Okay really feeling the need to write chapters here lol!

I don't own the Phantom of the Opera in any of its forms.

Chapter 5

"Little lotte, let her mind wander" Rebecca was on stage acting as Christine, she could hardly believe it and here she was. Forcing her self back onto the task at hand he smiled at the man that was playing Raoul, his wavy blond hair and fair skin made him seem delicate, but his physique told another story, about a head taller than her and seemed to enjoy swimming very much she joked silently to her self. Most of the girls were caught between who they liked the most, Matt or Ben. Rebecca had to admit that her co-star was quite attractive, but she was still drawn to Matt who seemed to sometimes be playacting his Goth like nature, was more attractive to her.

After speaking her few lines with Raoul she waited for the light dim as her cue to get up. She went towards the unfinished stage door when Matt's voice stopped her, she stood not play acting the amazement that she felt from his voice. Just as she was about to respond the director called everyone to attention, "Well it looks as though we are out of time. Please actors get out of costumes gently this time, we don't need another ripped jacket" he said quite sternly towards the student that was playing Andre. The room began its closing actions, set painters cleaned brushes, actors moved towards the various dressing rooms and others started to clean up the stage. Sarah walked quickly onto the stage towards Rebecca beaming proudly giving her friend a hug.

"Oh Rebecca I am so happy to see you as Christine! There are many other cast members that agree so we are all hoping that Laura will not come back, or that Mr. Ronald will just give you the role!" She exclaimed happily, her large skirts probably the only thing stopping her from jumping around the stage. Jeff came up placing a hand on both their shoulders smiling very proudly at Sarah's last words.

"I know I agree! Now I don't mean to rush you Sarah but the movie is going to be starting in an hour" Sarah gasped slightly and pulled her skirts up so as to make it easier to move around.

"Oh that's right! I should go get changed then" she said huffing slightly at the weight of the outfit, Rebecca was quite happy that they were going out though. When Sarah had come into her room the other night to tell her that they were dating she had merely stated that she had been counting down the days. This was their first date and she knew that her friend would have to get ready.

"Well them Jeff I am sure you won't mind if we leave to our dressing rooms then" she said smiling pushing her slightly panicked friend in front of her.

"How do I look?" Questioned Sarah looking in the large mirror that decorated the dressing room, she was dressed in a knee high white skirt and a pale blue tank top that had well placed lace on the shoulder straps and on the bottom.

"Perfect" Rebecca said pulling Sarah's hair loose of the tight bun it had been positioned in for her role. It caused her dark locks to curl perfectly and she smiled at the result. Sarah turned to look at her beaming.

"I am excited, I mean I hope that it goes well and I don't make too much of a fool of myself" Rebecca laughed at this and hugged her friend. Sarah looked at the clock, and began to run around in a panic. "I am going to be late! I hope that you have a wonderful night Rebecca, who knows maybe you'll run into Matt again, you two seem to be talking a lot lately" which was true, since their conversation walking to the Dean's office the had begun to talk often. "Talk to you later!" Said Sarah walking towards the door, she turned back for a moment and smiled "If you need help getting out of your dress I believe Lily is still here, god knows those things are annoying!"

"Bye Sarah, have fun!" Said Rebecca smiling.

Once the door had closed she sat down on the chair looking down at her hands, it was at this moment when she remembered the dream that had been haunting her before, ever since she had gotten the role it had seemed to have disappeared. She recalled the face that the phantom had worn as his own, and laughed a bit recalling the practice make-up that had been done on Matt, he seemed to have loathed every moment of it. Getting up again she stretched her arms back and removed the outer troublesome part of the dress she wore, under near was a light white shift and she turned to grab her cloths. As she picked them up she froze when she heard a voice singing to her, she looked around but there was no one else in the room.

"Who is there?" She questioned timidly, there was no answer but again a voice began to sing softly to her. After listening for a moment she recognized the song, it was from the phantom of the opera! She dropped her clothing and pulled on her dressing robe from one of her costumes, the voice got louder and… Closer it seemed, and that was when she realized that it was coming from the mirror. She moved towards it and listened to the haunting music.

"I am your angel of music"

Rebecca knew the voice, she was not sure from where but she knew that voice. Then it occurred to her, it must be Matt, the man had mentioned that he thought it was a romantic gesture singing through the mirror, though she had countered that it was a bit weird she knew then that it must be him. So she decided to play along.

"Angel I hear you, speak I listen

Stay by my side guide me.

Angel my soul was weak, forgive me.

Enter at last master!"

She smiled and she could almost sense that the voice on the other side did as well.

"Flattering child you shall know me,

See why in shadow I hide.

