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"Christine…wake up…" A soft voice called to her.

She felt someone softly kiss her cheek. Christine opened her eyes to see Erik smiling down at her, the sun shining behind him.

"You look like an angel…" she mumbled sleepily.

"So do you…especially when you sleep…"

They were at the park, spread out on Christine's "I Love Lucy" blanket looking up at the clouds. She had fallen asleep as Erik had sung part of Marriage of Figaro to her.

They had discovered that they shared a love of punk rock and classical music. Rock for how they lived, Opera for the passion that they both had for that life.

Erik's boom box was now playing Christine's downloaded Marriage of Figaro CD.

"How long was I asleep?"

"Not long."

Christine yawned and sat up.

"I want you to hear something."

She searched for her CD case, found it, and pulled out her copied version of Amadeus, disc two. She switched the CD's and put Amadeus in, skipping to number five.

Christine fell back on the blanket as Mozart's Zaide came on.

"It's beautiful," Erik said, lying next to her.

Christine softly sang Mozart's beautiful lyrics as she laid her head on Erik's chest.

'This is heaven,' she thought, closing her eyes.

Erik watched the clouds roll by and ran his fingers through Christine's hair as he listened to her sing.

'This is heaven,' he thought, also closing his eyes.

The song ended and Christine kissed his unmasked cheek. Erik opened his eyes and laughed.

"Now you almost put me to sleep!"

Christine laughed and started to tickle him.

"You aren't ticklish, are you?" she asked playfully.

"Of course not!" he said in a mock serious tone.

Christine narrowed her eyes.

"Well then, you won't mind if I lightly run my fingers over your armpits!"

She attempted to make him laugh, but he kept a straight face.

"Not there?" she asked "Maybe…your stomach!"

Again, she started tickling him, but to no avail.

Erik smirked at her.

"I'll never crack…"

She raised her eyebrows, not being able to give up a challenge.

"Huh, not there, well what about…your feet!"

Erik shot up.

"No!" he said, drawing his feet towards him, hugging them to his chest.

Christine smiled mischievously at him.

"Oh really? Not ticklish? I doubt that…"

Erik started to get up, looking warily at her.

"No…it's not that…I just…"

Christine crawled towards him.

"Then prove it!"

Erik whimpered slightly and reluctantly took off his shoes.

Christine grabbed his foot and had barely touched the bottom of it when Erik gave a high pitched squeal.

Christine looked up at him stunned and collapsed in to a fit of giggles.

"You squealed!" she said, in between laughs.

Erik narrowed his grey eyes.

"Okay!" he yelled in frustration, "I'm really ticklish on my feet! Happy!"

"Yes!" Christine said, still laughing hysterically.

"Well, I bet you're ticklish too!" he said, pinning her to the ground.

Christine struggled to get up, but failed miserably, weak from laughing so much.

"No fair!" she cried, wriggling around, "I'm not as strong as you are!"

Erik smirked at her again.

"Too bad!"

He then proceeded to tickle her until she literally couldn't breathe.

"Please stop!" she said, panting, "I really don't want to be remembered as the only person who died during a tickle fight!"

He let her go and laughed as she attempted to sit up, but collapsed again.

Christine stuck her tongue out at him and smiled as she saw him gazing intently at her.

"What is it?" she asked, stroking the unmasked side of his face.

He placed his hand over hers and kissed her deeply.

Christine eagerly returned his affections, but remembered the fact that they were in a park and pulled away.

"Down boy!" she said in a playful tone, "There are small children around..."

Erik looked at her seriously.

"You sing beautifully."

Christine rolled her eyes.

"No seriously!" he insisted.

Christine sighed and said, "Thank you."

Erik looked away from her and watched the previously mentioned children playing on a small wooden playground. He sighed and looked back at her.

"I wish I had memories of doing that when I was little…"

Christine looked at him puzzled.

"What? Playing on a playground?"

He nodded.

"You never got to do that!" she said, hardly believing him.

"I was home schooled by my father till I was in 8th grade, and he never let me go to parks or anything like that."

"Oh…" Christine said nodding sadly, "no recess in middle school."

"Yeah…" he looked away again, "I hated middle school…"

"UGH! So did I!" Christine said in disgust, "My friends from elementary school totally ditched me in 6th grade. They just stopped talking to me for no reason. Then the one friend I did make moved away!"

"Yeah…by the time I came everyone already had their group of friends. I was pretty much the epitome of a loner."

Christine ran her fingers through his unruly brown hair.

"If only we had met earlier…"

Erik grabbed her hand and kissed it.

"Well, we do have right now."

During their conversation, the sky had grown darker. Christine noticed this and sighed.

"Well, I have to go, my mom will already be mad at me for being late…"

She stood up to go and gathered her stuff. As she made her way to the parking lot, Erik grabbed her hand.

"I'd like to ask you something."

Christine turned to face him.

"What?"

"I know this might sound weird, but I was wondering if you would sing for Mask and Black Rose."

"Why? That's your job…"

"Well, it was, and still sort of is, but on of the other members has to quit so I'll need to take his place. Since you sing so well, I thought you'd like to do it."

Christine jumped up and down excitedly.

"Of course!"

She gave him a quick kiss and started walking to her car when she turned again and looked at the playground. All the children had left because their mommies had called them home.

"Erik…"

"What?"

He noticed what she was looking at and a smiled crossed his face. They looked at each other for a moment and nodded.

"Last one there is gonna get punjabbed!" Christine yelled.

I was going to put the lyrics of Mozart's Zaide in the chapter, but I couldn't find them! If you are like Leroux's Christine and curiosity is what drives you, it is on the soundtrack of the movie Amadeus, second disc. It really is beautiful. Please review! Love and Peace! Kupo!