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Something very strange came over Christine. For once, she actually was excited for band practice. Unfortunately, that only comes once a week, so her unrequited love had to deal until Tuesday. This was much easier said than done because it felt like waiting for summer vacation, which is VERY hard to wait for. (Especially to a senior…senioritis is hell…)

Anyway, when Tuesday finally arrived, Christine made sure she looked perfect before heading off to school. As eager as she was to look her best, her Art teacher didn't seem to care as she gave her another tardy.

"Great, one more and I get detention. Again." She muttered to herself.

She sighed as she placed her stuff next to her table and sat down. Christine looked up and received a great shock.

Sitting across from her was the mysterious, piano playing Erik Destler, still in his half mask.

"I didn't know you had this class!" Christine said rather loudly to herself.

Erik looked at her curiously.

"Ummm…I just switched classes?" He offered as an explanation.

"Oh! Okay! Hello, I'm Christine Day, senior and very proud of it!" She said with a winning smile.

Erik raised his eyebrows.

"I'm Erik Destler, also a senior, and you are very enthusiastic for A block."

Christine laughed a little and scratched her head like anime characters (AND SORA!) do.

'Enthusiastic yes, but certainly not for art…'

Mrs. Ritchell, the annoyingly perky art teacher, had finished cheerfully calling role (much to Christine's disgust…) and had begun to instruct the class on a new project they were starting on. Ink wash. Not that hard.

Christine couldn't stop looking at Erik! Occasionally, she would steal a glance at him until she thought it was getting suspicious and looked away. On closer inspection, Erik had dark brown hair that was naturally wavy and messy and fell to his chin. Part of his hair fell gracefully into his stormy grey eyes as he worked on his art project. (Yeah…if I was Christine, I wouldn't be able to stop looking either…)

She desperately tried to start a conversation.

"So…" She said in a hopefully casual voice, "You…play the piano…"

Erik looked at her strangely.

"How did you know that?" He asked her.

'STUPID!' She was yelling to herself in her unique mind.

"Ummm…I'm in Symphonic band…and I heard you at practice…" She said quickly, turning red.

"Oh yeah…practice is today…" He said looking crestfallen, "That the reason I'm not in the school band, I really hate after school practices!"

Christine laughed.

"Yeah, I hate them too…so why did you volunteer to play with the band if you hate the practices?"

Erik sighed and rolled his eyes.

"I play guitar and keyboard for a local band and I was practicing the piano when Hilbert heard me and begged me to help. My father is friends with Hilbert so I couldn't say know," Erik explained.

Christine grimaced.

"UGH! Hilbert is such a prick! Your father is actually friends with him? I thought his only friends were Cook and the Wind Ensemble kids who suck up to all the band teachers…"

"Yep…" Erik said, returning to his art project. He obviously didn't want to talk about Hilbert and his father's bizarre friendship. Christine didn't blame him.

She was eager to keep a conversation going, though.

"So what is your band called? Maybe I've heard of it," She asked.

Erik looked at her and smiled.

"Mask and Black Rose. As you can probably tell, I am reallyobsessed with The Phantom of the Opera," He said, pointing to the mask.

"That is AWESOME! I love Phantom!" She practically screamed, "Why haven't I heard of you all before!"

"We really just started," Erik explained, "Since I'm not in the school band, I enjoy music this way. I really like composing music."

'Wow…' Christine said to herself as she told him "that's cool…"

Mrs. Ritchell announced "clean up time" and all the artistic artists (lol…) put away the art supplies.

"Well, I guess I'll see you at good old band practice," Erik said as they made their way back to the rickety, paint stained table.

Christine flashed another winning smile.

"Okay. See you then," She said, trying to sound cool.

The bell rang and everyone left the art room. Christine was the last to leave because she couldn't contain her excitement.

'OK, I REALLY can't wait for band practice!'

YAY! If anyone was wondering why I changed Christine's appearance, I just wanted to stay away from the stereotypical phan phiction Christine. I did say that this was not your average phic…LOVE AND PEACE! KUPO!