A/N: I am sorry for such a long wait for this chapter, and I am sad to say it is a short chapter. I have had writers block, and then I have been preoccupied with the 6th Harry Potter book, which I still do not have, not for lack of trying. In the country I am in they don't have it yet, but my uncle tried looking for me anyway, and was unsuccessful. My parents are sending it to me, but guess what I just found out! It came out here today, in the capital! And I don't get it, because my parents spent a lot of money trying to send it to me and it should get here soon! Not that any of you really care about any of this, but I need to vent. Those of you who are still reading thanks! Anyway the point of that was I have not read the 6th Harry Potter book, and if any reviewers who read Harry Potter tell me anything that happens in it, Erik will Punjab you –Erik pulls out lasso menacingly- and I will not update for a month! Sorry. Ok enough about Harry Potter. Here's the chapter!

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Christine stood on stage a week and a half later warming up. All the performances of Faust had gone beautifully, and she had received the part of Juliet, in the next production, Romeo et Juliet. As she was running through her last scale, there was a commotion in the back.

"Where is she?" Yelled a woman in a dark green dress, throwing the doors to the auditorium open.

Christine abruptly stopped singing, and looked towards the back of the auditorium.

The woman in the green dress was now flying down the aisle towards Christine, ignoring the managers, who were running after her. "Is this her?" She asked, turning around to glare at the managers. " Are you the slut who took my part?" she continued, turning to Christine.

Christine opened, and shut her, not knowing what to say.

The woman seemed to take this as a yes, and walked up the steps and onto the stage. She stopped in front of Christine, and looked her up and down. "She's not even good looking! How she captured the Viscount's and Opera Ghost's hearts I would like to know. And now she comes back here, after her Viscount died and his family disowned her, like she never left. I won't stand for it! I won't!"

Up close, Christine saw that the woman was not much older than she was, and had the most striking appearance. Her was the darkest black Christine had ever seen, and she had the palest skin, like ivory. The green dress she wore only emphasized the green jade of her eyes, almost cat like. Before Christine could say anything however to her, the managers caught up.

"Christine, I would like to introduce you to Nichole Clovis. She is our leading soprano. She has been visiting London, for the past three weeks," Mousier Firman spoke breathlessly. "Nichole, I would like to introduce your replacement Christine de Chagny."

Nichole glared at Christine.

Christine however was finally able to say something. "A pleasure to meet you Mademoiselle Clovis," she said politely.

Nichole ignored her, and turned to the managers. "How dare you give my part to her!" She screeched.

Christine glanced around uncomfortably. Nichole's voice was attracting on lookers.

"Mademoiselle, please," Mousier Andre pleaded, but did not go on. It seemed he was at a loss for words.

Mousier Reyer now joined them, climbing up out of the orchestra pit, were they had been warming up. "May I make a suggestion?" He asked.

The managers, looking very grateful, nodded their consent.

"Why don't the two young ladies sing for the two of you, and the better singer gets the part?" Mousier Reyer said politely.

"Yes, excellent idea," Mousier Firman replied, looking very relieved.

"Fine," Nichole snapped, "But I would like to sing first."

"Alright," Mousier Andre said, as everyone stepped aside, to give Nichole center stage.

"Are you ready Mademoiselle?" Mousier Reyer asked, having returned to his place in the orchestra pit.

'Yes," Nichole replied impatiently.

Mousier Reyer nodded, and cued the music for the aria in Romeo et Juliet.

Christine listened carefully, as Nichole sang. She had to admit she was very good, better than Carlotta had been anyway. Christine became increasingly nervous as Nichole came towards the end of the aria. When she had finished, Christine clapped with everyone else, taking deep calming breaths. She walked out and took center stage.

"Try doing better than that," Nichole whispered as she passed Christine.

Christine ignored her, and nodded to Mousier Reyer, cueing him to begin the music. She sang beautifully, and when she finished everyone clapped, though she noticed not as loud as they had clapped for Nichole. Overall she thought she did pretty well, but she didn't know who did better.

Nichole smiled at the managers expectantly, but they ignored her.

"We will need one minute to confer I think," Andre said.

"Yes," Firman agreed. "Will you join us Mousier Reyer."

Mousier Reyer joined them, and they whispered together, all the while Nichole glared at Christine. Finally after five minutes, they reached a decision.

"You both did very well," Mousier Andre said, "But Mademoiselle Clovis…" Time seemed to freeze for a moment. "We are sorry, but you will have to be in the chorus. Congratulations Madame de Chagny, you have the part of Juliet."

"However," Mousier Firman interrupted him, "If anything happens to Madame de Chagny or she is unable to perform, Mademoiselle Clovis you will take her part in the performance."

Nichole stood gaping at the two managers in shock.

"Mademoiselle Clovis why don't you go join the chorus," Mousier Reyer said, pointing to the opposite side of the stage. "Madame de Chagny needs to start working on her part."

Nichole stood there for a few seconds, before coming to her senses. Furiously she stomped away. "You will pay," she hissed as she pushed Christine out of the way.

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