"I'm sorry?" repeated the girl, who was confused and felt goosebumps forming on her slender arms. She couldve been a dancer if it werent for... If it werent for...

If it werent for her face.

She would rather not think about it. Her face that was too horrible to think about. It was just so hard thinking about without causing constant pain and misery that she felt.

Back to the matter at hand. That would give her something to focus on.

She had herad about this place before. Who hasnt? The opera popular was supposedly haunted. Whenthe ghost decided he want to fall in love with the greatest and most bauitiful singer dancer to greace the stage all hell broke loose. Literally. The opera popular was engulfed in a fireball of grief and sadness when the beautiful and great singer dancer Christine Daae decided to take up with the patron, Raoul De Chagny.

Didn't the story say something about an angel of music? Mabye?

She realized that she was disoreinted from sleep and that her mind was playing tricks on her. The voice was coming from a central location. The voice was coming from behind the mirror.

Caustiously she moved towards it, hoping the peson behind it didnt notice. She hoped none of the girls or anyone else in the opera house knew taht she was there. She didnt know what was worse: a ghost or someone playing shennanigans on her.

She pushed at the mirror and the pivot swung oupen revealing something even darker than the hallway madama Giry led her thorugh just a short time before. But there was no one there. The voice was extremely loud now though. Louder than it had been in the room.

That's when she noticed it. The tape recorder. She knelt beside it and stopped it. There was a tiny wire coming from it and she realized it must have been a trip wire and at some point she had walked over it and set it off. Ths was some sort of protective mechanism she figured. She wasn't reallys ure.

However what she was sure of was that there was a long dark hallways leading downwards waiting to be explored.

She took the candle in the jar that Madame Giry left behind and went down the path. It was filthy and covered in droppings. Some were larger than others. She didn't want to know what lurked in this hallways. Hopeuflly whatever it was it was afraid of light. She felt ike a hypocrite becasue she was so ugly and she was unable to tolerate things like spiders and rats and who knows what else because they were so ugly. She understood why people hated her because she felt the same way about other ugly people.

The truth was she came from a very rich family who made a lot of their earnings in performing in beauty pageants. Her mother was a popular beuaty but during her pregnancy used certain energy enhancers to do well modeling and then used other things to make her sleep. This is where Dionettes deformities came from.

There she was dwelling on her horrible past again. She was so involved with her thoughts she almost walked right into the lake!

An underground lake! HOw romantic she thought. Off to the side she saw several small rafts and boats bobbing in the water. There was no where else to go besides over the river so it was obvious.

She got on a raft.