Angel of the Mask- You pressure me and you will die! Like Firmin will die for his comments about Christine! lol

Gerry ISU Chick04- I love him too, so you can't steal him. Well, my 'teacher' asked me to go out with him tonight, and I told him I had 'pervious engagment'. I felt so stupid. He was very sweet about it, though. He said that if I had an open night next week than we should do something, and like the dumb ass I am, I said that 'that would be lovely"... What is wrong with me! I can't believe I told him that it would be 'lovely!

Keeper Music Night- I get it. I have finals next week, but thankfully I only have to do two. Clasps hands "Thank you!" Looking up Yeah... that one... shrugs as well. Hey, your a poet!

Maska- Yes, hehehehehehe... seduction through music.

Chapter 17- Dominique's song

He played a short, elegant and complicated introduction. Isabelle smiled. So he could play the piano. Good it would be easier to connect if they had something in common. She was watching his fingers when her head was thrown up as his great and glorious voice erupted, catching her breath.

"The flash of the thunder, the pull of the storm," She closed her eyes, the music surrounding and lifting her, "Does nothing to them who see nothing but lust." He watched her almost fall to the music. She was succumbing to him, and he knew it. He loved it. He enchantingly sang the chorus. "The smiling of the stars. The twist of the flesh." She smiled, and he knew that he had her. "Drawn to another, entwined in the nets…" She shivered. "Of desire."

He stood, and though the piano was not playing, they both heard the haunting melody of the ivory key twanging on the strings. He watched her, and sensing his gaze, she opened her eyes. He took a step toward her and began again.

"The dropping of covers, fall in the sheets." He sang, erotically, still approaching until he was right in front of her. Her knees almost buckled beneath her. He was close enough that he brushed her with his clothing. He lifted a hand and stroked her arm, gently. "The brushing sweet touch of the sins incomplete."

Starting into the chorus again, he motioned for her to join him, which she did with a smile. "The smiling of the stars." He sang.

"The twist of the flesh." She sang, and he wrapped his arm around her waist, in a seductive move.

"Drawn to another, entwined in the nets…" They sang together. She pulled away, a bit appalled at her own behavior. She took a step back, smoothing her hair.

He frowned for a moment. He had almost had her, then he finished, melodiously, "Of desire…"

The door clicked open and a man who looked to be a few years older than Dominique stepped in, and looking between them, in slight confusion asked, "I'm sorry, but I think I may be in the wrong place." He smiled. "Or possibly the right place." (A/N PERVERT!)

Isabelle blushed brightly, and her brow furrowed. He father said that when she did this, she looked exactly like her mother. He was correct. Isabelle looked up, smiling to cover her humiliation. She took a few steps to the man and held out her hand, saying, "Hello, I'm Isabelle Chagny." She gave him her hand, and he kissed it lightly, causing her to blush again.

"It's all my pleasure." He said, and pulling away from her. "I am Jérôme Fort." He smiled, charmingly, and Isabelle smiled back, sincerely this time. Loudly, interrupting the moment, Dominique cleared his throat. Isabelle, getting the picture pulled her hand back from Jérôme.

"Wait…" She thought. "Why am I doing that? He does not own me. If I wish to speak with Jérôme I may. It is not any of Dominique's business." However, she did not continue to speak with Jérôme. She walked to a near by chair and sat, as lady-like as possible in her corset. She tried hard not to make her breathing labored.

Dominique sat down on the piano bench, slouching slightly. He looked quite displeased with the new arrival, and watched Jérôme walk to one of the few chairs left in the room, and turn it toward the other two to sit.

They sat in silence. Isabelle uncomfortable. Dominique in his loathing, and Jérôme in his slight obliviousness.