turned around, but he was gone into the dark corridor.

While Gabrielle was back stage waiting for her turn, she saw someone in the corner, and reconized the shape as her Father. She headed to the corner casually, she stood against the wall and talked out of the corner of her mouth.

"What are you doing here papa?" She asked looking around.

"I came to wish you good luck, and to watch your audition." the dark corner said.

"The auditions are closed, you aren't allowed to come in." Gabrielle said a little to loud and got some weird looks.

"That never stopped me before." and that was the last thing that was said between the two, for her Father was gone.

Twenty minutes later Gabrielle was called to warm up, she was next, and after ten minutes of stretching, bending, and going over shaky parts of her piece, she was called on stage. The dark figure in Box 3 watched her as she climbed the steps up to the stage, she looked even more beautiful then she had at her Masquerade.

(Hope you all enjoyed, I had a revilation in the middle of writting this chappie, and I knew what to call it, so I hope you all get a hint from the new tittle, and I hope you all enjoyed this chappie. Please R&R for if my demands are ignored, a disater beyond your imagination will occur.)