A/N: Okay, so I have no idea what's wrong with this thing, but whenever I try to edit my documents, it never saves! It's getting me really frusterated. Okay, so since it won't save, here is everything that readers have been getting confused about:

Christine is 17 in eleventh grade. I kept trying to save that in the first chapter but it never saved. grunt

Seth is Christine's brother, not Raoul. It is still written in the first chapter that her brother's name is Raoul, but it's Seth. Remember that if you re-read it. Raoul is her boyfriend. Or, was her boyfriend.

On to the story...

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Carlotta stood from her seat, smiling and waving to the crowd. I clapped slowly for her, but Raoul put his hands over mine.

"She didn't deserve the part. You did."

I tried to smile, but I just couldn't. Erik would be so disappointed in me.

"Thank you."

I stood from my seat so abruptly that Raoul jumped. I walked past Raoul without a single glance back and walked quickly towards the door. But once I was ready to open the door into the grand entrance, an arm was laid on my shoulder.

I spun around and saw Raoul, standing there and smiling gently at me.

"Are you upset?"

"A little."

"Well don't worry about it. Promise me you won't. There will be more parts here to try out for, and I'm sure you'll make them. Besides, I bet M. Andre and M. Firmin just chose her because she's paying them."

I giggled. He sure was supportive.

"Can you promise me that?" He asked gently.

I nodded and said, "Thank you Raoul. I promise."

I'm sure Raoul didn't see this coming, and neither did I. I had stood on my tippy toes and planted a kiss on his cheek. I don't know why I had done it. I didn't know this man, yet I did. I missed my boyfriend Raoul so much, and I just wanted to kiss him one last time.

Embarrased, I flew threw the doors and ran down the hall, not daring to look behind me. I heard footsteps behind me for a short while, but they eventually faded.

Why did I kiss him? I don't know. I didn't mean to, it just sort of, happened. Did it feel good? Yes. I felt so comfortable again, to finally kiss Raoul once more. But did I really kiss him? Crud. I know that I didn't actually kiss my boyfriend, but only a man that looked like him. Now that was embarrasing. I barely knew him.

I regretted kissing him. I knew I shouldn't of.

I met back in the dressing room that Erik instructed me to go to. He told me to wait by the mirror, so I did. I waited for only a few moments when he returned.

The mirror opened in front of me, and there stood Erik. A mad, red faced Erik. I gulped and said,

"Hello, Erik."

But Erik didn't reply. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me threw the mirror. After he had shut it behind him, he dragged me threw the dark corridors.

"Erik! What's wrong?" I demanded.

"Oh, you know perfectly well what's wrong!"

I stayed in silence as we returned back to the lair. During the time Erik was huffing and puffing and cursing under his breath. I wondered if this had to do with the audition.

Once we reached the lair, Erik dragged me to the library and told me harshly to sit down. I did so and asked,

"Erik! What in the world is wrong with you?"

Erik only pulled on his hair in frustration.

"Is this about the audition?"

Erik finally met my gaze and replied,

"No, you did fine in the audition. It's about Mr. Raoul de Changy."

I gulped. Had he seen the kiss?

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not stupid, Christine! I saw you kiss that boy, and I never want to see it again. Do you understand me? Never! You think I can't see you, Christine? You think I don't know what you are doing? Well you're wrong! I loathe Raoul de Changy, and I never want to see you near him again."

It was my turn to get angry.

"Erik, that isn't fair! Why does it matter so much that I gave him a quick kiss?"

"Why did you give him a kiss?" He demanded.

"I don't know. But why does it matter to you so much?"

"Why you ask? Why? Damnit! I love you! Do you think that when I saw you kiss him nothing was happening inside of me? My heart started to break! I had seen the love of my life, my sweet angel, kissing Raoul de Changy! Do you think, a hideous beast such as myself doesn't care about anything? I care about you, Christine! I do care - "

He didn't finish his sentence. He broke into a sob and fell to his knees before me. He buried his head into my lap and cried there.

I was still. I couldn't move. I didn't mean to kiss Raoul, it just happened! I regretted it so much, but I can't take it back. I wish I could though.

