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A/N I don't own Erik or any relations to the play, the musical or the book "the phantom of the opera".

Authors note: I'm going to be playing the phantom. Ha ha. I'll be singing the phantom of the opera with a friend of mine for a talent show. Yeah. Also sorry for not writing in a while. I've been procrastinating.

Question: still what does fop mean?

Sorry if I go a little out of order. I'm just going to type. Also this will be the last chapter that I'll have author's notes and stuff like that. If a reviewer has a question then I'll answer it in the story or I'll tell them straight up. So hope you enjoy this. Also terribly sorry for not writing sooner. I procrastinated. Also since I won't write anything above or below my story I hope you8 all understand I'm really sorry for not posting sooner. Understand I'll always be sorry.

Rouge….

Of course I can read. When he's done with me what will he do with me then? Will I die? No I won't he'll probably be leant and let me go. I hope. Where is this library?

As she was thinking this she opened the door that lead to the library. It was the most books she's ever seen. Dusty tombs to novels. She wondered if he's read all of these. Inside the library there were candelabras stationed next to chairs to produce the most light while someone read. There were three chairs scattered everywhere. All looked comfy but only one looked looked up and realized this room was larger then she expected. The walls were full of books yet the walls reached up 10 feet. Erik seemed so interested in music but none of these books were on music. There were books and architecture and magic, opera scores from over 100 hundred different operas, gypsies and history of almost everything imaginable.

How am I to choose what to read? Where did he find these books? This is an awesome sight. (Now when I say awesome meaning she's awe struck. Not like awesome dude. But period awesome. Get it? Great.)

She finally chose a book on Greek mythology. It was one of the dustiest books she'd ever seen. When she slowly budged the book from its secure hold in between a book on Persian architecture and gypsy curses she let loose an eccentric amount of dust. She had a coughing and sneezing fit for ten minutes. Finally the dust settled as did she in one of the chairs that didn't look used. She curled up like a cat in the cushy chair and read about the goddess Aphrodite. Outside rouge heard Erik playing the organ. It was a calm and peaceful tune.

For about an hour she read. Completely lost in the book. She lost track of everything else around her. She didn't realize the music from the organ turned angry and loud or that she was in a strange place with a strange man or what happens once her eye starts twitching.

I hater it when my eye twitches. It becomes difficult to read. How long is my eye going to twitch?

With no warning or sound but she suddenly became limp and slouched in the chair. The book fell to the floor with a thud. Rouge looked like she was just sleeping. Yet at the same time Christine was asleep in a dreamless sleep in the carriage.

Erik…….

Once rouge left his presence he tried to rest. He lay on the sofa for awhile yet sleep did not come. He longed to be swept off to a world his own. A world where Christine was with him and truly loved him. Nothing came over him but annoyance. He was just looking at the ceiling hoping this rouge women could help him. The annoyance, anger, fear and doubt in leaving his future in the hands of another gave him an idea for a song.

So he reluctantly got off the sofa shined his tapping shoes and began to dance. The dancing pushed him to sing.

"If life gives you lemons dance put on your tapping shoes and dance. Don't let your troubles get you down. When life gives you lemons dance!" taping his pretty soul out till he could tap no more. Exhausting had him lay back down on the sofa. By no his shirt was damp from sweat. He finally was allowed to sleep. He was whisked away to candy land where he met his friend count licorice. They together conquered gumdrop lane and some nutty place. They didn't need to take over all of candy land. All they needed to do was take over the castle and they would rule all.

They reached the gateway into the castle when me the author decided to get on with the real story.

A/N sorry about that. Got a bit carried away. I'm going to repeat something's to show you where I'm really starting the story.

The annoyance, anger, fear and doubt in leaving his future in the hands of another gave him an idea for a song. He reluctantly got off the sofa and slunk to the organ. He plopped down on the organ bench. At first he played a soft calm tune. Then he allowed his true emotions out and turned the tune into one of anger and complicated crescendos. (Don't ask. I have no idea how a crescendo is complicated but I wrote it.) He didn't stop until he heard his angel call his name.

"Erik? Is that really you?" Christine asked.

Christine…….

The carriage ride was smooth for the most part. Christine did not regret leaving Raoul. It had already been two days since she left him. She never asked to stop for the night but wanted to reach her angel as soon as possible. Yet Christine didn't sleep for she feared if she slept she would awake to find herself still with Raoul.

I need sleep. I've not slept for three days. (I mean three days yet she's only been on the rode for two. See she left at night after a ball so before she bedtime. So you go to the ball and rewind further until the morning. She wakes up and goes through the day and ball. Then leaves before sunup so she didn't sleep that day. Then two days on the rode of no sleep. You do the math 1 plus 2 equals 3.) The rode seems smooth no so maybe I could rest.

With that she closes her eyes and the relief of sleep overcomes her. She succumbs willingly that the second her eyes shut she's sound asleep. In sleep she dreams of waking up in Erik's home. She looked to see where she was. Books, she was surround by books. Since she was dreaming she went in search of Erik. As she exited (Did you know that vomit means to exit. Like at the coliseum in Rome, the arches are called vomitoriums. Sorry) she noticed what she was wearing.

Oh for goodness sakes Christine this is a dream. There's no guarantee you'll wear what you were wearing when you fell asleep.

She stepped out of the library and heard Erik pounding away on the organ. Walking out of the hall way and into the main area she stood shocked. There at the organ was her angel. It seemed so real and felt real. She couldn't believe it here was her Erik. It was just a dream but the best dream she's ever had. Shyly she said,

"Erik? Is that really you?" She hardly had any sound come out of her but Erik heard. He always hears when his angel speaks. He turned to see Rouge standing there on the brink of tears.

Rouge…..

A/n this isn't going to be Rouge thinking or talking but just describing.

When she allows others the use her body and self to express them selves she becomes nothing. She has no body. Nothing physical. Everything is pitch black yet she has no eyes. Everything is cold but there's no body to feel or mind to react. She's just an existence in nothing and nowhere. When who ever takes control of her starts to leave there's a blinding light. Then she slowly realizes her surroundings and goes on with life. She hears nothing that goes on while she's there. Yet she feels the emotions and expresses them her self to the best of her none existent abilities. Afterwards she feels somewhat used. Like someone takes her stuffs her in a closet uses her for whatever reason then when they feel like going they let her out. Rouge realizes she was given this gift to help so she doesn't hold grudges against any who need her help. Even if it means sacrificing her mind body and soul.

Peace out

IndiaPyro.

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