Hello everyone! Thank you for all the great reviews! I know that you guys are dying to find out what happens so I'll just leave you guys to it! Chapter Seven:

A Note

Christine woke up the next day with apprehension. She was regretting that she had agreed with Erik to go out that night. She had a pillow wrapped around her arms and what had woken her up was the sun's rays coming in through the curtains. She loved waking up with the dawnShe stretched out on her bed and pulled the sheets away from her. The white lacy curtains billowed slightly, catching the warm wind.

Sighing, she got up from bed and went to the kitchen to start making her coffee. She placed the coffee in the machine and left the kitchen to make her bed.

She made her queen sized bed –the only thing she brought from Madame Giry's house, her own bed, not to mention the sheets, pillows and pillowcases.

Everything in her room was white, including the digital clock that now blinked seven. She had to wash her hair, it was frizzy because of the rain the other night.

When she finished making the bed, she went back to the kitchen and finished making the coffee. When she was done with that, she went to the living room and turned on the television.

She put her legs close to her on the couch and flipped through the channels. She stopped at MTV, it had been a while since she listened to the radio or watched anything to do with music.

She was all about UCLA. She was so tired of it. Her mind was consumed with college. If college were a food, she'd be about two hundred pounds.

Christine sighed and looked at the music videos. It was all men rapping and degrading women on television. She groaned in disgust. How could people consider that music, she wondered.

There was a reason she didn't listen to the radio, she realized. That music polluted the air waves. All she would listen to was her father's favorite composer, Mozart.

She stood up and continued drinking her coffee as she made her way to the kitchen to eat breakfast.

She made toast and in the end when she finished drinking her coffee, she helped the toast down with orange juice.

It was the first real breakfast she had in days.

Next to her couch was a bag full of her college books. She took some out with her notes and began to study. She could scarcely hear the television and glanced at the clock over the television, knowing that her shift started at ten.

She started reading her notes, making sure that she understood everything. She studied for hours and at around eight thirty stopped because she was distracted by the television.

They were talking about Erik.

The volume was so low that she had to turn it up. She got up quickly, making the book on her lap fall to the floor in a heap. She reached for the control and turned the volume up.

They were talking about his new CD My Juliet and how it went platinum in its first three weeks. They said that it was his first single with the name of the album that had made his career.

Now they were expecting a new album to come out with it's first single unknown.

Christine bit her bottom lip. He was so famous, how did he become so famous? And his face, how was it so perfect? How did he do all of that in three years?

She was plagued with those questions all night. She had refused to get a ride from him to her apartment, but he insisted. He swore he wouldn't try anything and he didn't.

He didn't try a thing. In fact they didn't talk at all. He dropped her off and when she opened her apartment door, she saw him speed off.

Since when can he drive? How did he get so much money? Where did he get the car? Christine shook her head. There were just too many questions.

He must be pretty proud of himself, Christine thought. All the people on MTV would do was praise him.

Why hadn't she heard of him? He had to have been out for a while for so many people to like him and his CD to go platinum.

How did he do it all? And his face…

His face that at one time haunted her -that had haunted him all his life. It was perfect, flawless, he was so handsome.

He had to have a very big girl fan club out there somewhere. And to think that this was the same man that lived in the catacombs beneath a high school auditorium.

Christine continued watching as a music video of My Juliet played. It was nothing out of the ordinary, it was just a music video.

Then why was it that she couldn't stop staring at it?

Christine shook her head. She had to be strong. How many girls would pay her a lot of money to be in her shoes that night at dinner?

Christine sighed. "I really need to stop this," she whispered.

She turned off the television and closed her books, determined that she would get her mind off of him at all costs.

She quickly showered and changed for work. She placed her hair in a bun and didn't bother with make-up.

She grabbed a Special K bar and cleaned up the apartment as best as she could and began to get ready to leave when she heard a knock on the door.

Christine didn't have to think twice and opened it, finding Señora Fernandez at the door. Señora Fernandez was a short Mexican woman that lived next to her. Christine liked her at times.

And those were the times that she wasn't in her business.

This wasn't such a time.

"Señora," Christine greeted warmly. "Good morning."

"I heard fighting the other night." She had a high tone of voice and it almost squeaked. Her Spanish accent was thick and she at times was hard to understand.

Well, at least she cut to the chase, Christine thought. "Don't worry Señora, it won't happen again."

"You and your boyfriend have a fight?"

Christine stepped out of her apartment and put the key to the door. "Sorry, señora, I have to go. I'm late for work." She was lying, she was actually twenty minutes early. "Sorry."

The small woman sighed. "Here, Christine. I found this at the door." She handed her a small letter.

She wouldn't past the old woman to open it. "Thank you," she said snatching it. "I really appreciate it."

The woman grumbled away as Christine walked down the small hall to the stairs.

She looked at the letter with curiosity. But when she saw her name written on the front, she immediately recognized the handwriting.

She opened the letter. At least there was no red wax skull. She took out the letter and read it over.

"Christine,

I sincerely hope that you have not changed your mind about tonight. I look forward to seeing you again. Dinner will be at seven at Deep, I advise you to dress to impress, as it is an upscale restaurant I think you will enjoy. I know that me driving you will make you uncomfortable so I recommend you make plans with someone to take you. Hope to see you tonight.

Erik."

Christine sighed with relief. No A.G. There was nothing there that made her think about their past. Nothing.

It was as if it never happened.

She stopped and put her back against the wall, closing her eyes. She wasn't aware that she was crumpling the letter in her hand.

Somehow, she knew she was going to regret agreeing to dinner.

I love reveiews! Thank you so much for them! I know, I know, no dinner as of yet, next chapter, I swear! Things are getting very interesting so far. Here are some review responses!
DaydreamingTrutle- Christine doesn't stay mad at him, that I promise you.
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OKAY THIS IS FOR EVERYONE TO READ! La Romantique Perdue says Intriuging so far- though I don't see the rock star thing" . That was what I was afraid of. That is why I gave a warning in my previous story. This story is entirely new and has new elements that I have never explored before with Phantom of the Opera so some of you may like it, some of you won't. If no one likes it then that's fine, if you guys do like it, that's fine too but I will contniue to update as soon as I can. Thank you La Rromantique Perdue for your review!
Okay, I have some bad news. This week I rented an apartment on the beach for a week, which means no computer whcih means no updates. The good news is i won't leave until Friday or Saturday, which lets me post at least two more chapters (the chapters of the dinner) this weeks. That is depending on how many reviews I receive. Thank you all for the reviews so far and I am looking forward to readign them!
BTW, any information any of you can give me on the Persian is well appreciated. (forgive my ignorance. I began to read the Phantom of the Opera but never finished.) Thank you all again! Don't forget to review!