Melissa Aminta- Thank you! And on my side note, thank you again!

Maska- Since when have I been one who liked to do things that people will expect them to do?

Angel of the Mask- Too bad, I am posting, and you can't stop me, as I will hold your copy of POTO for ransom, and I will kill it... okay maybe I wouldn't, but I would still hold it for ransom.

Keeper Music Night- I hope something good comes out of this too! Oh wait that is my job isn't it? Damn!

Geryy ISU Chick04- Yay! New reader on both of my stories! Woo hoo! You read both in one sitting? I guess my storied need to be longer! I hope your boyfriend gets over it, and FYI, I bawled as I wrote it. Espescially the part about Matthieu telling Rene not to leave him, and then I told myself I was a damn fop for even trying to write this story, and that I should just shut up and... I'm rambling again aren't I?

Chapter 4- Familiarities

Dominique watched the young girl enter the room and begin to unpack her things, setting them in their proper places through the two-way mirror. She was very pretty, and Dominique liked the way her dark long waves flowed down her back and shimmered when she moved. She had very beautiful vibrant blue eyes, and her skin was olive toned, but not tanned.

Half way through her second trunk there was a knock on the girl's door, and she paused to let in the visitor. When she opened the door, a small girl with shoulder-length blonde hair heaved herself atop the dark haired girl who giggled and playfully punched the other.

Dominique watched their display with mixed horror and fascination. He had never seen anyone seem so comfortable around another person. His only friends where his father and brother, and they were little solace in his life of complete isolation. His father never spoke to him, unless he found it ness Cary and his brother was so caught up in his daily music lessons that he only had time to shoo Dominique away, and never had a moment to play with his little brother.

Dominique's eyes followed the girls as they walked to the bed and began to chat in friendly tones. They talked like teenagers and Dominique surmised that they could not be but two or three years younger than he was. He watched with intent as they spoke of things unknown to him.

"It's amazing to be here at last." The dark hair one said.

"I know, and in the same room…" The blonde one said. The comment about the room confused Dominique, but as his family did this often, he did not fret over it and instead continued to listen to the girls.

"Oh, Océane , I don't know why I'm even here. I'm not that good."

"Well, my dear," Said Océane, the blonde girl, "Your father paid a lot of money for you to attend music school…"

"I know, but he never wanted me to go off and join an opera house at the age of sixteen!"

"Ah!" Dominique thought, his face twisting up into an amused smile. "So I was right, only two years younger than me."

"Oh, Isabelle.." Océane said "You of all people should know how much your mother wanted you to do this."

"Oh my lord!" Exclaimed Isabelle. "Mother! I promised I would write here as soon as I arrived."

Océane giggled lightly watching her friend rush to her suit case and pulled out a navy blue stationary set. Isabelle sat next to her friend, and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. She began scribbling and speaking aloud.

"Dear mother," She said, writing, "All is well here in Paris, though I worry about you and Adrien in England." She pursed her lips a little, and caught up to what she had said, then spoke again as she squiggled. "I am to meet the managers tonight, and the acting professor as well." She screwed her face up in thought. "All my love…"

"And my love!" Said Oceani.

"And don't forget Oceani." Isabelle added, grinning. She pulled the paper so that she could sign it in cursive. "Your loving daughter, Isabelle Chagny."

Oceani giggled once again. "Why do you find it necessary to sign both your first and last name in such an informal letter?"

Isabelle smiled to her friend. "I'm not sure." She looked glassy eyed. "My father taught me that it was bad etiquette to sign any formal letters in an informal manner, so I suppose it is his fault."

Dominique turned and walked, silently down the passageway to his home, pndering what he had just heard. 'Chagny", for some reason the name seemed extremely familiar. He decided to go through his father's old newspaper clippings in hopes of finding the name somewhere.

Do you think that Dominique will figure it out.. or do you think he is as dumb as Josh, huh Maska?