A/N: Just giveing ages of ppl cuz there all weird!

Lily: 18
Christine: 18
Meg: 11
Antoinette (aka - Mme. Giry) - 26
Erik - 20

Chappie 5: 10 Years Later...

Erik and I had kept in contact and were still close friends but he had quite an infatuation for Christine. His interest became more than that and he began teaching her how to sing operatic notes. I grew jealous and wouldn't talk to him for sometime but he always found out what I was hiding from him.

One night, when Christine and I were still 8, he told her that he was the 'Angel of Music' that her father sent. I blew up at him and he avoided me but we still remained close. Antoinette's little girl, Meg Giry was just as close as Erik was to me. She was a beautiful blonde girl and she, regretfully, became Christine's best friend. I hated her but Meg respected that.

Now, 10 years later, I now 18 years of age, am becoming quite fond of Erik. It happened long ago but I won't go into detail now. He hasn't noticed, or at least hasn't shown sign's of him liking me but he still has that liking to the little Daae girl, whom is 18 too.

"Girls, as you know, our performance of 'Hannibal' is tonight. I want you to flaunt your talent today so the new managers know that he has chosen a good Opera House to conduct." Everyone that I had grown up with have become quite unhappy with me. I never talked to them much and they say that I'm a little psycho but I don't care anymore. Erik has become the renowned Phantom of the Opera/Opera Ghost and has made quite the commotion. Everyone is treating him well as if it were his house and...it agravates me but charms me along with his eyes; they haven't change.

Meg talked to Christine while we waited to go upstairs to the new managers. When we did go, Christine got a nasty surprise; her childhood sweetheart was new patron; The Viscount de Chagny.

"He called me 'Little Lotte.'" She looked interested in that little pretty-boy. A Fop is what it's formally called...And yes, I called royalty FOPISH!

"Christine, he's so handsome." WOW, Meg! I can see that we won't be talking much.

We started to dance our Egyptian ballet that we had to learn over a weeks' worth of rehearsal. That about stressful! I was one of the only single dancers although, my hands were chained together. Most people were in a line of 3, chained together. I guess I was lucky!

I felt a pair of eye's on me the entire time; I later learned that the eyes' belonged to Erik, but he was watching his precious Christine. The managers watched with delight as they flirted with the sluty ballerinas. I loathed them because all they do is show off their talents and then a man to bed them.

Dreadfully, Carlotta had to sing her solo that comes at the very end of ' Hannibal.' I decided to leave and sing it myself. I think I'm soprano due to the fact I can reach super G. Mme. Giry came and told me I should get back because Erik dropped another beam on Carlotta to shut her up and she didn't want me to get the blame.

We all received a note, telling the managers what was expected of them and that they owed M. le Fantome his 20,000 francs for his salary.

"What? M. Lefreve gave him the salary and he expects it to be continued." Mme. Giry flipped her braid to one side as the manager's debated whether or not the show would continue. I learned in the midst of it all, Carlotta left; she was tired of Erik and couldn't take it anymore. I'd be a bit disgusted as well. Well...I take that back. I AM sick of Erik fantasizing over Christine all the time.

Mme. Giry led the little Daae...girl up to the managers. "Christine Daae could sing it. She has been well taught." WHATEVER! That chienne can't sing any kind of note! I guess the managers just like her chattels. Oh...I make myself laugh

The day went by slowly after that. The little diva-in-training would not shut up, Erik watched his little angel sing her heart out (I saw him on the balcony dumb-founded), and I had to practice my dance with a combination of her dance. I didn't want to have any part of her dance because it has been contaminated from her. I know that's a bit much but, that's just me. I hate her!

When we finally got out hour-long break, I ran out of there with so much attitude I stopped everyone because they were worried about me...for once. I went to the little café next door and ordered a nice salad. I also ordered a bottle of wine for after the gala performance. Red wine, to be exact.

I started eating when, none other than, Christine walked through the door and spots me of all people. I turned bright red and asked the waiter if I could move to a different seat. He looked at me awkwardly and went to seat Christine. I really have a people problem.

To make matters worse, he sat Christine two tables away from me! Hello, I asked to move for that exact reason and what do you do? You put her right by me! I didn't tip him very much.

"Hi, Lily! How are you? I was kind of worried about you when you stormed out of the theatre." Christine asked in her goody-two-shoe voice. 'I was fine until you had to come in and show off your not-so-great- voice, Christine. And you?' Instead of saying that, I just didn't respond. "Lily?" I looked up at her so she could see the bomb explode in my eyes and then I got up to pay. She looked hurt but not as much as I have been hurt.

I paid for my meal and wine and started walking down the city streets. It was a day you see in paintings; fall leaves turning their brilliant shades of red and yellow-orange, crisp wind blowing in your face and hair that's just enough to make you get a small chill, the sky clear with the exception of the little delicate clouds, store clerks displaying their most prized dresses and suits, and the smell of bakeries baking their fresh breads and pastries filled the air. I went to Madame Porters' dress store to look for my Bal Masque dress. I had purchased a lovely masque for it and I've need a gown for quite some time now to compliment it.

She noticed me the second I walked in and, being a frequent costumer, she felt obliged to greet me every time I walked in. "Lillian! Ah, you look stunning! I think I have a dress that you would like. Actually, two of them." She ran into her stock room to fish them out, at which point I looked at the new arrivals of the store. There was a lovely blue one that fit but I couldn't afford it and I had to do a double-take of the back; way to low!

Madame Porter came right back out with a creamy white gown in her left hand and a wine-red dress in the right. I grabbed both of them and exclaimed, "Oh, they're beautiful!" I stood in front of the mirror and held each up next to me.

"It's the new fashion; built-in corsets. No matter what the style is, your corset will never show! I got them in yesterday and I thought that you would just die!" She smiled as I held each up next to me.

The while one was made of silk and it had no lace whatsoever but it looked delicate enough to have you fooled. It did, however, have a double layered skirt, which is where a layer of fabric comes up over the base. It had shoulder-hugging straps that were the final touch to make the dress flawless. (A/N: It's supposed to be Meg's dress from the movie. Since Meg's too young to be part of the celebration at New Years', I took the dress for Lily)

The other, made from silk as well, was just a simple formal dress that hugged me in at the hips and chest areas. It, too, had shoulder straps.

"Oh Marie, they're just too dazzling to say no to. I'll take both!" She ran into the back room again to get her signature dust slips for each of them while I sat the dresses on the counter and went back to perusing the store. I had come in the other day to get a few "work" dresses, as Marie calls them because you can do almost everything in them.

"Here ya go, deary."

"Marie, you didn't charge me for them." She just patted my shoulder and replied.

"I have enough dim-witted aristocrats come in here and I can charge them extra for there dresses." We both had a good laugh and I left the store thanking her all the way out.

I walked home a proud owner of two tempting dresses and a pair of new slip-on shoes that went with both dresses. I had stopped by a local pastry shop and bought a nice sweet treat since I never got to finish my lunch.

I reached the opera house sooner than I was needed back so I changed into my costume and stage make-up. No one that I knew of was in the audience so I did all of my dances and songs.

I was so carefree and I just poured my heart, soul, and feeling into each motion, each step, and each note I hit. There was a sadness brought over me when I heard someone clapping in the infamous Box 5. I held my tear-stained face up to see who it was and, surprisingly, it was Erik.

I ran off stage and into my personal room that I had acquired over the tears and cried. It seemed to last for hours until there was a shadow over my bed.

"Why did you leave?"