A/N: Hey guys! I know, it's been a horribly long time since I've reviewed. I've been at Nerd Camp (aka Vanderbilt PTY). Yes, I am that Caroline. Now you guys know why I protested so much to "Erik was eaten by a doggy." Yes, I really do love him with the burning passion of a thousand suns made of sun and one made of fireflies. OMG! (haha) Ok, sorry. Inside jokes from Nerd Camp. Thank you all so much for reviewing. This fic is going to be VERY long, if I have anything to do with it (which I should, since I'm the Authoress). I FINALLY saw the movie AND read the book (which were AWESOME! Hooray for Erik! If I ever go on a date, I'll see whether he really likes me enough for me to go out with him by making him watch the movie with me. Hehe. If "You idiot! There's plenty of women who love you more than that witch! Including me!" doesn't faze him, than he's worthy. Hehe). Interestingly enough, Christine is supposed to be blonde and blue eyed, and Meg is supposed to be dark. Hmm. Oh well. I have to say I give my shout out to All I Wanted, which you should all read, as well as my other favorites. They're well worth your time. And if you find a renowned comic book artist named Anya Weitzman (did I spell your name right?) or a novelist named Demetria Spinrad, tell them you knew me, and you will like get their autographs and stuff. And if you are a renowned comic book artist named Anya Weitzman or a novelist named Demetria Spinrad, yes I just advertised your presence. Now you can never have a career of obscurity. Smile.

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When Meg stumbled in, the four were all sitting on a table laughing at an amusing and witty anecdote Kathleen and Christine told about their childhood. Kathleen and Christine told about their childhood. Kathleen had replaced her mask. Imagine Meg's surprise. She was expecting some horror, but here was Christine and Raoul safe and laughing with not one opera ghost, but two.

Suddenly the female Phantom planted her lips right on Erik's. They were so passionate, they fell off the table they were sitting on. When the pair hit the floor, they started giggling. Then the girl noticed Meg in the doorway and called out to her, "Come! Join us! If you've go a man, bring him, if not, Christine and I can share!"

Then, out of the blue, Christine kissed Raoul. They too hit the floor. They too started laughing. Then an argument broke out. Meg caught only fragments "We were longer-!" "You held on!" and the like.

Meg was utterly baffled. However, she really got disconcerted at what happened next. The strange woman stood up en Pointe to shout at Christine. This was only drowned out by Raoul having an apoplectic seizure at Erik, and Erik yelling back. Suddenly, Christine hit the highest note known to humanity. It was about four and a half octaves higher than Carlotta could ever hope to reach, and beat Meg by eleven easily.

The female Opera Ghost shot Christine a glare. "Do you have to do that?" she asked, rubbing her ears.

"Sorry," Christine shrugged.

"Umm, what's going on here?" Meg asked in a small voice.

Christine rushed through the pleasantries. "Hi, Meg. We're alive and well. This is my twin sister, Kathleen, also known as the Phantomette of the Ballet, and of course you know the Phantom of the Opera. We're having a contest to see who can stay on the table the longest," she told the confused girl.

"Mother! I found them!" Meg called.

Now it was Madame Giry who entered.

"Madame! I missed you!" Kathleen called out, hopping up and running to her teacher.

"Mademoiselle! Kathleen! I have also missed you!" Madame Giry replied, hugging her pupil. Suddenly serious, she continued, "You showed much promise. Do you still remember your routine?"

Meg sniggered. She was mother's top student three years ago. She hasn't practiced since. I'll bet she can't even do a simple tour jete without falling right onto her face. If she even remembers what moves she was supposed to do.

"I have, indeed, Madame. I've had a lot of time to practice."

"Show me," Madame Giry commanded.

"Very well."

"Well? Proceed."

Kathleen smiled nervously, adjusted her mask, then put her feet in B, preparing to start. Taking one step, she stood up in a flawless arabesque. After balancing for a moment, she began to dance.

Meg's jaw hung open. She learned this when she was thirteen

Madame Giry looked pleased. Meg just gaped. Christine looked proud. Erik was awed. Raoul, though, had missed the entire thing, as she was too busy fantasizing about Christine.

Kathleen was used to a much bigger stage. As she traveled across the room, she saw that space was going to be tight. She did a leap, and cleared the room.

"No! Kathleen!" Madame Giry cried after.

Erik ran out of the room. Seconds later, they heard a splash.

"That was Kathleen, falling into the lake," Madame Giry told them confidently.

Another splash was heard. "That was Erik, going in after her," said Christine, equally confidently.