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Chapter 2

"Where am I?" I repeated myself.

"You are in Scmeplacapotanie," a man with gray fluffy, balding hair said.

I furrowed my brow at him. "Huh?"

"In Schmeplacapotanie," he repeated.

"Wait," I declared as I rubbed my temples, trying to clear my head. "Okay, now one more time. Where am I?"

"In Paris."

"What! How in the world did I get to Paris?" I sniffed the air. "And if I really am in Paris, which is quite impossible, then why do you not smell? Aren't French people supposed to stink really bad or something?"

"I beg your pardon, madamemoiselle, but we 'French people' as you call us, bathe every day and in fact do not smell at all."

"Okay then, whatever you say…well, can you at least tell me what year it is?"

"It is the year 1870," another, less bald man declared proudly.

"What!" I shouted, just before I fainted.

I woke with a start as I felt cold water being poured onto my face.

Angrily wiping the water off of me, I yelled, "What did you do that for?"

"You passed out and…"

"Yes, I know why you did it," I said sarcastically. Looking around me again I cried out, "Why am I still here? This was just supposed to be some crazy dream of mine!"

"I do apologize," said the fluffy haired man, "but I am afraid that this is all real."

Glancing all around, I felt a sense of familiarity. "Wait…" I started. "is this the Opera Populaire?"

"Why, as a matter of fact, it is? How did you know?" The man with brown hair questioned.

"I just recognized the inside, that's all. But wait, if this is the Opera… and it's 1870… do you, by any chance, happen to have an Opera Ghost here?"

Both men then got really flustered and bellowed, "I do not know where you have heard these ridiculous rumors, but I assure you that this facility is quite safe from all ghosts."

"Here, Monsieur," a woman with long brown hair said as she approached us. "I have a letter from the Opera Ghost."

"Oh for God's sake…" the man with brown hair said.

"He welcomes you to his Opera House, " the woman continued, "and demands his salary of 20,000 Francs."

"What? 20,000 Francs?" the man roared.

"Wait just one minute," I began, "you two just became the managers?" Both men nodded. "Then that means that… Yes! And maybe I can… Yes! Please excuse me Monsieurs, but I just need to go check on something real quick like," I said while slowly backing away from them. "Bye!" I took off at a half-run, half-jog in the other direction.

Oh my goodness, I just could not believe that this was happening to me. That crazy old kook from Osco was actually right! But was I really going to meet the Phantom? Frantically, I searched for Christine's dressing room. I was not quite sure where it would be situated, but I was sure that I would be able to find it sometime. After searching for nearly 2 hours, I finally began to give up. Then I began to think, and if the managers had just moved in today, then the showing of Hannibal was just tonight!

Eventually, I worked my way back to the front of the Opera House, and saw that the people were already starting to get here for the show. Standing off to the side, I waited anxiously for the opera to begin.

I must've drifted off to sleep, for the next thing I heard was the bustling of people leaving the theater and the ending music. Quickly standing up, I began walking in the opposite direction that the other people were going. Needing to find Christine's dressing room, I pushed my way through the huge groups of people. Finally, I could hear people screaming, "Ms. Daae! Ms. Daae!" Now I knew that I was nearly there. Shoving people aside, I finally made it to the door and attempted to turn the knob, but it was locked. After five minutes of waiting there, the people began to leave, and I was left alone, sitting in front of the door.

Just as I was about to stand up, a man with shoulder length brown hair approached the door and took out a key. While he inserted and turned the key, he cast me a peculiar look and then went inside. After he entered, I could hear him talking to Christine. After a couple of minutes, I heard him approach the door and turn the knob. As I heard this, I stepping back into the shadows, not wanting the man to notice me again.

When the man was gone, and as I was about to approach the door again, a black, gloved hand reached out and locked the door. I saw this and again stepped back into the shadows. Once I heard them begin to talk, I knew that my chances to talk to Erik tonight were ruined. In anger, I slammed my hand onto the wall, but as soon as I did that movement, I heard all the talking inside stop. Hearing the door open, I but my lip and closed my eyes, anticipating some sort of blow to come down onto my head. When I felt no hard objects fall upon my head, I peered out through my eyes and, God almighty, I saw the Phantom standing right before me! I nearly fainted again, right then and there, but I held myself together and offered my hand.

"Fondest greetings, Mr. Phantom," I said, while shaking his hand. "May I call you Erik? Splendid." I stepped past him and entered the room. "Wow, pretty tight place ya got here." Noticing Christine sitting there in wide-eyed wonder I continued on, "Oh! And you must be Christine. It is a pleasure to meet you. Though I must say, I am quite disappointed in your choice of…" But I could not finish, for at that moment I felt a hand fall onto my shoulder.

"If you would please excuse me, Christine," Erik said, "but it seems that I have some business with this young lady…" "Nicole," I interrupted. "Yes, Nicole… Now if you would please excuse me."

And with that he pushed me through the mirror and down into the passageway.

"Now wait just one darn minute!" I yelled when we were a pretty far down the corridor. "You cannot do this to me! I am your biggest fan! Yeah, that's right, your biggest fan! Ohh, what now! Ain't so bad now, are ya? Ohh what you wanna fight or something?" Seeing the look on his face I backed away.

"No, never mind," I continued. "I take that back. You'd probably Punjab me or something. You'd be all 'Waaaa!' And I'd be, 'Oh no Mr. Phantom! Please don't Punjab me!' 'It is too late for pleads!' 'No, please spare me! I beg of you!' I would say with my biggest puppy dog eyes, then you'd say, 'Oh alright, since you are so cute and adorable and precious and…' Okay, I'll stop there," I finished with a sheepish grin on my grin.

Erik just glared at me and continued dragging me down the tunnel. Well, it wasn't so much as dragging as it was wanting to be dragged down, but I went all the same.

Well, dont forget to review! and in the next section, I have a really funny part planned, at least I think it's funny... : )