If anyone is wondering which Phantom of the Opera they will be singin, it's the Nightwish version, since Erik sings rock. If you don't know that version then put in whichever one you prefer. Okay, it's not much of a confession seeing as it isn't a big deal or anything, I just couldn't find the right word. Here's chapter nineteen:

Meg's Confession

Christine found out that it was easier said than done. Meg was still there which meant that Christine had to spend time with her. Now that it was June she had finals coming up and Faust.

Meg and Christine would talk all the time, every chance that Christine got, they would hang out. Meg could only stay for a week, so after her birthday they only had four days.

Christine spent her spare time with Meg in her hotel, talking non-stop until Christine had to go back to her home. One day, Meg brought her wedding up.

"Three more months!" she had squealed.

Christine laughed. "Where will the wedding be?"

"At the Plaza hotel, darling," Meg said with obvious glee. "Philippe has reserved it for months. Everyone is going to be there! Of course you will be there, right?"

Christine nodded. "Of course."

"Good, I will send you your ticket and you'll come and we'll have a bachelorette party," she laughed mischievously. "Then we'll go to Victoria's Secret and buy things for the honeymoon. Not to mention all the strawberries and chocolate and champagne for the night." Meg smiled wickedly. "Not that we needed that stuff the first night-"

Christine had choked on the coke she had been drinking. "Meg!"

Meg's green eyes widened. "Christine, you must not tell my mom! She would be so ashamed of me for not waiting until I was married!"

"But you two live together, she's not stupid, she'll know that."

Meg looked worried. "Mom thinks I live in Brooklyn by myself going to NYU."

"Still?" Christine asked worried. "You didn't tell her you dropped out?"

"She can't know," Meg told her. "Promise me you won't tell her."

Christine sighed, she hated lying, especially to Madame Giry. "Okay, I won't tell her."

Meg visibly relaxed then she smiled. "I wouldn't have been with Philippe unless I was sure that he loved me."

"How did you know?"

Meg smiled. "How didn't I know? He's so sweet to me and when he asked me if I wanted to be with him, I accepted. He was so sweet and gentle-"

"Don't need the details, thank you," Christine told her.

Meg laughed.

"You do love him." It wasn't a question, it was a statement Christine could see it in her eyes how much she cared for him.

Meg nodded and smiled. "There's no words to describe it. You have no idea what it's like. To bare out your soul and have someone there to take it. To love so openly and know that he'll return the favor. It was as if I were broken and he was there to pick up the pieces and put me back together."

Christine took her friend's hand. "I'm extremely happy for you." Then she smiled. "You know the problem won't be not telling your mother, it'll be picking out the color of your wedding dress, since obviously white is out of the question."

Meg laughed and threw a pillow at her. "Speaking of the de Chagnys, I went to Raoul's office this morning."

Christine stopped what she was doing. Which was eating pizza out of the box. Christine swallowed hard. "How is he?"

"Consumed by work, we only spoke for like five minutes and that was on his way from the office to the chopper."

Christine just nodded.

"He's a mess, Christine, he really misses you."

Christine walked to the kitchen and poured herself more coke. "He told you that?"

"He doesn't need to tell me, Christine," Meg told her standing and walking to the kitchen also. "I saw it in his eyes. They were, I don't know, dead."

Christine shrugged. "They've been like that since we moved here. I don't know why he followed me to LA."

"He wanted to be close to you, Christine," she said to her smiling. "That's why he took that job."

"Yeah, well," Christine said taking her coke. "He should have thought of that before he broke up with me."

"Will you ever give him another chance?"

Christine didn't answer her, she didn't know how. So Meg, in turn, dropped the subject.

They didn't bring up the subject of Raoul until Meg was about to get on the plane. As she hugged her, Meg whispered, "Send Raoul my regards."

Christine nodded and Meg left back to New York.

Christine left LAX in her small Jetta. Christine finally asked Erik about the car and he told her that it would be in the parking lot the next morning. When Christine woke up the following morning she found the keys to her car on the doorknob with a string attached like a little bow.

When she saw the Jetta in the parking lot she was over come with joy. She didn't have to take the bus anymore. Once she got in, it ran better than ever.

I have to remember to thank Erik for that, Christine thought.

With Faust only a couple of days away, there were rehearsals almost every day. Saturday was no exception, Christine had to use one of her vacation days in order to attend.

She arrived, late as always, but no one was likely to miss the understudy.

Boy, was she wrong.

"Where have you been?"

Christine had only just walked in when her teacher, Professor Barc started giving her the third degree.

Christine started to speak but he started speaking quickly in French ending with, "Go put your stuff away so we can begin."

Christine didn't hesitate, she ran backstage and upon seeing Dustin she asked him what was going on.

"I have been calling you all day, where have you been?"

Christine left her bag on the floor next to a dressing room. "My phone ran out of batteries, I forgot I left it charging."

Dustin shook his head but smiled. "You're the new Margarita."

Christine looked at him confused. "What?"

Dustin smiled. "Maria got sick. She can't talk and now since the production is only a couple of days away, you'll be the new Margarita."

Christine couldn't believe it. "No."

Dustin nodded, confirming. "She got sick and now they want you to play Margarita. Congrats." Dustin gave her a kiss on the cheek.

Some people patted her on the back, as if Maria getting sick was heaven-sent.

Christine couldn't help but smile. She was going to get to do what she loved. She was in the limelight again!

As Dustin ushered her onstage, Christine asked, "What did Maria get?"

Dustin shrugged. "Something about an allergy attack."

Allergy attack? Christine could only blink. "Oh, shit."

Dun dun dun! Is Erik back to his evil ways? Stay tuned to find out! Chapter Twenty: Maria
--I have got to stop acting like one of those 50's sitcom shows--