Okay. I know it has taken a long time for me to update on this story. I just had my other story to work on. So here we go.

Chapter 2

Christine ran to the opera house forgetting that she should have been taken home by a man. She thought it over and knew that Raoul was not a man. She didn't even know who he was anymore or what for that matter.

Christine finally got to her bedroom. As soon as she got in she locked the door. She leaned her back against the door and slid down. She put her head in her knees and sighed.

'I'm going to see Erik.' she thought to herself. 'He always combs me down.'

She quickly changed out of her clothes and into her night gown. She walked to the mirror. 'Oh, no. Erik has never told me how to open it from this side.' She ran her hands around the mirror's frame. 'There has to be a switch.' she told herself. After fifteen minutes of looking, she gave up.

'He will never come for me after this night. I ran away with Raoul instead of him. I hate to admit it, but I think I deserve this. Even though I didn't know what was happening half the time when Raoul took me away from the party.' she thought sadly to herself. 'I shouldn't have went with Raoul in the first place.' She walked over to her bed and put her face in the pillow. She started to cry into her pillow. How she wished she could be held in Erik's arms right now. She cried herself to sleep that night.

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Christine woke up to feel her eyes were burning. She looked into the mirror. There staring back at her was a girl with red swollen eyes, and messy brown hair. She went over to the mirror and grabbed a bush. She brushed out all the tangles and changed in her crimson dress.

'Oh no!' her mind screamed. 'Today is tryouts for Don Juan Triumphant! At least rehearsals start in three hours form now. Maybe by then my eyes won't be that puffy.' she thought.

Christine studied her lines over and over till she knew them by heart.

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Alas, it was time for rehearsals. Christine met up with Meg, and they walked to the stage together. "Good luck, Meg. Not that you need any." Christine said. "Same to you." Meg said. They hugged an separated.

Madam Giry told Carlotta to start singing, knowing all too well that Carlotta wasn't going to get the roll. Madam Giry just wanted to get her over with as soon as she could.

As always, Carlotta sounded like a toad. She had everyone holding they're ears by the end of her song.

Christine waited patiently till her turn came. 'I'm so glad my eyes are not swollen anymore.' she thought.

In no time at all, it was Christine's turn to sing. Once her mouth opened she burst into song. She poured her sole into the song. She sang of love with such passion. As she sang she thought of Erik. She sang for him, and him alone. She looked up at box five, hoping to see him there with no luck. Although she didn't see him, she knew that he was listening to her sing. She knew he couldn't resist.

When she finished, it took a while for the people to break out of there trances. The opera burst into applause. Carlotta turned her nose up and left the stage.

There in box five, unseen to everyone, Erik couldn't help but smile at what just happened. Knowing already that Christine got the roll, he turned and disappear with a twirl of his long black cape.

I'll update as soon as I can, but it all depends on what you want me to update first. Should I keep going with this story, start a new fan fic on Harry Potter, or continue on with "Sweet Compassion"? Tell me what you want in the order of what you want. Review and tell me, please!

-Jessica-