Still Katey's POV, surprise! Surprise!

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I was a little uncomfortable walking in the empty corridor; it gave me the chills. I softly hummed to myself Relient K's 'Who I am hates who I've been' and after a moment or two broke out into song, just to break the silence.

"I talk to absolutely no one.
Couldn't keep to myself enough.
And the things bottled inside have finally begun
To create so much pressure that I'll soon blow up." My soprano voice cut the silence in half, and I enjoyed having the opportunity to sing. I hadn't in so long, and I felt free.

"I heard the reverberating footsteps
Synching up to the beating of my heart,
And I was positive that unless I got myself together…." I trailed off realizing what I had just said.

I gave an involuntary shudder and tried to think of some new song.

"I'm walkin' on sunshine… wo-o-ah!" I began, but I laughed far too hard to finish the song. It was ridiculous. I cast around for another song, and broke out into the chorus of 'Every time we touch' by Cascada, thinking of Raoul.

"'Cause every time we touch
I feel this static
And every time we kiss
I reach for the sky
Can't you hear my heart beat so
I can't let you go
Want you in my life

Your arms are my castle
Your heart is my sky
They wipe away tears that I cry
The good and the bad times
We've been through them all
You make me rise when I fall

'Cause everytime we touch
I get this feeling
And everytime we kiss
I swear I could fly
Can't you feel my heart beat fast
I want this to last
Need you by my side" In between the verses I tried to dance like Cascada on the music video, but most likely ended up looking like I was having a seizure. I laughed, and instead tried a new song.

I thought of my Phantom of the Opera CD at home, and began singing 'All I Ask of You', singing both parts, and when it came to when Raoul and Christine kiss I stopped and sighed.

"What I wouldn't give to kiss Raoul on the roof." I said aloud, and made to continue walking, but I was stopped by the sound of a cough behind me. I froze, took a deep breath and tried to calm down before I turned and said, "Haven't you seen enough of me for one night?" to the black cloaked figure behind me.

"I happened to be coming along this way when I heard you sing, and your attempt to dance. It's a sad day when a ballerina can't dance properly, you know." Erik said, his voice full of something that I couldn't find a name for.

"It's all the rage at home" I said, and immediately my hands shot over my mouth. Oh god, what did I do.

"Home? I thought you told the other girls you lived in Paris your whole life, but of course, in a country where they dance like that and have those terrible songs I can imagine you would want to forget." He said, not realizing my true meaning. I let my hand down, and decided to play along.

"You won't tell anyone, will you?" I asked, looking afraid with no difficulty.

"I'm curious, what country is it that you come from?" He said, ignoring my last sentence.

"The…The…United States." I said, telling the truth.

"You can speak French fluently. Did you never learn English?" he asked.

"No…" I said, not sure if I remembered how to speak in English.

"Ah." He said casually. I looked into his eyes curiously. There was something suspicious behind all the small talk.

"But what else makes me curious;" He said, and I could tell he was taking a lot of will power not to shout "is you last song." My stomach dropped.

"Oh?" I said, returning his small talk tone.

"Yes, most particularly the names you used in the song, as well as the sentence in the end."

"Really now, and why is that?"

"Particularly the fact that you repeated Christine's name over and over, and the fact that you stated 'What wouldn't I give to kiss Raoul on the roof.'" He said a hint of malice in his voice. "Do you think I did not stay around to see what would happen between you and that fop, de Chagny?" he asked, and an odd gleam came into his eyes.

"well, seeing as you won't care what happens to me as long as I'm still alive (if barely) so I can tell you what I know, I would have thought you left." I sniffed.

"Wrong. I knew that I could use you. See here, on the stage, you knew about the fop wanting Christine. I have reason to believe that you know things before they happen, so I'm going to ask a series of questions. If you refuse to answer, well, use your imagination. Now, are you going to answer me?"

"No. Now let me go, because I am expected somewhere, besides…" I stopped before I said 'besides, Christine will be waking soon.', but he had heard me.

"Besides what." He demanded.

"Besides, I don't know anything. Now I must go." I dipped my head in farewell and left him, walking as quickly as I could.

When I rounded the corner I broke into a run and slowed down only when I neared the door to Christine's dressing room. I was in luck; I was just in time to see Meg force a key into the door.

"Meg!" I called, trying not to be so loud.

She jumped and dropped the key ring with a clatter. She whirled around to face me, and audibly sighed when she saw it was only me.

"Goodness Fleur, you scared the wits out of me!" She said, beckoning me to her.

"It would appear so. Why are you breaking in to Christine's dressing room?" I asked, gesturing to the keys she was bending over to pick up.

"She wouldn't answer her door, and I'm afraid something happened to her." She said, fumbling with the many keys, trying to find the skeleton.

"Maybe… Maybe she went out to dinner with a patron?" I offered.

"She would have told us, wouldn't she?" Meg said, looking up from the ring.

"Well, the hallways were pretty crowded; she probably couldn't get out of the room without her new fans all trying to give her flowers and candy and what not."

"You do have a point. But let's go in. Just in case!" She added, as if she needed an explanation.

"Alright…" I said as Meg found the skeleton key and forced it into the door.

The burnt pink door opened with a jolt, as if it had a little bump, and we snuck inside guilty as robbers in a jewelry store.

"Christine? Christine?" we whispered not quite at the same time, but we were met with silence.

"Maybe is out with some patron…" Meg said, looking disappointed that we hadn't uncovered some great secret. She turned to leave, but I grabbed her shoulder and pointed to the full length wall mirror with a heavy gold frame. It was slightly ajar.

She gasped, and we hurried over, peeking into the sliver where it was open about three inches.

I grabbed the edge and pulled, much to the disagreement to the mirror that screeched in protest. Meg looked over her shoulder, expecting to see her mother come in and yell at us for breaking in, but there was no one.

I shoved the mirror back far enough for a person to squeeze through, and said, "Do you want to go in first?" She looked at me as if to say, "Are you crazy!" so I stepped through, feeling a cold chill go deep to my bones.

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Yay! Another successful chapter! I think Erik is starting to realize Katey is from the future! Dun dun dun.

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