Sorry! Woo..lots of stuff about, really. Kind of getting distracted...

sorry its so short! At least its not as bad as the last one! I wanted to make it longer, but it was just so great...I couldn't. So please...Enjoy.

Sorry about the spelling mistakes as well.

'Damnit all!' Erik thought to himself. He took a deep breath, and laid down on his bed. That did not go according to plan. He closed his eyes for a moment.

'I must be so nervous because of my damned curse…' he thought to himself. He opened his eyes, and got up. He wanted over to a covered mirror, and through off the fabric. He grabbed a chair, and sat down. He exhaled noisily.

'Such a monster could not have such a fair dame as her…' he thought to himself.

'No…defiantly not…' he took off his mask, and placed it under the chair. Slowly, he looked up at himself in the mirror. '..not me.' He considered. He gave a smile that could make even the heartless cry.

Monique sat in her chair. Practice had gone as usual; Vachel trying desperate attempts to win her over; failing every time. She could have sworn she saw Bayard laugh a few times when she would reject. 'No, no…of course not. What a ridiculous thought. No one can be as cruel as I am here…' She said to herself. She looked around her room. The blue striped wall paper was really grabbing her attention at the moment. Such a blue not really found in the common eye color. She liked it. Although…She preferred green. 'Hmm…green…' she sighed.

Erik had green eyes.

She was really beginning to worry about him. She looked in the mirror one last time, and stood up. 'Perhaps I should go see him…' she thought. She nodded. Yes, that is what she would do. She looked up at the ceiling tile-like door, and decided to use another door he showed her a while ago. She closed the door behind her, and began to walk away.

Little did she know, there was someone only steps away from her. Vachel. He was talking to some of the chorus girls, when he saw her at the corner of his eye, he decided to follow her. 'Well well, where is my little Fawn going?' he thought curiously to himself. He ducked behind a bow when she looked around.

When Monique saw no one around, she opened the trap door. She hopped into the blackness, and landed somewhat gracefully. She strolled through the place like she knew so well.

Vachel, on the other hand, was having quite a difficult time. When he jumped in, he somehow landed on his face. Once getting up, his eyes didn't adjust to the darkness, so as he walked, he became very, lost.

"Erik? Are you here?" she questioned. Erik almost stumbled out of his chair when he heard Monique's voice. She was very close; he didn't have his mask on. He quickly grabbed it, and put on it.

When she appeared, she saw him put it on. She came closer. He looked at her, and smiled.

"Hello, Monique. What brings you here?" he asked nervously. She stepped closer.

"Well…you left in such a rush this morning….I wanted to check up on you. You had me worried." She said with a kind smile. Erik almost wanted to blush.

"Well…thank you, but I am quite alright." He said with a smile turning. She looked at him for a moment. As he walked away, she could sense anxiety in his steps. She gave a worried look and went to his side.

"Erik…is there something you are hiding?" she asked with a worried look. He looked startled when she asked.

"Well…oh…umm…." He began. He gave up, and deeply sighed. He looked at her, and took her small left hand into his bear like hand.

"There…is something, actually." He said softly. She looked up and him and squeezed his hand.