I just love your reviews! So I am speeding up with all the updates as fast asI possibly can! So here is another filler chapter. It's kind of long but its necessary. After all, all work and no play can make a very dull person. So here is Chapter Sixteen:

LA's Nightlife

Meg had said made all worry and all topic of what they were talking about melt away.

They dressed and left the apartment, getting into Meg's rented BMW.

It was as if everyone around her were rich and making money and Christine was left behind. And Christine hated it. Even what Meg was wearing seemed to mock her.

She wore a slinky black short skirt with a pink butterfly shirt whereas Christine wore jeans and a white halter top with sneakers.

She shrugged it off and followed Meg into the car. Meg seemed to know more that she did when it came to all the right clubs and such. She said it was because she watched too much Travel Channel.

They arrived and after Meg said she was hungry for about the twentieth time, she pulled over the rental into a parking lot and they began to walk, looking for a restaurant.

Meg found a small quaint one with bikers.

Christine tugged on her arm before Meg walked in. "Are you sure abut this place?"

Meg nodded. "Yeah, look," she pointed at a sign next to the door. "Karaoke night. I want to make fun of people."

Christine rolled her eyes and went in the bar, stepping around the people around her. There was a man on a stage singing out of tune and trying to dance at the same. The music was loud but the crowd was louder. They got to the bar where Meg ordered two beers and two burgers.

The man grunted but left to fill put the order.

Christine pulled on her arm. "I'm underage."

Meg shrugged. "They don't care. Why should we?"

Christine shook her head.

When the beers came, Meg said over the music, "Here's to a long life, prosperity and your twenty-first birthday."

Christine smiled and clicked her bottle against Meg's. "Cheers."

When they finished drinking, the man finished his song, and was received with a warm round of applause and a lot of pats in the back from the people in the audience.

Christine grimaced from the drink in her hand. No wonder Nadir didn't drink.

Meg laughed when she saw her face. "Oh Christine. You need to loosen up."

She looked around her the got off the bar stool she was sitting on. "I'll be back." And she took off like she had a rocket strapped to her back. Christine sighed and took another drink. Maybe she was being uptight.

As another person made their way on the makeshift stage, she was greeted with whistles from the men in the audience.

"Okay, guys," the familiar voice said. "Calm down."

Christine almost spit her drink out of her mouth. She turned to the stage, to find Meg bathed in blue light and a microphone in her hands.

Christine really hoped that she wasn't going to do her Elvis impression.

"All right, boys, don't get too excited I won't be singing."

Christine laughed as a lot of the guys gave out disappointing groans.

"I am here to pass the mike to someone who truly deserves it." Meg looked at Christine right at her eyes, making Christine shake her head.

Meg nodded her's. "I am going to introduce you all to a true diva."

Some men whistled and the whole audience began to cheer.

"No, Meg, no," Christine said in a futile attempt.

Meg got off the stage and started walking to her. The audience parted giving her the space she needed in order to walk. "This woman was the Prima Donna of our small home town. Her voice can make Angel's cry and grown men fall on their knees." She stopped and looked around. "Hey, I'm not the one that said it. I am quoting the scout that picked her to go to UCLA."

Christine laughed to herself.

"She has stolen men's hearts and pretty soon, I'm sure she'll steal yours too."

Everyone laughed at Meg's joke. Meg continued forward. "So here she is, the diva, the goddess of song, the personification of perfection, Christine Daaé!"

The bar was up in a ruckus. Everyone was rambunctious and they clapped and whistled to no end, making Christine blush furiously.

Meg handed her the cordless microphone and the sultry music began to pour from the speakers. Upon recognizing the song the bar got even louder.

"You exaggerated," Christine told her.

Meg shrugged. "It never hurt to make things spicier. Besides it's your favorite song."

Christine rolled her eyes. "Liar."

Meg smiled in delight and Christine put the microphone to her lips. "You keep saying you got something for me."

The crowd seemed to like this because they were as rowdy as ever.She walked to the stage loving the feeling she was getting from the audience. She continued down the crowd, walking seductively. "And now someone else is getting all your best."

Some guys helped her on to the stage.

"These boots were made for walking and that's just what they'll do. One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you."

Everyone cheered and sang along. She mad missed being on stage. She craved for the limelight again. "You keep samin' when you oughta be a'changin', What's right is right but you ain't been right yet."

