Yay! I have a few readers! Yes! Well, thank you all so much for reviewing! Oh and just to let you all know, this is based on ALW movie, so yea. Well here is chapter 3! Enjoy!

Chapter 3

When we finally got down there, Erik looked at me from head to toe, but his gaze stopped dead on my feet.

"What are those slabs of rubber on your feet?" Erik exclaimed.

"What these? Oh these are just my shoes, silly!" I said.

"Those are not shoes! I can see your toes! They cannot possibly be considered shoes!"

"Yes, Erik, they are shoes. Actually they are called flip-flops."

"Flip-flops? I still do not think that they are fit for being shoes…"

"Here," I interrupted, "would you like to try one on?"

"Oh, I do not…"

"Come on!" I exclaimed, not letting him finish his sentence. "They are really comfy…"

"Alright, let me see one." After Erik had put on my sandal, a weird, sensational look came over his masked face. "Why," he started, "these flops of flip are quite divine! They provide comfort, yet also let the foot feel so… free."

"See?" I said. "I told you that they were shoes!"

Erik gave me an angry look then roared, "How dare you call these shoes!" Then a little bit calmer he added, "They are more like little pieces of heaven…" Then he got a crazy, wistful look on his face.

"Okay… I think that I need my shoe back…" I said while reaching down for my shoe.

"What!" Erik bellowed while he backed himself away from me. "You dare to take away from me the only little piece of heaven that I have ever known?"

"Alright, alright," I gave in with a gesture of my hand. "You can keep it. Here," I offered while taking off my other shoe. "Would you like the other one too?"

"Why, that would be marvelous," Erik replied while graciously accepting my shoe. He looked down at my feet and back up at me. "But what will your feet wear now?"

Looking at my toes underneath the hem of my jeans I remarked, "Oh, I do suppose that that is a bit of a problem. I don't suppose that you have any sneak… I mean stockings, would you?"

"I may have some," Erik said while walking over to a room in the back. "I think that Christine may have left…. Christine!"

"Oh yeah! Christine Daae! Was she here last night?" I hit myself on the head. "Duh she was here last night, what am I talking about? But now…. She's probably with that Raoul kid, huh?"

Erik stalked over to me and placed his hands hard onto my shoulders. "Do you mean that insolent boy, the Vicomte de Chagny?"

"Why yes, of course I do! How many Raoul's are there, ya know? But don't ya just hate that guy? I mean, with his overly long, shiny, curly hair. He is a guy for goodness sakes! Cut the hair off!" A little light bulb went off inside my head and I said, "I just got a marvelous idea! You know how he is always in your box five? Which is extremely rude, by the way. But anyways, while he is sitting in there, you should sneak in behind him and cut off his hair!" I put my hand into a fist then struck it up into the air. "It's a wonderful idea, isn't it? I mean, he will never hear you coming into his seat, sooo…"

Erik had a mischievous grin on his face. "I do think that that idea is a good one. I might just have to try it the next time that foul man is sitting in my box."

"Yes!" I yelled. "Good bye Mr. Foppy hair!" I laughed an evil laugh.

"Excuse me," Erik piped in, "but what is Foppy?

"Ohh… don't worry about it… but it isn't good!" I replied with a smile.

Erik just glared at me, but didn't say anything.

"Soo…" I continued. "How are my pink flip-flops treatin ya?"

Erik looked down at his feet. "They are still fantastic."

"Well, glad to hear it!" I also looked down at my feet and began to sway back and forth. "Umm… Erik," I asked. "Do you think that you could maybe… sing me a song or something?"

"I suppose that I could, since you gave me these divine flip-flops. Which song would you like me to sing?" he questioned.

"Ohhh, I don't know… how about… well, I would ask you to sing this one song of yours, but I do not know if you have finished writing it yet, so I won't ask." I contemplated my decision a little more, and then I got an idea on what he could sing. "I have a wonderful song choice!" I said excitedly. "Will you please sing me Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star?"

Erik furrowed his brow for a moment then replied, "I apologize, but I am afraid that I do not know this song you speak of."

"Oh come on, everyone knows this song it goes" And then I broke out into song, singing it with hand movements and everything:

"Twinkle, twinkle little star

How I wonder what you are

Up above the world so high

Like a diamond in the sky

Twinkle, twinkle little star

How I wonder what you are."

When I had finished, Erik had the most shocked look on his face. After awhile of staring at me like I was crazy, he almost began to laugh, but held it in.

"Well," Erik began, "that was certainly an… interesting song… but I do, again, apologize, for I do not recognize this song.

I stomped my foot in dismay. "Fine then," I said with a pout on my face. "Just don't sing me any songs."