He had been afraid she was really going to leave when she had turned from him. Not that he wouldn't find her again, of course he would, he just did not want to give up her company so soon after only just finding her again. Though she was now smiling at him, her smile could take his breath away, she looked even more wary of him since he had lashed out. This was not how he wanted it to go.

"Thank you," David said. "Please, come sit and talk with me, tell me a bit about yourself. I am curious as to where you came from, your accent is not from here."

Rose remained still, not sure whether she should do as he had requested. "Why does he want to know about me?" Rose started arguing with herself, "Maybe I really should go," "And why should you do that? He seems nice enough, and he said he was sorry!" "But he didn't need to yell at me over his stupid mask," "He said he was sorry you idiot! Now just sit down and talk with the man, He's gorgeous, mask or no, and who knows if you'll ever get to see this guy again?" "He say's he comes here every day," "So! That doesn't mean you'll ever get to have him all to yourself again. And look at him, it looks like he's practically begging!" For he did look that way. His gorgeous "Oh, stop thinking like that!" "No, they are gorgeous!" gray eyes seemed to be pleading with her to stay and talk with him. Rose sighed and took a sit next to him on the piano bench. "Well, I don't really know what to tell you about me. I'm from the United States and I got a scholarship to study dance here at the Opera House. It's been a dream of mine since before I can remember. I saw a picture of this place when I was just a young girl, and I, I just seemed drawn to it. I can't really explain it. It looked almost familiar, like a long lost friend and I knew that someday I wanted to come here. I started dancing and became the best I could in the hopes that I would be accepted here. I also took voice because I knew that was another way I might be able to come here." Rose looked at David, and he seemed to be looking at her like he was not surprised that she had felt that way. "Some thought I was odd for wanting to come here so badly, but I knew what I wanted and I wasn't going to let anyone tell me different," She gave a shrug of her shoulders, "So now at 18 I'm finally here." "18?" David said, "So young." Rose gave him a disgruntled look, "What? You don't think I can do it? Well your wrong mister." She hopped up from the bench, but then David started laughing, "No, no Mademoiselle, I did not mean that. I was just surprised as to your age. You seem much more mature than the age of 18, already so sure of what you want to do." "Ok, now I feel horrible for jumping to the wrong conclusion," "Well you should! He didn't mean anything but you automatically assumed he was making fun of you. You need to be more trusting girl." "Oh, do shut up, I didn't ask for your opinion!" "I am sorry Monsieur, It is just that many people have made fun of my dream not believing I could accomplish it. I did not mean to become so cross." "It is alright, we all sometimes jump to the wrong idea, I am not offended, I do believe it was your turn to become cross anyway." This made Rose laugh. "I suppose you are right Monsieur David, shall we call a truce and shake hands on it?" Rose grinned and held out her hand. David took it, then brought the hand to his lips and pressed a soft kiss upon it. "oohh, He is so Dreamy!" Rose blushed and pulled her hand away, "Oh shut up," "Well Monsieur, now what shall we discuss?" David laughed and had begun to open his mouth to speak, but then the sounds of the other ballet girls returning from their break could be heard. David's face turned from that of amusement to that of one of distaste. "Why does he look like that?" "I am sorry Mademoiselle, but I am afraid I must be going. May I seek you out again to speak sometime?" "Oh, of course, anytime" "Thank you," He picked up her hand and place another kiss upon it, "Until the next time then, goodbye" He dropped her hand and then quickly blended into the shadows.

"Those damned ballet girls!" He thought. He had not wanted their meeting to end so quickly. Just being able to see her again had awoken feelings in him that he had forgotten he had. He wanted to just carry her away and spend time with her, but she did not remember him, he didn't expect her too. After all, this was another lifetime. He knew the memories were inside her somewhere, he just had to find a way to bring them to the surface. He looked forward to it. Not only would he be able to spend time with her, but soon she would remember and they could have the life together that they should have had.

To Aleya: Yes, I know that the Phantom's name is Erik, but in this lifetime his name is David. Like I said I was bad at summaries. The Phantom is also reincarnated.