Death could be. And it was nothing one should fear – at least that was what her mother had always taught her. "Don't be afraid, Megan, there is a place we go and this place is so full of peace that our hearts shall smile forever." She had been a child back then, foolish… now, years later, Megan did not believe in those stories anymore. Yes, if she had a daughter, she would tell her exactly the same fairy tale about where the deads go. But she had no one to tell this fairy tale and so her tongue remained silent, although her mind burned with angst.

Oh, in these fairy tales death equaled a peaceful sleeping. Why did her mother's dead face not smile? Why did it not look peaceful? Didn't she know, deep inside, that he loved her deeply? Didn't she love him, forgetting about all bitter earthy happenings?

Megan sat down by her mother's grave. Tears rolled down her pale cheeks..

Everything would be over now… the Opera had nothing special to give. Her dearest were gone and what did the word 'career' mean to her, anyway? It was all useless facing death. Slowly rising from the ground, she left her mother's grave to never return. She crossed many roads without knowing she did to arrive at some place… somewhere… there must be some point she could reach… Megan left so many memories behind that she felt as though she had just been born when she reached the Opera Populaire. Everything was erased – who was the famous Phantom of the Opera again? Had she ever had a mother? And who would she dance tonight – Giselle?

:Fin:

Dear readers,

Please do not think I simply drop this story or want to make a quick end. The truth is, I had a horrible writer's block. After Giry's heart attack, I did not know how to continue – what to do with Megan. Everything that came to my mind seemed so useless. I could not let Megan leave the country to start all over, I could not let Megan die. But how give her the peace she needed to not break down over all these happenings?

After some weeks of slamming my writer's head against the wall and trying to write the next chapter I decided to let it go. I cannot force my stories – they float where they want to float. And so did this story. The last chapter was rather a big wave, but it suddenly had to get out. And this chapter was different… it came to me sometime this evening, whispering, 'please write me. Please do.' And so I did. When I began to write this, I did not know it would be the last chapter – but suddenly, Megan took on her own game and played it to the bitter ending. Bitter? No, not bitter – beautiful. This is the onlyending that honours Megan to an amount that satisfies me.

Thank you for having read my dramatic parody, or should I rather call it a humourous drama? I believe this story is bitter, sad, lovely – it's more than a parody with some fluff to it. I hope you enjoyed it, because I did.

They all shouted out far cries – but only Megan's and Erik's would be heard by destiny and they now rest in peace.

Legwarmer