A/N I'm really sorry you guys, but I made a lot of errors on the last chapter. I want it to be third person point of view, I know I made the mistake of making it first person, but I had totally blanked out. And I am still debating whether or not I want it past tense or present tense. Also as you may know Meg has many nicknames, some are: Ballet Rat, Little Meg, Little Giry, Blonde Angel etc. I am going to be using a lot of those nicknames. Thanks for the advice everyone I totally appreciate it.

Meg stared down at the white mask that she held in her hand. It wasn't made of porcelain, but it still reminded her of the Phantom, which she now had the privilege to call, "Erik". The whole day Meg had spent her time in a local dress maker's shop to make her dress look perfect. This was her first year at the ball and she wanted to remember this night forever. As the day progressed Meg's dress was getting to perfection by the minute. She had chosen to go as an angel and had chosen white as her dress and mask.

The time had finally come for Meg and her mother to walk down the grand staircase in the lobby of Opera Populaire. Meg truly looked liked an angel and had smiled for the first time in a long time with pure happiness. There was singing and laughing and a few men who had drank a little too much champagne.

Meg was asked a few times to dance by some charming, young, patrons and had accepted gratefully. She had worried all night that maybe no one would dance with her and would only pay attention to all the rich, beautiful, young women who wore spectacular gowns and very valuable jewels of all sorts. As Meg danced she had received a few compliments on her dress and dancing, some even had said she did look like an angel. One even said that he had fallen in love with her at first sight, but Meg knew in her heart it was all false and it was a one-way ticket to their bed and public humiliation.

Once she had finished dancing with a handsome, young man, named Adrian, Meg went to sit down at an empty table to let her aching feet relax. She listened to the music and watched all of the couples dance gracefully. It was a sea full of mask. Meg closed her eyes to try to keep this picture in her mind forever when a tall man wearing black pants, a black jacket, and white shirt sneaked up behind her and sang softly in her ear:

Masquerade!

Every face a different shade

Masquerade!

Look around, there's another mask behind you

Meg opened her eyes. She knew that voice without a second thought. She slowly turned around to see a mask staring straight at her. "Erik," she breathed. He smiled. Meg's heart skipped a beat, he took her breath away. He was so handsome that Meg could almost picture his entire face flawless. She could almost take away all the scars, and sagged skin and mold it into a face of an angel.

"May I have the honor of dancing with this beautiful angel," he asked putting out his hand. At first she could hardly breathe. Dance with Erik? She could only nod letting him lead her to the dance floor. As they danced they made small talk both of them a little nervous. Meg felt that she could die right here in his arms. Part of her wished she had said, "No" the other told her that she had made the right decision. Oh well, she thought. No second thoughts, I decided.

They continued to dance like graceful swans dominating the dance floor. People could tell that they were experts at dancing and could only wonder who this mysterious couple could be. Everyone was confused, except for a certain ballet mistress. She knew who the young woman was and she knew who was dancing with her daughter. Soon the dance was over, both Meg and Erik breathing heavily from the magnificent and elegant dance that they had just encountered. Erik took Meg's hand and brought it to his lips making Meg shiver not from fear, but something else. "Madamoiselle, it was a pleasure to dance with such a beautiful goddess, but I must sadly depart for I have other engagements to attend to," he said disappearing into the shadows.

Meg kept her eyes locked to the exact spot he had disappeared in. "Having a good time my dear?" Meg jumped and turned around to find that it was only her mother.

"You scared me Mama," Meg said putting her hand to her heart.

"I'm sorry my dear I…" Madame Giry was cut off when Red Death himself clamed the top of the stairs. Meg watched fascinated. She knew in her heart it was Erik. He began to sing:

Why so silent, good Messieurs?

Did you think that I had left you for good?

Have you missed me, good Messieurs?

He began to descend down the stairs. Everyone gasped in horror.

I have written you an opera.

He pulled out a folder filled with music, costume sketches, scene sketches etc.

Here, I bring the finished score.

He throws the folder on the floor in front of the two managers and pulls out a sword with a skull handle.

Don Juan Triumphant!

Madame Giry took her daughter's hand and squeezed it tightly.

Fondest greetings to you all

A few instructions just before rehearsal starts

He notices Carlotta standing there trembling. The Phantom begins walking over to her pointing the sword at her.

Carlotta must be taught to act

Not her normal trick of strutting round the stage

Piangi stands bravely in front of Carlotta, but retreats when the sword is pointed at him.

Our Don Juan must lose some weight

It's not healthy in a man of Piangi's age

The Phantom turns back to the two managers, now pointing his sword at them.

And my managers must learn that their place is in an office

Not the arts

The Phantom spots Christine at the bottom of the staircase looking magnificent. The Phantom puts back his sword and begins to walk towards her.

As for our star, Miss Christine Daae...

No doubt she'll do her best

It's true, her voice is good

She knows, though

Should she wish to excel

She has much still to learn

If pride will let her return to me, her teacher

Her teacher...

Everyone watches the two in silence wondering what is going on. The Phantom looks in her eyes disappointed at her for betraying him. He notices the ring hanging down on her neck, mocking him.Your chains are still mine,

He grasps the ring.
(Spoken)
You belong to me!

The Phantom pulls the ring off of the chain and runs up the stairs. Meg continues to watch with fascination. The Phantom gives everyone a mocking bow and falls into a trap door. Meg smiles at the thought of Erik planning this entire night and still making room to dance with her. Meg was suddenly pulled away from her thoughts when she heard people gasp as the Vicomte De Chagny jump into the trap door not knowing what hidden secrets he will learn and what horrors waited for him in there.