A/N - Sorry this Chapter has taken so long to write, I have moved house and it's taken me a while to get a new Internet connection on my new PC. I am so sorry but am glad you are still with me!

Anyways, here it is, please continue to review.

Chapter 10 - The Day After

For the first time since she had discovered 1870's Paris Christine slept undisturbed and peacefully. She woke at the normal time, everyone else was just getting up too. Meg bounded over to her, already full of energy.

"Morning Christine!" She said, smiling. Christine rubbed her eyes and swung her legs over the edge of her bed.

"How can you be so awake?" She asked Meg, cheerfully. Christine stood and took out her clothes. She went behind the dressing screen and Meg continued her conversation.

"The Ball fell apart after you left. Maman and the Managers did their best but people didn't want to be there. They were scared stiff" Meg said. Christine made a sound that was more of a murmur and Meg carried on,

"But today, the managers are meeting to discuss this, Don Juan thing. Monsieur Reyer played a little this morning and it was stunning." Meg trailed off, relishing in the memory. Christine smiled as she finished dressing. Of course it was a master piece, it was written by her Angel and he was a genius. Christine stepped out from behind the screen and twirled for Meg. She applauded sarcastically. Together, they went to eat their breakfast and hurried toward the stage. They were the last arriving. Madame Giry shot them a look, but then let them go on, the Managers frowned at them, then began to talk.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," Monsieur Andre began, "We are to perform this Don Juan. Miss Daae will be playing Amnita, the Lead…"

Carlotta huffed, "Christine Daae! She doesn't 'ave 'zi voice!" Pinagi nodded at her words but Madame Giry and all the other glared at her. Monsieur Firmin blew though his nose haughtily and went on.

"We begin rehearsals immediately. Madame Giry, Monsieur Reyer, We shall leave you to your work." He and Andre inclined their heads in a half bow, and left the auditorium. Madame Giry swept into action. She banged her cane, and began ordering the Ballet Girls into line. Christine and Meg sighed in unison and Meg tightened her shoes. Christine gave Meg a slight hug then went to Monsieur Reyer's side. Soon rehearsals were well underway, and went soundly, apart from the odd moment when Carlotta had a slight fit. She was kept silent once Madame Giry had reminded her of the Phantom's words. Even Carlotta daren't question that. Then all too soon, the first rehearsals were over and Christine and Meg went to the Ballet Dormitories. It was getting later, so they both bid each other goodnight, and dressed for bed.

Christine waited till she could hear Meg and the other's snuffles. She gingerly crept out of her bed, and opened her clothes chest. She took out her silver necklace and went back to her bed. Christine laid the necklace against her throat, but didn't put it on. She closed her eye and let the silver coolness set her busy mind to rest. She stroked it absent-mindedly, thinking about her Angel's, Erik's mask and how similar they were. It was like she had been sent to find him. Her eyes snapped open. He was her mission, he was the reason she had become a Futori. She grasped the mask in her fist, and sat up.

A sudden jolt descended on Christine. She felt a lot more solid, well, more there than she had done. On her trips to Paris, it had felt as if they were dreams. Now, she felt as if she was awake, truly awake and living in Paris. She had made the transition between the worlds. She was now living permanently in 1870's Paris. She smiled in the darkness, but then she laid back down, still holding the necklace. She closed her eyes, and this time sleep came quickly.

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