Now my heart was breaking. I had made Erik cry. It was all my fault. If I hadn't leaned into kiss Raoul none of this would ever happen!

I was a bit confused with myself. I was sad, because the murderer of my mother and my boyfriend was crying. This didn't make any sense. But then again, what if it really was Logan who killed them? Why would Erik lie to me? He loves me for crying out loud!

I should believe him. I should believe him with all of my heart and soul. So I did. I believed him, and let him cry on my lap.

I let him cry there for a few minutes longer, but then I eventually tilted his chin with my index finger, making him look into my eyes.

"Erik, listen to me. I didn't mean to kiss Raoul. It just sort of happened. Do you ever have those times where you do something but you never even meant to? That's what happened to me. I'm so sorry I made you cry Erik, and that I didn't make Hannibal. I must of did really bad up there, but it's okay. I suppose Carlotta deserved the role."

I drooped my head and stared into my lap. I was a bit more disappointed then I thought I would be when I didn't get the role. It's strange, because I don't remember wanting to make it that much.

It was Erik's turn to tilt my chin upwards and look me into the eye.

"Christine, I believe you. Angel, I'm sorry I didn't before. I was just so upset. And you must know that you did excellent at the auditions."

I smiled, which made him smile. He stood up from kneeling on the ground and sat next to me, cupping my chin with his palms.

"You need rest, my dear. Today was a busy one, don't you think? We will have dinner in a few hours."

"Alright."

I took Erik's outstretched palm and followed him into the music room.

x x x

It was strange, what happened in the music room that afternoon. I was sitting down next to Erik, watching him play the piano, when suddenly we heard a huge splash.

Erik stopped abruptly from his playing.

"What was that?" I asked.

Erik didn't answer me. Instead he swiftly moved from the piano bench to the door. He turned to me and said,

"Wait here."

I listened to him and stayed on the piano bench, hoping something terrible wasn't about to happen. I stared at the piano keys and hoped that Erik would be coming back soon.

But instead I heard shouting. I knew one voice was Erik's, but I didn't know the other one. Confused, I got up from the piano bench and went towards the doorway, sticking my head out so I could see the man.

Erik was shouting at a brown skined man with delicate persian robes, that was now completely soaked. I knew just then who it was.

Nadir Khan!

"What are you doing here?" Erik shouted at Nadir.

"I came to visit you. I thought you'd be happy." Nadir responded casually.

"Well I'm not! How dare you just show up like this!" Erik spat.

Nadir lifted an eyebrow and replied,

"Is there a reason you don't want me here, Erik? Have you commited another crime?"

Erik stopped shouting and straightened up. "Of course not." He replied a little bit shakily. "I just find it strange that you would suddenly appear in my house."

But Nadir didn't seem to take that. He folded his arms across his chest and tapped his foot on the hard ground.

"You're hiding something."

Erik clentched his fists and shouted, "I am not hiding something, daroga!"

"Step aside, Erik." Nadir cautioned, walking past Erik. He was heading towards the music room, where I was!

I darted away from the wall and back to the piano bench, pretending I was there all along. I heard curses and shouts from Erik, but Nadir wouldn't stop. I looked on towards the doorway until Nadir appeared, with a frightened, angry Erik behind him.

Once I met the Persian's eyes, I turned my head away and towards the keys of the piano. I was shaking, I don't know why, but I was frightened at that time.

"See? I'm not hiding anything!" Erik yelled. "Do you see any dead bodies? Any weapons? Any - "

Nadir cut Erik off and replied hotly, "I see a girl, Erik. A very young, pretty girl. What are you doing with her?"

I couldn't see the expression on Erik's face for I was turned around, but I could tell he was worried.

He replied smoothly, "I don't plan on doing anything to her."

"Don't give me that, Erik!" Nadir snapped. "Surely you have done something with this poor girl!"

And with that, I heard footsteps coming towards me. My heart was pounding faster and faster as the footsteps became closer. Just then, when they couldn't come any closer, a hand fell upon my shoulder.

I turned around to see Nadir looking down on me. He lifted my chin with his rough hands and seemed to be inspecting my face and neck.

Suddenly, Nadir was pushed out of the way and fell to the ground. Erik had done this, and screamed to Nadir.

