Chapter 2

I opened my eyes, but my surroundings were not my living room. My TV wasn't in front of me, I didn't see Mary, but maybe that was because I couldn't see.

It was pitch black.

I knew my eyes were open because I felt my eyes opening and shutting.

OH MY GOD I'VE GONE BLIND!

I began to stand up, but hit my head on something hard and collapsed back into the heap of what felt like fabric. I was crying now… I was never going to be able to see again! I got frustrated with my horrible new handicap and began kicking, and throwing myself around.

My foot made contact with something hard, and I kicked it again.

The light that came into contact with my very dilated pupils could have really blinded me.

A closet. I've been in a closet!

I was laying in dresses, elaborate costumes. Gorgeous silks and materials I had never seen before. I was just laying there on these beautiful garments, wrinkling them, and ruining them with my salty tears.

I stood up, and carefully glancing out of my tiny prison to be sure no one was around, I immediately recognized where I was. It was impossible, it must be a dream. So when in a dream, do what you want!

I looked around, glancing at sets and thinking, "I've never had a dream this detailed before…. Oh well, I'm loving' it!"

I walked around a corner and was immediately thrown into shock by the chorus of "Masquerade" being sung by what seemed hundreds! The volume of it blew me away, and I was literally flung into a wall by the voices.

This has never happened to me in a dream before; I've never felt this…. No… no, I'm not really here… that's impossible! That throws off every scientific fact I've ever learned! It's just not possible! Wait…. Maybe if I hurt myself, I would wake up.

I eyed the stone wall that I had just been thrown against. Taking long strides back I looked at it, convincing myself it was the only way I would know if I was going insane or I was really where I longed to be. (Cliché I know)

Two seconds later, the throbbing in my head told me that I was really here.

But just to make sure…

I didn't collide with the wall; instead I collided with a body.

Now the aching in my head and my butt told me I was really in my favorite story of all time, and I had just run into someone.

With my head down I began rambling my apologies, "Oh excuse me, I'm so clumsy." I felt my face growing hot with an increasing blush and didn't dare look up. I was already in my 21st century PJs, and I had succeeded in knocking some random person down.

I noticed to my right I had also knocked papers from this person's hand, and I felt a cold stare boring into the back of my head as I was down on my hands and knees picking up—music sheets?

I felt my blush leave my face, and my body went numb with cold, I closed my eyes and looked for the last piece of paper that was face down.

Don Juan Triumphant.

"You stupid girl, that is mine!" He said, snatching up the pieces of paper I had so carefully picked up.

I didn't even look up, I knew who it was. I didn't trust my mind to be able to control my body if I saw him. Then remembering how I was dressed, I quickly crawled on my hands and knees to the side of the hallway and assumed the fetal position.

I only dared look up when I knew his back was to me. But I didn't see him anywhere…

Silly Erik, you are such a good opera ghost!

I looked down at what I was wearing, plaid PJ bottoms and a white tank top. Oh goodness, no wonder he got away from me so quickly, he probably thinks I'm some sort of mad person escaped from the loony bin!

I looked back at the closet I had so miraculously appeared in only minutes earlier, and decided when in Rome…