Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Serious writers block. Okay, here is the next chapter, but first, some replies:

PhantomLover05: I guess I was really tired that day. I think that the chapter could be better, but it's too late to do anything about it now. Thanks for reviewing it anyway.

cylobaby: Thank you, I never thought I was amazing though so that is new. I'm glad to hear that you liked my story. Well, here is the next chapter for you.

DragonheartRAB: Thanks, I love happy endings, even though this wasn't the end. Okay, next chapter.

phantomlover22: Thanks, I'll try my best to keep it that way.

Melissa Aminta: Okay, quick question. I still don't know what some abbreviations are. Could you tell me what OOC and EOW mean? I just can't figure them out so could you help me out? Thanks!

FFAMasquerade2005: LOL. I wouldn't have cared if it was Raoul either. The name was her mothers, Marie Giry. (I just like the name Marie) Thanks for reviewing.

Allura Arwen: If I killed Meg there would be no story left to tell now would there? I would hate to have seen him kill her. Thanks for reviewing.

charity: Is interesting a good thing? Thanks!

BrokenAngel858: Ugh, I hate WB! It kills me. I really like this story! Thanks for the support.

Okay, here is the chapter! Let's all say it in unison now 'It's about time!'

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Chapter Nine: To Be Dancing Again

Meg wandered about the opera house one day. For the past month she had been exploring places that she had never been to in the building. She found secret passages in almost every room. Erik and her had been becoming closer and were soon calling each other friends. She would sit down sometimes and listen to Erik play the organ and sing to her. Sometimes he even read to her. Meg practiced everyday at he dancing and at least once a week Erik would watch her dance. They soon forgot about that one night a month ago.

Meg wandered to box five to sit down and read for a while. She just started a new book and she wanted a place where there would be no organs interrupting her. She sat down on the floor next to the balcony and opened her book to start reading. No sooner than she started reading did voices interrupt her concentration. 'Is there no place where I could be left alone?' she thought to herself. 'Wait, voices? No one except Erik and I are here.' She stood up and peered over the edge of the box. She saw three people standing next to what was left of the orchestra pit. She couldn't hear much but managed to gain some of the conversation.

"Well, my new manager, I wish you luck and will be here to see you when the Opera Populair reopens in a month," a short man with gray hair and an odd looking mustache said. He appeared to be Monsieur Andre, the former manager.

"We will be expecting you then," a tall, young woman said. She had blonde hair that was put up into a bun and was wearing what appeared to be an expensive red velvet dress. She had pale skin and looked like she was in her mid twenties, but very lovely.

"Yes, good day to you Monsieur Andre," the third one said. This one was a short plump man in about his late thirties. He had brown hair and a curly mustache and wore grey evening wear.

"Good day to you, Monsieur Dublex, Mademoiselle Dublex. I look forward to the next performance." With that said Andre left with the two others following him out the main doors. Right when she knew they were gone, she dashed out of the box and down to the lair. Once she entered the lair she ran straight into Eriks' chest without knowing.

"Ow, that hurt," she said backing away.

"You should look where you're going next time, little one. Why were you in such a hurry anyway?" he asked curiously.

"Well, I went up to box five to read for a while when I heard voices coming from below. I looked down and saw Monsieur Andre and two others. One was a girl in about her mid twenties and a man who looked to be in his late thirties. They were discussing about the Opera House. Erik, they are going to reopen it!" she said excitedly.

"I see," he said in thought. "So, the Opera Populair is truly going to reopen?"

"Yes, in a month. Can you believe it? I will be able to dance on stage again," she said twirling about. Erik gave a small laugh and shook his head. "What's so funny may I ask?"

"You are. You can act like a child sometimes."

"Well, wouldn't you be excited if you are able to get your job, home, and life back?"

"I do get all of those back though, and I must admit I am a little bit excited. I wonder what the new managers will be like?"

"They look nice…"

"Looks can be deceiving. Why don't you perform a dance for me? It'll be good practice for you."

"Alright," she said going into the usual dancing room. They made the empty room that she found her dancing area. Once they got in, Erik sat down on a chair that they had put into the room and watched Meg dance for an hour.

"I love this room, it is perfect for dancing in," she said after she was done. Then a thought struck her. "Erik, when the Opera House reopens, will I still be able to stay with you? Or would you rather me leave?"

"I don't want you to leave. You may stay here as long as your heart desires." A smile played on her lips and she ran over to Erik and embraced him.

"Thank you, Erik."

"What for?"

"For becoming my friend," she said, quickly placing a kiss on his cheek and hurrying to her bedroom. Erik reached up and touched the spot on his cheek where Meg had kissed him. 'Am I falling in love with my little ballet rat?' He got up from his chair and went straight to his room to get some rest. He had much planning to do for the upcoming events.

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Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I hope this one is better than the last one. More ideas will come, I promise. I had one idea for each of my stories to day and the Opera House reopening was the one for this story. Please review and tell me what you think!