DISCLAIMER: If I owned Phantom musical rights or book/character I'd have a staff of authors to write me fan fiction. I only own the story "Down Once More" and "Wandering Angel".

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All through rehearsal about three days after her fall out with Gareth, Angelica's stomach was still in horrible knots. Though she was pleased with her ways of handling Gareth's words toward Ri'chard, she couldn't deny that she missed him. Yes, he was unkind, and behaved chauvinistic...But she could not forget the good he did have in him. The picnics in the park, the kisses behind the chapels, and the ring...

"The ring." Angelica said to herself quietly.

The shimmering gift that he had gave her was still on her finger.

"Chorus!" Madame Giry chimed in.

"Yes, Madame." they said in unison.

"As you know, the production of Robert Le Diablo is going to make it's premier in one day's time. So. I have asked the Monsieur and Madame LeJolie, along with their son Gareth, to come and review the ballet."

Angelica's stomach added one more knot to it's collection, as she heard the news.

"Ah! Here they are."

The chorus bowed and curtsied as the LeJolie's entered the room. Angelica's eyes darted to the floor as soon as she saw Gareth enter.

"Good afternoon, everyone." Monsieur LeJolie said happily.

"Yes, you all look very lovely." added his wife.

Angelica carefully looked up to see Gareth's expression making sure not to draw his attention. He wasn't smiling, and the twinkle in his eyes, had grown dull and matte.

"Madame Giry!" Angelica called out.

"Yes, Angelica?"

"May I be excused, I am feeling sick."

Madame Giry had never heard Angelica ask for a pardon to be excused, and looked concerned. She looked at Angelica and nodded 'yes'.

"Thank you, Ma'am."

Angelica rushed off of the stage as quickly as she could with ballet slippers on. She collapsed in front of the dormitory door and began to breath heavily. She looked at the ring on her finger and twisted it with her thumb. 'What have I done?' she thought to herself, now returning to her feet. Just as a tear formed on her eye, a handkerchief was appeared to soak it up. Angelica looked to her side, and there, holding the handkerchief, was Ri'chard.

"What is it, Angelica?" he asked softly.

"Ri'chard." she said, pulling him in to an embrace.

He immediately held her back.

"I love you."

Ri'chard broke the embrace and looked into her eyes. Before he could reciprocate the feelings she had just shown, he saw the reflection of someone in her eyes. Angelica looked confused at his expression while he looked into her eyes. What does he see? Ri'chard turned around, and was face to face with an enraged Gareth LeJolie.

"Gareth!" Angelica said placing herself next to Ri'chard's side.

"You." he said looking at Ri'chard, angrily.
Ri'chard said nothing, but only had the thought of pulling Angelica behind him.

"What about me?" he finally said, taking a step toward Gareth.

"Gareth, please." she said trying to redirect his attention.

"Angelica, don't. This doesn't concern you." Gareth scolded.

"Yes it does. You don't need to do this!"

"I won't let her be with you. She doesn't belong in the slums with the likes of you. You're nothing but worthless FILTH!"

Angelica tried to pull Ri'chard back but it was too late. He had grazed Gareth's jaw with his fist.

She gasped at his action and immediately tried to pull them apart. Gareth wrestled Ri'chard to the floor and was hitting him repeatedly in the face. Blood was streaming out of Ri'chard's nostrils.

"STOP!" Angelica cried, using all of her strength to break them up.

They returned to a standing position, still swinging their fists at one another. Angelica was now sobbing in fright.

"STOP IT, NOW!" she shouted at the top of her lungs.

Gareth and Ri'chard paused the brawl, and turned to Angelica. Their chests were pulsating, as they wiped blood and sweat from their faces.

Gareth walked slowly over to Angelica and stood inches from her face.

"Angelica. Did I not say...That this doesn't concern, YOU!"

He had slapped her...

"Ow!" shecried as she fell to the ground.

"Oh, no..."

Ri'chard rushed over to comfort her but before he could, she was whisked up into the arms of something in the dark shadows behind her.

"What?" Gareth whispered, apathy still in his voice.

A figure slowly made it's way into the light, holding Angelica. The boys adjusted their sight, and focused their eyes on none other than...The Phantom of the Opera.

Thank you all so much for the reviews and suggestions, I'll take them into consideration. As for right now, here's the newest chapter. I'm...Okay with it, but hey, I'm my own worst critic as I've said. Enjoy:) R&R, please and thanks!