"Never touch her again! Do you hear me? Never!"

Erik lifted me up from the piano bench and gripped onto my waist, holding me close to him.

Nadir was shocked, I could tell, for he didn't move nor speak for five whole minutes. When he got up however, the first thing he asked was:

"What is your name?"

He was looking at me whilst he said it, so I responded quietly,

"Christine."

"Speak up."

"My name is Christine." I said louder.

The Persian nodded slowly and asked,

"Where are you from?"

I looked up at Erik, hoping I would see an answer in his eyes, but he was glaring wildly at Nadir. Nadir was ignoring him however, and asked again:

"Where are you from? No need to lie to me."

I didn't answer. I didn't know what to say! Instead I looked down at the floor and folded my hands together.

"Answer me, Christine!" Nadir snapped.

I looked up at him; completely frightened. I always thought that Nadir was a nice man, but I supposed he was very impatient.

"It seems that she doesn't want to answer you, daroga! I highly suggest you stop shouting at her!" Erik snapped back.

Wanting to stop the arguments, I asked loudly,

"Would you like to stay for dinner, Nadir? It should be prepared in a moment. I'll go set the table and bring you both some tea. Sit down, sit down!" I ushered them to do so.

I led them both into the drawing room and as they were staring at me blankly, I pushed them gently onto a large comfortable sofa.

"I'll prepare the tea."

As I was ready to go out the door, a hand grasped mine and flung me around so that I almost fell into the man's lap. It was Erik. He asked,

"My dear, what is the matter? No need to make tea!" And then he whispered harshly to me so that Nadir couldn't here,

"Why did you invite him to stay for dinner?"

I responded in a whisper, "I had to stop the arguments!"

And then I went out of the room, ready to prepare dinner.

x x x x x

Once dinner was prepared, I led Erik and Nadir into the kitchen. They both looked angry but slightly amused.

Once we all sat down, Erik immediatley started to dig in. But I put a hand on his arm and asked politely,

"Don't you pray before you eat?"

I glanced over to Nadir, who's hands were folded and eyes were closed. Once he was finished muttering something in a different language, he looked up at us, slightly embarrased.

Erik glared at me and shook his head. After I took my hand away from his arm, he started to dig into his food like a beast who hasn't eaten in years.

"So, may I ask what your name is?" I asked Nadir. I already knew his name, but he would be frightened if I called him Nadir and he hadn't told me.

"Nadir Khan, madmoiselle."

"That's a nice name." I commented. "Where are you from?"

"If I tell you, will you tell me where you are from?" He asked testily.

I looked down at my plate and picked up a roll.

"No, it's okay."

Nadir raised his eyebrow and plopped a grape into his mouth. I smiled as I bit into the creamy roll, but my smile faded when I heard a large beltch next to me.

Nadir and I glanced at Erik with disgusted looks on our faces.

"Ugh!" I moaned. "That's disgusting!"

Nadir grabbed his napkin and put it over his face so his nose and mouth were covered.

"Erik! At least say excuse me!" Nadir spat.

"Excuse me," Erik snickered. He grabbed his napkin and dabbed the edges of his mouth, trying his hardest not to laugh. After he set the napkin down he rubbed his hands together and looked down at his plate.

"Mmmm," He moaned. Then he grabbed a roll and stuffed it into his mouth.

I sighed and looked down at my food. Erik's beltch was completely sickening, I had lost my appetite. Pushing my plate away from me, I asked Nadir:

"So, are you and Erik good friends?"

"Pretty good friends, I suppose."

Erik grunted and plopped five grapes into his mouth.

But then Nadir asked me a question that I couldn't dare answer. He asked,

"How did you and Erik meet? Are you both...together?"

I stared at him blankly. I couldn't answer that question! I would never be able to tell him the truth. But luckily I didn't have to answer him. Erik saved the day with another loud, disgusting beltch right into Nadir's face.

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Funky ending, huh? I was going to go on a bit further, but I wanted to save it for the next chapter. So, how will Nadir handle the beltch planted right into his face? Why is Erik so hungry? And most importantly, will Nadir find out how Christine really met Erik? Tune in for the next chapter. Please R&R! And thank you to all of my reviewers!