Sorry this isn't as long...I'm leaving soon and I wanted it to get posted. Well what i mean when I saw I'm leaving is, is that I'm going on forced vacation. Oh...there's such thing. Try haivng fun in connecticut! Yeah! Wish me luck!

I'll only be gone for...lets see...thriteen days. Then I come back, and guess what? It'll be three days til my birthday. How speical is that? Wooo seventeen here I come!

The next morning, Bayard walked through the opera doors. He snickered to himself a little; he told all the actresses and actors that the audition was yesterday at four o'clock. He was never going to at four; he was just playing a little prank. He continued to chuckle a little. Once he reached the stage, at least half the people trying out were throwing daggers at him through their eyes.

"Bayard! You said auditions were yesterday! What happened?" Jessica whined. Bayard rolled his eyes, and twirled his cane around.

"Well…I apologize all. I needed some bed rest. I am an old man, after all." He said pretending to have back pains. The women gave him sympathetic looks, and the men said nothing.

"Audition will be in three hours. This time, I will indeed be there." He said with a nod.

"Say the line, Jezebel." Beatrice commanded.

"Oh my dear Callia, how good it is to see you again." Monique said flatly. Beatrice got up so quickly her chair fell.

"OH…oh Ethan you masculine chap! You sultry hustler, you! Come into my arms and let us share a lover's embrace!" Beatrice said overdramatically. Monique looked at her and laughed lightly. Beatrice scowled.

What is so funny?" she said mockingly.

"Those weren't the lines. They weren't even remotely close. And you said them so hilariously, how could I not laugh?" she said with challenging eyes. Beatrice pulled out her chair and sat down.

"Well, if you believe you could do a better job, then do so." Beatrice huffed. Monique fell out of her laughing mood and looked at Beatrice. Beatrice grew a smile with a raised eyebrow. Monique looked down at the paper. She raised her head and sighed.

"Ethan my darling, why do you hide me so? Is my love for you really so lowly? You are ashamed to be with me, I know. Because I do not have money and power as you do. But maybe one day I will. But for now I suppose I always be that peasant girl you see when you are overcome with boredom." Monique finished. Beatrice narrowed her eyes and shot up.

"Well. What a surprise, Jezebel, yet another talent we come to learn about." Beatrice said walking to the door. After opening it, she turned to look at Monique.

"I am not discouraged by you. I will still be trying out, and I know my brother will be picking me. Good day." She said threateningly. After saying that, she slammed the door shut. The candles flickered out, and the room became dark. Monique just sat for a while. For a while, she just sat and thought. Her thoughts turned to Erik.

She had only known Erik for maybe more then a couple months, and she already had a great fondness for him. Too fond of him. She knew Erik was not a bad person; on the contrary. He was very lovely for phantom. But he was a man. Obviously not a sociable man among men, but he still fit the characterizes.

Richard had definitely proven himself a man, by being the humble less pig that he was. Although….Erik wasn't like Richard. Richard was only after one thing. He only wanted to fornicate with her, but she wouldn't allow it. Eventually, he got bored and moved on.

Erik was down in his home, drawing because of 'sudden' inspiration. Erik had let Monique see most of his drawings, but there were drawings he hid away. The ones he drew of her.

Moving his dark coaled crayon for her eyes, he felt he was almost complete with this. The drawing almost looked like an expensive photograph; so well drawn. He pulled at a coal green, and began to color in the eyes.

He knew her eyes were green obviously, but he never really saw them as up close as yesterday night. He wished something like last night happened again. Except when she was crying. He could live with her not crying. He stopped drawing for a moment, and thought.

Why was she crying? She wasn't crying over Beatrice and her cruel words, nor that she was half gypsy and can only do half of that the normal French can do. No…he could have sworn...

He saw another man in her eyes. Well, until she fainted. He didn't know who the man was; he could just tell it wasn't him. He'd have to ask her about that later. Jealousy sparked every once and a while, but it was soon getting to difficult to continue withhis drawing. He wanted to know. He wanted to know now.

Although…she didn't have to tell him. It wasn't any of his business. Then again, he did somewhat comforted her last night. So she kind of made it his business…but she probably wouldn't want to tell him. 'God damnit, women are so confusing.' He thought bitterly.

There next meeting was going to be an interesting one.