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Chapter 3:

Gabrielle took a deep breathe and stood before the mangers of the Opera Populaire.

"Please say your name and age." Firmin said.

"Gabrielle Daae," she said taking her mother's maiden name, "Age twelve."

"Ahh, the young Miss Daae, I am looking forward to seeing you dance, please begin when you are ready then." Firmin said with a smile.

Gabrielle went to the right side of the stage, and began her piece, she came to the end, her worst part. She was on the left side of the stage she got a graceful running start, and lept, as she lept she rotated so she was facing the mangers, she landed on the balls of her feet, and was instantly on her toes again. She did 3 pirouette's and ended with a graceful leap. (A/N: I used to take ballet, and I am taking a class in September, so I am going off of what I know.) She faced the empty chairs, with the exception of the two seats the mangers occupied. The two mangers were standing and clapping, Andre had a big smile on his face, and Firmin's face was turning red from clapping so hard. Gabrielle curtsied, and looked up to box 5, she saw a dark figure leave, but something else caught her eye, there was someone in box 3, she couldn't make out a face, all she could see was a dark figure. So she curtsied once more and headed for box 3. She walked fast up the steps, avoiding all the people trying to tell her how good she did, but by the time she got to box 3, the dark figure was gone. She turned slowly and headed out of the box, and back down to her home, but as she headed out, someone grabbed each of her wrist and pinned them up against the wall so she couldn't move, and as she turned her head to look at him, she reconized the white mask covering half of the young man's face.

(YAY, yay for cliffhangers, I hope you all enjoyed sorry it was so short, I promise the next one will be longer. But I still hope you all enjoyed. Please R&R for if my demands are ignored, a disater beyond your imagniation will occur.)