Disclaimer: I so wish I owned the Phantom of the Opera. But alas, dreams don't always come true.

A/N: Hey everybody! I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a long time. I've been really busy lately. I hope you like this chapter. Thanks to all my reviewers! I lurve you guys. Now here we go!

She'll Always Be There Dancing 'Round In My Head

Chapter 3

I told Meg that I wanted revenge, but all she wanted to do was tell me what Christine and Raoul were up to. I wasn't mad. It was perfectly understandable actually. They were friends after all. I wasn't about to hold that against my dear Meg.

I began to write an opera. It would be titled Don Juan Triumphant. I had to finish it in time for the New Year's Masquerade my managers would be holding. I would make a grand entrance, give them the score, maybe bother Christine and her precious Vicomte, then be off. I found myself wanting to stay for Meg though. I knew she would be there, even if against her wishes. I knew she really wanted to attend the party that the others were throwing. I wanted to stay and save her from the dullness that was sure to rear its ugly head after my departure.

A few weeks into my writing, Meg and I began focusing on casting. It was unusual for me to have someone with me during my writing sessions, but I felt a great comfort in Meg's presence and I knew I could trust her. She was part of my inspiration after all.

"Christine will be the Prima Donna," I announced.

"I would have been surprised if you had chosen another," she said, smiling. "And Prima Ballerina? La Sorelli?"

'That cow would not know grace if it came up and introduced itself to her," I said scathingly.

Meg laughed and it was music to my ears.

"I was thinking," I continued, "that the spot of Prima Ballerina belonged to you."

She looked at me, stunned, before asking, "Do you think I'm good enough?"

"More than enough," I answered quickly. Maybe a little too quickly. Over the weeks Meg and I had become close. Very close. We'd had plenty of late night talks, and the like. When I was with her I was happy. She made me forget about the ever pressing issue of Christine and the boy when she was near.

I knew that these feelings would lead me to thinking of her as more then a friend, but I didn't want to. I loved Christine. Right? Meg was just more human contact than I'd ever had in my entire life. Nothing more. Christine understood me. She could save me. Maybe it was the fact that they were friends that led me to feel so close to her. That had to be it. There. Problem solved.

"I have to go," Meg suddenly stated. "My Maman will begin to worry."

"Very well," I said in return. "Shall I walk you back?"

"No, that's alright. You have to keep working. The masquerade is in a few days."

I smiled at her thoughtfulness. "Alright then. Goodnight."

"Goodnight." And with that, she was off.

After she left a thought filled my head. I would write her a dance solo, somewhere towards the end. I felt bad about making her a harlot, but the solo should make up for it.

One day before the masquerade was to begin, Meg came down and visited me. She looked positively radiant, no doubt excited about the festivities about to take place. She lit up my dark corner of the world that moment.

"You're coming tomorrow, right?" she asked the moment she saw me.

"Of course. I have to save you from sheer boredom," I said. She smiled and laughed that angelic laugh of hers. A smile slowly found its way to my lips. Her happiness was contagious.

"Good. After you leave from tormenting everyone, I want to take you to a real party."

"A real party?"

"Yes."

"Am I missing something? I thought the masquerade was a real party."

"It is, but it's nothing like the one I'm taking you to."

"Aren't you going to tell me more?"

She just smiled slyly and shook her head. Was she flirting with me? Good God.

As quickly as the smile had appeared, it went away. I missed it almost instantly.

"Well," she blurted out suddenly. "I should go. I have many things to prepare."

"Goodbye," I said, amazed at her sudden change in attitude.

"Goodbye."

That night I found myself unable to sleep. My head was filled with thoughts of what Meg was planning. I wondered what she was going to wear, and what she had stored for me at this so called 'real party.' I was excited, but at the same time terrified. This was going to be an unforgettable New Year.

As I was drifting off to sleep an image of Meg appeared in my mind. I sat up straight as a board. This was not the first time thins had happened of course. It used to happen every now and then, but it was becoming more frequent. I realized that it was no longer Christine's face I saw in my dreams, but Meg's. I no longer loved Christine as I once did. That flame had died awhile ago. It was Meg that fueled my imagination now. She was my new muse, and I hoped that this angel would stay with me.

The only problem was that people thought it was Christine I still desired. If I turned my attention suddenly to Meg, they would do everything in their power to keep me away from her. This could not happen. So I decided that, for appearance's sake, I would keep everyone thinking I was still obsessed with the Prima Donna. That way, Meg would be free to come visit me and I could let he know of my feelings. I was going to tell her. I just wasn't sure when.

In my opera, Meg's solo was complete. I decided to add Don Juan lurking in the background. This is where he would fall in love with her. This opera was about my life, and I am sure that I began to fall for Meg the moment I saw her dance.

By opening night meg would be mine, and I was sure that this time, my feelings would be reciprocated.

A/N: Woo! Another chapter finished. What'd you think? PLEASE REVIEW! I have chapter 4 written, I just have to type it out. I'll try to update sometime this week. I'm not making any promises though. I'm bad at keeping them. I know the quote about a real party is very Titanic-esq, but I couldn't help it. It needed to be there. I'm sorry for the long wait, but I hope this chapter was worth it. Again, please review! Till next time kiddies! "Quitters never win, winners never quit, but those who never win AND never quit are idiots."