Look at your face in the mirror, I am there inside!"

So Rebecca looked and was slightly taken aback when indeed she could see her angel in the mirror. He towered over her and covering his face was a white mask, it was not like the one the theater was using; for it covered his entire face. He wore a black period suit though taken most likely from the costume rack, Rebecca smiled, though she had indeed found the mirror scene odd in the phantom of the opera, her own experience with Matt felt more romantic, and she really was falling in love with this game.

"Angel of music guide and guardian, grant to me your glory!

Angel of music hide no longer, come to me strange angel!"

"I am your angel of music,

Come to me: Angel of music!"

She felt his words wrap around her pulling her towards the mirror, the fact that it was solid did not seem to bother her too much, for Matt's even more beautiful voice seemed to snatch away her fears leaving her with a feeling of bliss. In the back of her mind she thought that she heard someone calling her name, but quickly dismissed it.

She took the hand that seemed to have appeared out of no where and came face to face with his cool blue eyes, she could read such a longing within them.

He led her through a dark tunnel and towards a larger room, there seemed to be a stage and seating area hiding out of sight, for dust seemed to cover it. Before she could tell him that she wanted to return, she heard a whisper in her head; "Sing for me." Feeling safe again, she did as the voice told her to and kept singing.

"In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came.

That voice which calls to me and speaks my name.

And do I dream again, for now I find,

The Phantom of the Opera is there; inside my mind."

She stopped and waited for her counter part to take up the next verse taking her deeper into the heart of the unknown.

"Sing once again with me, our strange duet.

My power over you, grows stronger yet.

And though you turn from me, to glance behind,

The Phantom of the opera is there, inside your mind."

They had walked down, farther than any basement that was known to the owners of the university now. The passageway they now entered was made of a white marble, had carvings of mythical creatures, it seemed whatever light was guiding them would clear the dust only to return it once they were gone. Rebecca was stopped by a hand softly holding her back from falling into a large chasm, it was almost like Matt had taken her to the very core of the earth with his song. She felt the urge to sing again and so kept with her cue.

"Those who have seen your face, draw back in fear

I am the mask you wear…"

"It's me they hear"

When they entered the song together she felt a shiver run down her spine at the haunting quality to it.

"Your spirit and my voice, in one combine!" She sang to counter his part.

"The Phantom of the Opera is there, inside my mind."

He's there the Phantom of the Opera"

She felt his arms on her shoulder guiding her across a thin bridge that covered the space between the two ledges. When they reached the other side, it seemed to Rebecca that the bridge seemed to have disappeared, swallowed up by the darkness. Matt led her towards a wooden door, it opened and revealed a small house that seemed to glow with hidden sunlight. It was well endowed with all sorts of Victorian style furniture that created a living room. He led her singing a soft unknown song to which kept her feeling at peace, there were three closed doors, he opened the one that had a white rose carved onto the front, and then Rebecca felt the shadows take her.

When she woke Rebecca could not remember where she was for a moment, then all the memories came flooding back to her. She was in a room that carried within it a bed which she was resting on, a dusty rose cover laid beneath her. Tracing the wooden frame with her hand she looked towards a mirror that hung on the wall where a dressing table rested comfortably. The wooden walls were a dark red and there were several paintings of places unknown to her hanging on them, a closet was the only other piece of furniture in this room. She realized at that moment that there was a window that was allowing sunlight to enter, she went over and pulled back the curtains but instead of finding clouds and a city there was instead a wall of rock. She dropped the curtains back into place quickly and sat back on the bed to keep her self from falling apart in panic.

She heard music come through the walls of her room, it was not singing, but a…Organ? Rebecca slowly pulled the door open and quietly walked through the carpeted hall, in the living room was the man, Matt, playing the piano. She felt some relief and decided that it was time to end the game, but not without one last performance.

"I remember there was mist.

Swirling mist upon a vast glossy lake,

There were candles all around and on the lake there was a boat,

And in the boat there was a…man."

Though she knew the verse did not quite suit this hidden room that Matt had found she kept going anyways.

"Who was that shape in the shadows?

Whose is the face in the mask?"

She smiled and lifted her hands to his face, feeling for the string that held the mask on his face. "It is late Matt, time for the game to come to an end" she whispered, he seemed to tense up and lifted his hands as if to stop her, but she smiled triumphantly as she pulled the mask off.

But her smile soon vanished and from her voice came no song, buta bonechilling scream.

Wow! Huge chapter there:D Well I have to admit that I wish I could have come up with some other way than just repeating the phantom of the opera song, but you will have to tell me what you think:) Please R&R!