Erik was hard at work composing his piece. His inspiration was back in full force, and he was almost finished when he heard something. It was faint, and he wasn't sure if he was actually hearing something or if it was just in his head, but it sounded like a woman's voice. It was so quiet and distant, but it was beautiful. This lovely soprano voice reminded him of another voice he'd been desperately trying to forget, so he tried to shut it out. Try as he might, he could not ignore this beautiful voice no matter how hard he tried to push it away. Curiosity got the better of him and he got up to see where the voice was coming from. As he made his way through dark passages of the opera house, it sounded like the voice was coming from the stage. When he got there, however, and watched from the flies above the stage, nobody was singing, or at least not anymore. There was only Carlotta babbling on about not being replaced by a ballet girl.