Christine looked at the crowd and saw that they were almost all dancing and laughing. Christine looked at Meg and saw that she was cheering for her very loudly. Looking over at the bar, she saw that there was a small door that led to the kitchen. In the doorway she could see the bartender talking with a man dressed in black. They shook hands but Christine turned her head quickly. The manager was probably deep in debt or something. She didn't thank anything of it.

"And you keep thinking that you'll never get burnt, hah.

Well, I've just found me a brand new box of matches, yeah."

Women in the crowd cheered making Christine laugh. "And what he knows you ain't had time to learn."

People cheered as she started dancing on the stage. She loved the attention and the way the crowd got when she sang again. "These boots are made for walking and that's just what they'll do, one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you." She pointed at one of the guys in the audience. He whistled to her and she turned. "Are you ready boots? Start walkin'." She started to dance making everyone cheer and applaud. The song over, Christine smiled. "Thank you."

When she was off the stage, everyone congratulated her on a job well done.

Meg laughed when Christine hugged her. "That was fun."

The bartender came with their burgers and more drink for the girls. "On the house."

Meg and Christine smiled at each other. "Thanks."

They ate their dinner and when they were done, Meg slapped a twenty dollar bill on the bar under the empty bottles. "The night is young," she said linking their arms together.

Once again, Meg knew exactly where to go. She took her to a club named Osiris where the music was heard outside in the line. Once inside, the music and lights blasted Christine away.

She had never been in a club before. Raoul didn't like them because they were full of people and was too loud.

But Christine was intrigued by it all. She loved it.

"This place is nice," Meg said almost screaming in her ear.

Christine nodded.

"Ever been to a place like this?"

Christine shook her head.

Meg walked forward to the dance floor, Christine closed behind. Once in the middle of thrashing bodies, Meg started to dance.

"Meg!" Christine called. "Is that all that we're going to do? Dance?"

Meg nodded. "Yeah! Come on. Dance with me."

Christine shook her head. "I can't dance."

Meg looked at Christine quizzically. "Come on, everyone can dance." Meg turned her around. "Just move your hips like me. That's it. Come, just loose yourself in the music. Yeah, that's it. Whoo!"

Christine let the beat take her away and danced. All her worries seemed far away. The bodies around her thrashed around and bumped into her, but she didn't care. She could feel the sweat drip down her back and form on her forehead. Her jeans began to stick to her legs and her hair started to come loose from the clip in place.

The house lights died down as another song began, leaving only the laser and strobe lights on. Christine turned to find Meg dancing with a guy with a dark colored polo.

Many danced with her, guys and girls and she had enjoyed it because for the first time in a long time she was having fun.

Placing her hands high above her, she moved sinuously to song. Suddenly, large hands held her own and she felt a body against her. She didn't care, she had danced with so many people that she had grown used to it.

His body pressed against her and she felt one of his hands moved down her arm and stay at her stomach. He pulled her closer, harshly almost possessively, making Christine gasp slightly.

She put her free hand around his neck as he led the other one to his face.

She hadn't been touched like that in years, not since Don Juan Triumphant. His hands traveled down her sides, then up her torso, stopping at her neck.

She closed her eyes and swayed in sweet ecstasy. They danced close together for long minutes, his chest against her back. His hands traveling up and down her body and her own high above her head but at once it abruptly changed.

Starting with his lips lightly meeting her neck. Her eyes opened and she grew stiff, not liking the way this was going. She tried to turn but found she couldn't because at that same moment a man said over the speakers, "Everybody welcome Abstract!"

Five guys took the stage and the people dancing began to run to the stage, making Christine almost fall forward. The man took that moment to leave her and ran away past the pushing, desperate people.

Christine tried to see who it was but was only met with people trying to push her out of the way. She watched at a guy ina baseball cap made his way to the exit.

Christine tried looking for Meg and found her in the middle of the crowd trying to do the same as Christine. She pushed people out of the way and when she reached Christine, she looked at her as if she were crazy.

"Who was that guy?"

"What guy?" Christine asked.

"The one you were dancing with."

"I don't know."

"Ooh, Christine," Meg said giggling. "This is a side of you I've never seen. You two looked hot together."

Christine laughed sarcastically. "I rather be hot at home. Come on, let's go."

Meg sighed. "Fine, if you insist."

So who was the guy? I'll leave that one to your imagination. As a special treat i will update the next chapter.
Chapter Seventeen: Happy Birthday