A/N: I have made a few revisions to the first 3 chapters. Nothing major just a few things to make the story run smoother.
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I awoke in a strange bed and for a moment I did not remember where I was or how I had gotten there. Slowly, the images of the night before washed through my mind. I smiled, not able to contain my joy at finding out Erik was a real man.
I heard the sound of an organ playing. So I arose from the bed and followed the sound, to the room we had occupied the night before. I stood in the entrance to the room mesmerized by the way he played. He was completely absorbed in the music. Stopping now and then to quickly write down the notes.
Incapable of staying away, I moved slowly across the room, until I was standing next to him. He was so absorbed in his music that he didn't notice my presence. Unable to resist I put my hand on his strong shoulder. His body stiffened and he looked up at with surprise, fear, and apprehension. To try to ease his nerves, I sat down on the bench next to him, my hand never leaving his shoulder. "Please continue" I asked.
"As you wish, my dear" he said then continued playing.
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I sat in my dressing room warming up for tonights Opera. My voice may have been going through the scales but my mind was elsewhere. Erik, I could not stop thinking about him. Or about the way he looked at me, or the way he sang to me. The song he sung about the Music of the Night stirred something deep within me.
After I had interrupted his composing, he played for me for awhile. All to soon he stopped and said he had to return me. As we made our way back to the Opera house so many questions filled my mind. Why did he travel in underground tunnels? Why was he still wearing the mask? Those and many others were running through my mind. I managed to hold my tongue, figuring I could ask a few questions tomorrow. (He promised me he would meet me tomorrow afternoon, in box 5, after rehearsal.) Even though I had so many questions and Erik and I hadn't done much talking the night before I felt as though I had known him forever. His music let me see into his soul, and his stunning turquoise eyes showed his emotions.
My thoughts were interrupted when Meg bursts into the room. She always seemed to interrupt when I was deep in thought. "Christine!" she exclaimed "where have you been? I was so worried!"
"I am sorry I worried you" I replied. "I just . . . I wanted some time alone."
Meg came closer and took my hand. "Are you alright?"
I couldn't lie to Meg she is my best -and pretty much only- friend, but I found that I could not tell her the whole truth either. "I . . . Meg do you remember what I told you about the dreams I've been having?" I had told Meg about the man who sang to me and taught me to sing in my dreams. I did however leave out the more . . . erotic parts of my dreams. "Well last night at the masquerade I met him."
"You met him? How can that be? Are you sure Christine?"
Of coarse I'm sure. Even if I did not recognize him by the way he looks I would have known it was him by his voice. As for how, that I do not know. Meg can you imagine how miraculous, strange, and amazing it is seeing a man in the flesh when you thought he was a figment of the imagination?"
"I couldn't imagine. I should go, we both need to get ready for tonights opera."
As I began to dress in the parts of the costume I could put on myself my thoughts once again turned to Erik. And I continued to think of him as one of the dressers came to help me into the costume of the Countess for tonights performance of Il Muto.