A/N: I know it has been like forever to update. I'm sure I won't update in a while. I have a bit of writers block. Hey, maybe if you review, I might get some more ideas on where to go with this story. .

I got the idea of this chapter from Gerardphantomhot. Thanks. This chapter is dedicated to you, hun. I'm also going to throw in some Monty Python humor into this. Hold on tight. It's going to be quite a ride. -- LOL!

Oh yes! I forgot to mention in chapter 2 that the play that Christine was auditioning for was "Romeo and Juliet". Of course, Christine was trying out for the role of Juliet. Sorry about that.

Chapter 4

Raoul woke up the next morning with a brillient idea. 'Maybe if I confess my love to Christine, she will love me in return,' he thought. He knew he had nothing to lose now.

He got up from his pink heart bed and dressed in a pink suit with frilled lace at the wrists and "v" neck.

He left his house carrying a long rope of pink and purple bed sheets tied together.

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Raoul walked to Christine's bedroom window that lead into her dressing room. (A/N: I know that she doesn't have a window in her dressing room, but let's
imagine.) He climbed the two-story wall to reach her window.

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Christine stirred from her peaceful sleep to a girlish call. She knew all to well that only "man" that could posses this voice was Raoul. "Christine! Christine!
Are you there?"

Christine shuffled her way to the window. She looked down to see Raoul grabbing onto the ledge of the window. "Raoul, what are you doing here? It's seven
o'clock in the morning," Christine snaped.

"Christine, I am here to profess my love to you. You must know how I feel about you and I have a feeling that you feel the same way towards me," he declaired.

Christine let out a snort of laughter. "Raoul, I-," but Christine's words were cut off with a knock at the door.

"Would you be a dear, Christine, and tie this rope at the end of your bedpost." Christine did as she was asked without question. She didn't even want to know.

She answered her bedroom door to the great Monsieur Firmin himself. "Good morning," Christine said, stepping aside to let Firmin into the room.

"Good morning, Mademoiselle Daaé," he said. "I have good news for you." He paused. "Very good news."

"Oh? And what might that be?" Christine asked.

"You have gotten the role of Juliet," he said as he walked closer to the bed. He eyed the rope tied to the bedpost curiously. The rope lead out the window. He reached for the letter opener that rested on Christine's desk. 'This is a hazard,' he thought. He quickly cut the rope. The rope quickly disappeared through the window.

Christine and Firmin heard a scream that seemed to be moving further away from them and trailing off into silence. Christine shrugged her shoulders and motioned for Firmin to leave the room.

She closed the window with a "snap" and started began to dress for the day. After she slipped into a pale blue dress, she quickly walked down the hall to see Meg.

'I hope she got a part in the play too,' Christine thought.

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Raoul's long eyelashes fluttered open. He sat up and looked at his surroundings. It took him a while to remember what had just happened. He discovered that he didn't feel any pain whatsoever. 'I must have landed on my head,' he thought. 'Boy! I'm glad that I wore that extra layer of hair spray. It gave me the volume I needed to soften the blow.'

A/N: Please review. I'll be a nice birthday present for me. puppy dog eyes please. My birthday is on the 6th. yay!

And thanks, Opera Dove for betaing this. .