Amber- strangely enough, I understood that... any way... I'm changing it slightly, because it originally didn't make all to much sense.

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Chapter 34

"Madame Giry!" I called out, hurrying to catch up with her after practice. She turned to me, a grim look upon her face.

"I want to apologize, for missing rehearsal, and for taking Meg along. I know your furious at us, but non of it is Meg's fault, I made her come with me." Surprisingly, Madame Giry's lips curled up, into something that might have resembled a smile.

"It would have been nice to know before hand of your absence, but you have nothing to apologize for. I expected something that to occur." I nodded my head, a smile crept across my face.

"Thank you."

"Now, there is another matter at hand." She looked around suspiciously, making sure no one was listening in on our conversation.

"We will be starting a new production, Orphee et Eurydice. It requires a rather revealing costume for the ballet." Her words hung in the air.

"I won't be able to wear it." I hung my head, knowing my career was over. There is no way I could ever come back, despite what Erik said.

"If it had been a corset, you could probably have gotten away with it longer, but not it what you have to dance in, there is no way to hide it."

"How long do I have?"

"Two weeks." I couldn't keep back the sigh of disappointment.

"Then my career shall end in two weeks." Madame Giry placed her hand on my shoulder, trying to comfort me.

"I'm sorry, but you know there is nothing I can do."

"I know, this is my own fault."

Well, it is slightly Erik's fault.

"Have you found who will be replacing me?"

"Not officially, but I was thinking of Little Scarlett." In my heart I know she is best for the task, but my mind screams with jealousy.

"Scarlett? But she is only thirteen! She is still in training with the little ones!" I took a step back, not wanting to admit her skill.

"You know she is the best one for the job. She is a wonderful dancer, better than some of the others in your group, It doesn't hold anything against her that she is well developed for her age."

"That's right, I forget the Ballet girls must look more like whores, to hold up to our reputation." I said sarcastically, but Madame Giry was not amused.

"You didn't seem to have that problem when you moved up in ranks, she is in the same position you were so many years ago. Was it not you who replaced one of your teachers? Mademoiselle Sophia?"

"Yes but..." I couldn't find any form of argument, there was no reason Scarlett couldn't replace me.

"She will make a fine dancer, Of all of the little ones, I'm glad it's her." Madame Giry nodded her head at my approval.

"Why don't you tell her, She's be ecstatic to know she is moving up in ranks." Madame Giry nodded once again, then scurried off to find Little Scarlett.

I wondered around the opera house, half dazed, not caring about the world around me, only the thoughts in my head.

It's over, It's finally over. Dancing has been my life, since I moved to Paris. Before Erik, dancing was all that I had. But if I am to give up such a fulfilling life, at least it's for a better one, beside my husband, for our child.

Out of the corner of my eye, something caught my attention, drawing me back into this world. Beyond the window I found myself standing in front of, my gaze fell upon Roxanne's slender form, hugging that monster, before he turned from her, following a group of haphazardly dressed renegades, towards the outskirts of town.

So he is leaving,Erik will be happy to hear that.

I watched until the figures disappeared into the landscape, before making my way back home.

"Erik?" I called, as I kicked my ballet shoes off. I picked them up off the ground, and entered the main sitting room, Finding Meg, Murtagh, And Erik in deep conversation. I greeted them, before going into my bedroom to change into something proper. After changing out of the skimpy ballet costume, I returned to my guests, taking a seat beside my Erik.

"What are you all doing here?"

A fake innocent smile crept along his face, but I have mastered the art of seeing past his looks.

"Nothing Ace, we just stopped in to say hello. Actually we should be going."

What are you up to my sly brother?

"Sorry to leave so quickly." Meg's ear's turned a beat red, only doubling my suspicions that the two are up to something. They rose form their seats, each kissing my cheek goodbye, and left our home.

I turned to my Erik, wrapping my arms around him innocently.

"What did they really want?" Erik laughed slightly.

"They wanted to convince me." He answered shortly, having fun toying with my curiosity.

"Of what?"

"That I can't tell you, Mon Ange."

"Did we not just have an argument over keeping secrets?" He smiled down at me, kissing my forehead.

"But you will enjoy this one, and it is more of a surprise, rather than a secret."

"I still want to know what it is." I looked up at him, trying my best to pity him into telling me.

"That isn't going to work this time, Mon Ange. You will find out soon."