I was checking my stats and was blown away. Over 7,000 Hits and 315 reviews. :) :) :) :) :) Thank you all for you reviews. Even though I don't have the ten reviews,I decided to update anyways. Here is Chapter Thirty:

The Palais Garnier

The Palais Garnier was the most beautiful building Christine had ever seen. It had gold statues at the top with angels on the top corners, the columns were long and white. There were arches over every entrance and statues and sculptures everywhere.

Even inside it was glorious, the ceiling was painted and it seemed to radiate a golden glow. There were small chandeliers and candelabras all over the building. The lobby had a winding staircase with candelabras. Everything was so richly decorated that it made Christine gasp.

While she looked at the architecture around her, Richard the director of the video approached her. "You must be Christine."

Christine nodded.

"I have been hearing the track nonstop since I was hired to direct, you have some talent, young lady."

Christine smiled. "Thank you."

Richard was not at all old. He looked like he was in his mid-thirties and he was awfully kind to her, she had always imagined the people in the business as being pompous like Carlotta. They were the complete opposite, which Christine enjoyed.

"Now, chérie," he draped an arm over her shoulders and walked, Christine following, "this video will be in black and white just like all of Erik's previous videos. It will be sort of a dream sequence, your character's dream where the Phantom comes to her. The dream sequence will be shot tomorrow with Erik, for now we will work on the reality sequence."

Christine nodded.

"According to Erik's notes, the protagonist, which is you, is an opera singer. That is why we are here at the Opera House. We are going to put you into hair and make up and when everything is set up, we will begin."

Christine went to hair and make-up as they did the outside shots of the Opera House. They had taken down all the signs they could that made it seem as if it were in the 1880's when the Opera had first been constructed.

Christine enjoyed going through hair and make up. They had straightened her hair so that it fell dead over her shoulders. When the girl, Antoinette, had asked why her bangs were uneven, Christine smiled sheepishly. Antoinette fixed them, giggling all the while. She put white clips in her hair and gave her a French manicure.

The make up was all white, no eyeliner and glitter. There was pink lip gloss and the earrings resembled the ones she wore to the gala. She only had minimal eye shadow on and her skin seemed to glow. Her pale skin radiated with a sort of glow that made her seem out of this world.

The dress itself was stunning, it was white and it reminded her of wedding dress Erik had made her. There was no corset but the dress had a princess cut with white lace fringes as sleeves that hung below her shoulders, leaving them exposed.

The bottom had layers upon layers of skirts, all of them white. The outer skirt which was the one which everyone would see had embroidered gold stars. The heels were white, but Christine found them pointless because no one would see them.

When she was done, her breath caught when she saw her reflection in the mirror. She looked stunning, beautiful and she never found herself as neither. She looked surreal, unnatural….like an angel.

She knew that was the look they were going for.

She needed help walking out of the trailer because the dress was so big, not to mention that someone needed to hold the train of the dress so it wouldn't get dirty.

When she appeared on the set, she blushed by all the stares she was getting. Then she saw the cameras and found she had butterflies in her stomach, she had never been in front of a camera before.

Richard greeted her by trying to give her a hug but was scolded by Antoinette saying something about messing up the glitter. They were in the hall that overlooked one of the streets.

There were people crowded around, curious to know what was going inside.

The columns next to the windows were huge and the ceiling was painted. The room gave off a gold feeling because the candelabras that were hanging from the ceiling were on.

Christine watched as everyone went to the set and the Antoinette added some finishing touches.

When everything was ready, Richard spoke to Christine. "All right now, all I want you to do is walk to the window and around lip-syncing to the song. The track will be on in the background but you can sing along if you want."

Christine nodded as Antoinette applied lip gloss to her lips.

"Do whatever you want in this room, look sad, make a tear fall, look out the window, admire the painting, anything but I want you to sing."

Christine nodded and Antoinette left.

"Okay, here we go," Richard said. He started barking orders to everyone around him as he sat down then the music started.

Christine smiled, knowing that she would give them her all.

"And Action!"

They had done different shots but played the songs in the background a lot. At one point, she hated it but then she would hear Erik's vocals and like it even better than the time before.

They did different shots in the auditorium itself which Christine found breathtaking. The grand chandelier was so stunning that Christine had to pause to soak in the beauty.

There were different shots onstage and in the audience and even backstage. There was even some in the halls behind backstage around the dressing rooms. The halls were so small that it was only Christine and the camera man.

She ran down the halls just like Richard said, singing all the while.

They took breaks once in a while and Christine couldn't be happier. Lunch was late and she was glad that she had breakfast with Erik in the morning or else she would have been famished. It wasn't until she reached the hotel and made a hot bath that Christine noticed how absolutely exhausted she was.

She massaged her feet and was convinced that she was going to get blisters from the heels she had worn. When she was done with the bath, she dragged herself to bed where she slept the rest of the night.

The ringing telephone was what woke her up the next morning.

She groped for the telephone and put it to her ear. "Hello?"

"Bonjour, mademoiselle Daaé," the voice on the other line said. "It is six in the morning, this is your wake-up call."

Christine nodded groggily. "Yes, thank you." She hung up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

Caffeine, her mind said just as sleepily.

Christine dragged herself to the shower and turned on the water, first letting it rinse over her body to wake her. Then she dressed into comfortable sweater and jeans, putting her hair in a tight bun.

She didn't bother with make-up knowing that it was going to be taken care of that day during the shoot. She grabbed her messenger bag with the key card inside and left the room.

On her way to the elevator she passed a room with someone shouting. She thought nothing of it and continued but turned back when she recognized the voice.

"Damn it to hell, Nadir! I don't care!"

Christine wanted to leave but she felt compelled to listen to the conversation. She looked down the hallway and saw no one coming, she pressed her ear to the door.

"I don't care for what you told me," he said in anger, it sounded as if he were talking to someone on the phone. "I don't care what I had said….You don't understand …Yes I know you helped me but she's here with me."

Christine's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. They couldn't be talking about me, could they?

"Damn it, don't you think I know that!"

Christine jumped back from the door in surprise of Erik's deafening outburst.

"I didn't force her to do anything, she's here of her own free will…What does that have to do with anything?….."

Christine leaned all her weight against the door trying to listen as Erik spoke softly. She could scarcely hear him. "…Don't deny me happiness, Daroga…I have finally found it…"

After a couple of more moments Erik began to yell again, "Damn you, Nadir! Damn it all!"

Christine held her mouth to keep from yelling out as something shattered inside. It was as if he had thrown something against a sliding glass door or something had fallen.

He must have thrown the phone because in the next moment, dark somber notes came from a piano inside. They were powerful and angry and authoritative, he was obviously pissed. The music was so compelling that it felt as if someone had thrown ice water down her back. They were loud and commanding, making Christine's own mood turn solemn.

Christine put her hand on the doorknob to open the door and go to him, she wanted to comfort him. She wanted to let him know that she would be there for him, if he needed her.

She brought her hand back, thinking better of her decision. He would know that she had been eavesdropping and most likely add to his already foul mood.

Her curiosity had gotten her in trouble with him before.

Christine sighed and turned from the doors and to the elevator.

Erik really has a temper.
Killer Veggies- There's a video! (starts to search on google)
As for Christine and Erik confessing...you'll just have to wait for the next chapter, won't you? (Hint, hint) To come, Chapter Thirty-One: Filming a Music Video