A/N:I'm so sorry it took so long to update. I've been quite lazy and to be honest, Writers block was my master for quite a few days. So I hope you'll like this addition to my Phantom "Phan Phic"

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the wonderful characters that Gaston Leroux brought into being...

I would also like to thank my Beta Alaina Ruthfor all of her hard work on fixing my screw ups! Couldn't have done it without you!

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Getting in that dressing room wasn't the easiest task I've attempted. Carlotta wasn't supposed to be there, but, of course she was. Just my luck. She was unusually calm. Not ranting, just whining to Piangi, the leading man and her lover. His short body, pig eyes, and slicked down hair made him look like Senor Dildo in The Earl of Rochester's poem. Giggling at this, I didn't notice them take their leave of the dressing room. Heading off to a late lunch, I suppose. When I finally realized they were gone, I wasn't alone.

" Christine, I thought you were ill!"

Caught. Not the best thing to happen to you when your pretending to be dreadfully sick. I turned around to that familiar face.

" Meg I- "

" Why, Christine? Do you think your ever going to be more than a chorus girl if you keep skipping rehearsal to spy on the Prima Donna and Piagni?"

" I don't care about being famous, I just want to know!" she probably thought I was mad.

" Know what?" Her face was twisted into utter confusion. But, seeing the look in my eyes, her expression went from confusion to concern. She knew what I wanted to know. And I'm positive it scared her.

" Christine. It's a fools errand to run around looking for the Opera Ghost. He would kill without a fragment of remorse. Promise me, you'll never go looking for him again."

I averted my eyes, glancing at the large pink door of Carlotta's dressing room. She grabbed my shoulders. "Promise!"

" Why is this such a problem? I'm only curious!"

I was furious. God knows why. I've never been so passionate about anything in my entire life. Why in the world was I so fixated on this O.G. character? Meg's eyes were filled with devastation and anger.

"Do what you will, but when you're swinging from the chandelier, you'll regret not listening to me!" and with a swish of her tutu, she was off to practice for the up and coming opera..

As Meg rounded the corner, my thoughts were already on the possibilities of where the passageway was. Creeping up to the door, I turned the well polished gold handle. I was greeted by the strong smell of expensive, yet foul scented perfume. I closed the door behind me with great care, not wanting to attract attention. The room was completely overdone. Tiger pelt on the floor, portraits of Carlotta in all of her various costumes, Japanese dressing screen. It screamed poor taste and no creativity. I searched for the longest time, finding nothing. No Ghost. No passageway. And with the return of Carlotta and Piagni close at hand, I had basically given up hope. I slide down the large mirror in frustration. " Where is that damned passage way!" I wailed.

I needed to go to my bed. Sleep. I had worked my self up, and at this rate, I probably would get a fever. What was the point of putting my career at stake for some creature of the shadows that probably didn't exist? Just like the Angel of Music. He wasn't real, and neither was Monsieur Opera Ghost. Leaning on the mirror, I stood up. Or tried. With the weight I put on it as I pushed it one way ,the mirror slide back. I was up of my own accord in a matter of seconds, pulling the mirror open the rest of the way. Staring down the dank, and not to mention dark passageways I couldn't help but think. " I've found you..."

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So that's it... if you understand the "Senor Dildo" bit, then you get virtual cookies thrown your way, of any kind. Mimi, you don't count, you already read this before hand so... Feel free to Flame or comment... both are most welcomed... I'm numb when it comes to harsh words :)