Hey guys! How are you? Yea, I'm really excited because this guy that is like an amazing voice teacher agreed to let me take lessons from him. He said that he was really impressed with my voice and that he was going to ask me! I'm so excited… that kind of sounded bragish… That's not how I meant it… I swear. But any way, here's the new chapter.

"You, Miss Layla, will be staying in room 66. And you," he said looking at Summer, "will be in room 231."

"231? That's way far away from Layla! I can't be so far away! I don't even speak French!"

"Well, if you would like, I could not take either one of you and put you on a plane back to that dreadful place you call America."

"Thank you sir." I said as I picked up my things and walked into the room. We went into Summer's room first. It was nice. Small but nice. It had a small mirror on one side and a twin sized bed on the other. Nothing elaborate. Just a plain room.

"This is nice." Summer said looking around. "Of course in a week there will be several holes and pictures in these walls, of Orlando Bloom, Johnny Depp, Hugh Jackson…." Her voice sort of just kept going on and on so I just ignored her telling me about all the men that would soon be on her walls. Amazing how she can come to such a beautiful historical place and only worry about her room. I decided to drop my stuff of in my room and go explore. Not for any underground lakes or anything…;)

I turned the key in the lock and walked in. I dragged my stuff in and looked around. A quick intake of breath came from my mouth. The room was huge! Much bigger than Summer's. There was a mirror attached to the wall that took up the whole wall. The bed was huge and had beautiful pillows and a feather comforter on it. I collapsed onto it and looked at the beautiful Persian rug that lay at my feet. It was beautiful; it had so many different colors and patterns! I could never let Summer see this room, she would die, and die very jealous…

"Layla? Are you in here? Why did you- what the heck? How did you get such a good room and I got stuck with some stupid small one?"

"I guess it was the only one they had available." I said trying to make her feel better.

"It's so far away from every one else's. I wonder if this is where you'll find your opera ghost." She said making fun of me.

"Even if I do find him, you won't believe me."

"That's right. I just came on this trip for the sights." Why do I associate with such bratty people?

"Umm… okay… Are you against my singing too; Or how about my acting? Are you against that?"

"I really don't need to deal with this. I'm going to go practice in my room now." She said as she walked out the door. I just watched her leave while shaking my head. That girl is so… no words can describe her.

6 Months later

"Please start from the beginning again, Miss."

"Yes sir." I had been practicing the same song for about twenty minutes and had been screwing up the whole time. This song reminded me a lot of Shane and I was just thinking about him and not concentrating on the work ahead of me. I looked up at the director as he started the piano again. My entrance came… and left. I didn't start.

"Miss Layla… that was your entrance…"

"I'm sorry sir. I'm very tired tonight. I think I'm done." I said as I left the stage and went down the darkened, lonely hallway to my room.

My room was dark, just how I'd left it, except for one thing… I thought I'd seen a slight glow coming from the mirror. That was ridiculous. Then I remembered the whole reason I'd come to this place. I was very interested in it all of a sudden. I left the light off. I silently crossed the room to the mirror. I guess it made no difference if the mirror was two, but I still didn't want to risk it. Maybe he couldn't see me if the lights were all off. I stepped towards the mirror and began searching for a crease of some sort. Suddenly I heard a low rumbling sound. Then the most beautiful thing I'd ever heard.

"Why do you mourn child? What is it you fear? Who do you love?"I looked to the ceiling where I heard the voice coming from.

"I fear no one, I love some one dead, and I mourn for them that have gone astray." Wow suddenly I was talking in an odd language, like old English…

"Come with me to a place where you neither morn, nor love." Strangely enough, I was being pulled towards the mirror. I went willingly enough to it, though. I stopped in front of it when I saw something that truly horrified me.

Cliff hanger!