A/N: Hey! This chapter is just a filler chapter, and really short. Sorry, but I really didn't want to add anymore to it. I don't really like it, but it fits its purpose. Anyway, that's about it. The next chapter should be up in a few days!

Layla Wendel: Don't worry! I love romance, and want to put all that good stuff in my story. I'll drag it out if I have to. And of course they still need to resolve a lot of things. I hate it in stories when they just kiss and make up and that's the end. There is more to come!

phantomofleopera: I know! 

angel of mystery: Yup!

Carolinus the Opera Ghostess: Yup! We're getting somewhere.

satinzevi89: Thanks!

gbmarie: LOL

TheaterAngel: I know!

grace: Thanks! I didn't want to rush it. They both have to heal, Christine getting over Raoul and his death, and Erik forgiving Christine. And we're still not there yet! Almost, but not quiet. I don't think Erik has forgiven Christine yet. BTW in some stories the Opera House was burned and yucky, but in mine I had it rebuilt.

RachErikaSam01: Yup! I'm sure I'll still be into the Phantom too. Now I have to convince my mom. LOL

Glitter Queen of The Ice show: Sorry, but no. He still doesn't trust her!

Starfire: Yea, I know. But I feel the lessons bring them closer together. And as you'll see Christine doesn't really need them. I put them/ it in to clear things up.

Danaya Reina: Thanks!

Silinde: -bows-

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Christine knocked on Erik's front door, Madeline in her arms. It was a day later, and Christine didn't know what to expect from Erik.

"Hello Christine," Erik said opening the door almost immediately.

"Eriwk!" Madeline said happily.

Erik gave her a smile.

"Hello Erik," Christine said smiling. "I'm sorry, but I had to bring Madeline. Madame Giry and Meg had to work at the Opera house. Is that alright?"

Erik nodded his consent, his eyes searching hers, as though to see if she had changed her mind about what had she said the day before. Christine felt naked under his gaze, but held it firmly, determined to not look away and give him reason to doubt her. Finally he looked away. "Come," he said leading her to the music room.

Christine placed Madeline on the floor, with a stuffed monkey she had made for her, and went to stand next to the piano. Erik was already seated at the piano bench. Together they went through some scales, before Erik proclaimed her fully warmed up.

"Now," Erik said taking a score of music off the table next to the piano, and placing it on the piano for her to read, "Sing this for me."

Christine's heart skipped a beat. It was the music for Don Juan! "Didn't it… Didn't it burn the night of the fire?" She asked trying to stay calm. The music brought back so many memories, and she knew Erik was testing her to see if she really loved him.

"My dear, why would I give the managers the original copy?" He asked raising an eye brow mockingly at her. He turned away from her and shuffled through the pages, finally opening them up to one. "Ah. Here we go. Start right here."

It was the beginning of her part in Don Juan and Aminta's duet. Erik began playing, and Christine took a shuddering breath trying to block out all the memories. The feeling of Erik's bare hands on her arms and neck. The feeling of his body press close to hers. The sound of his voice surrounding her. The look on Raoul's face as she sang. Seeing the guards all around the theater waiting to shoot. Trying desperately to concentrate she began to sing.

Erik stopped her not even thirty seconds into it. "Your not concentrating, Christine. Try again."

Christine was determined to not give Erik a reason to doubt her. Erik started playing again, and Christine forced herself to concentrate. Blocking out all memories, she began to sing. This time Erik did not stop her.

"You have brought me
to that moment
where words run dry,
to that moment
where speech
disappears
into silence,
silence . . .

I have come here,
hardly knowing
the reason why . . .
In my mind,
I've already
imagined our
bodies entwining
defenseless and silent -
and now I am
here with you:
no second thoughts,

I've decided,
decided . . .

Past the point
of no return -
no going back now:
our passion-play
has now, at last,
begun . . .
Past all thought
of right or wrong -
one final question:
how long should we
two wait, before
we're one . . .?

When will the blood
begin to race
the sleeping bud
burst into bloom?
When will the flames,
at last, consume
us . . .?

Past the point
of no return
the final threshold -
the bridge
is crossed, so stand
and watch it burn . . .
We've passed the point
of no return . . ."

Erik stopped playing as she finished the last note, looking at her amazed. She had never sung better, or maybe he only thought that because she had sung so bad the other day. "There is nothing wrong with your voice. That song was near perfect."

Christine was shocked. Erik always had something to correct even if it was a little thing. Numbly she nodded, blushing at the unexpected compliment.

"Now sing it again that way," Erik ordered.

He made her go through the song about ten times, until she got it perfect.

"You will be fine in your audition," he finally said.

"Will you be there?" She asked.

Erik hesitated. "I will be there," he replied standing up.

"Thank you," she said, picking up Madeline.

Erik nodded.

They stood like that a few moments, just looking at each other, before Christine broke the silence. "I should go."

"Alright," Erik said leading her to the front door.

"Will I see you before the audition?" Christine asked hopefully.

"Perhaps," Erik replied.

"Well, good bye," Christine said, not really wanting to leave, but turning and leaving anyway.

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