A/N: Well here is another chapter! Thanks to the reviewers! I am glad your enjoying my story thus far. Anyway first off I would like to say that "Pelléas et Mélisande" is not ananonomys workand that Achille-Claude Debussy wrote it, but for the sake of my story lets play pretend. Also this isnt really based on any particular fairy tale, its really just a plot point/filler chapter. Anyway i hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I dont own Phantom of the Opera or Pelléas et MélisandebyAchille-Claude Debussy.

Andre Montclair grumbled angrily under his breathe while peering over score after score of music samples for the winter season. Everything had to be perfect. now with their diva back in the opera house safe and sound the two managers only had to secure four arias and anopera for the close coming winter production season.

Richard Firmin sighed from across the room and tossed a sheet of music aside and stretched. "Seriously my good friend, all of the music samples are dreadful! I cant stand to look at another!" he exclaimed loudly.

"Yes, I feel the same way but I am afraid we must until we find something to compliment the opera!" Andre replied.

"What opera!" Firmin shouted throwing up his arms.

"Might I make a suggestion sir?" came the familiar voice of the opera houses ballet mistress from the doorway.

Firmin glanced her way and rolled his eyes. "Sure, why not?"

"Richard lets hear what she has to say." Andre sighed, rubbing his temples.

Madame Giry walked over to Andre's large mahogany desk and slapped down a leather bound folder that was filled with newly written on parchment.

Andre took the folder out from under the woman's hand and opened to find an opera score written in the sweeping strokes of a master. Andrea peered at the title of the opera.

"Pelléas et Mélisande by Erik Gurrior." Andre said aloud to the other two people in the room.

"Well, what's it about Andre?" Firmin asked intrigued.

"Well I haven't read it yet now have I? But it seems Romeo and Juliet inspired, no?" Andre asked partly to Madame Giry.

"If you would like Monsieur to save time you could always read the summery in the back of the piece." She sighed sounded slightly annoyed.

"Summery?" Firmin questioned.

"Yes, a summery monsieur Firmin, as is the custom of any composer to put the summery of his work in the back to save the buyer time." She was the who rolled their eyes now as both men looked at one another dumbfounded.

Andre cleared his throat and mumbled "Oh. Yes, of course." In an attempt to save face. He turned to the back and found the summery written in the same beautiful handwriting. "Pelléas et Mélisande, is as subtle and haunting as the story of the mysterious and beautiful creature Mélisande, coaxed from her dark forest home to secretly wed Golaud, whom is the grandson of King Arkël of Allemonde of the near by kingdom. The King forgives his son Golaud for marrying the fairy girl. One day though, Mélisande was wandering in the garden with her husbands younger brother Pelléas, while with him she drops her wedding ring in a pool in the garden, magically causing her husband to be injured in a fall from his horse. From his bed, Golaud sends Mélisande after the enchanted ring to save him. Pelléas accompanies her and while together they fall innocently into childlike love. Jealous of his brother, Golaud warns Mélisande away from Pelléas. But because of her undying love she agrees to a last meeting with Pelleas, and the couple abandon themselves to their premonitions of doom. Suddenly in the midst of it all, Golaud bursts on to the scene and slays Pelléas and chases Mélisande, wounding her slightly. Later after burying her love she gives birth to a girl and Mélisande quietly dies, resisting repentant Golaud's pleadings and denying any guilt to the end." Andre finished.

"My goodness..." Firmin started.

"It's quite amazing and if you read the music and look at the scale you will see it easily fits miss Daae's range perfectly."Madame Giry claimed nonchalantly.

"Yes, well then we must take it directly to the Mistro!" Firmin said rising with Andre following in close pursuit holding the opera close like a baby.

Madame Giry smiled slightly watching the two men scamper off. "They seem to like it." she said out loud.

"Yes it seemed they did." a voice responded from the shadows.

"Perhaps we can show some of Erik Gurrior's arias for the pre show."

"Those idiots don't even have arias for the seasons pre show?" the man said irritated as he stepped out of the shadows his billowing black cape gathering in folds around his ankles.Madame Giry turned amused eyes toward Erik as he causally leaned on the wall looking annoyed. His jet black hair was in perfect place along with the stark white mask that covered half of his face.

"Well, I am sure they will be looking for arias that compliment their new opera," she smiled and tapped her instructors cane on the wood floor for good measure.

"Is that you way of mandating me to write the arias also?" he grinned slightly.

"Well you already knew you were going to do it, and it isn't like it will take you long. But I

feel like I am more on top of things if I demand them," she grinned and walked past him and out the door.

He laughed slightly to himself and walked back into the shadows and down one of his many trapdoors to his cellar home to create the arias.

-o-

Monsieur Reyer brought his hands down swiftly causing the orchestra to take their bows from the vibrating strings and then placed their hands on the neck of their instruments to make the swelling sound of their music halt in a dramatic end.

Andre and Firmin clapped enthusiastically from the plush velvet seats they sat in. The Mistro turned to the two men sitting in the house of the Opera Populair. "Sirs, I do believe this is some of the best music I have ever heard the orchestra play. I think that it is an excellent choice for the winter opera. Now it's just a matter of hearing the sad words sung, no?"

"I couldn't agree more Monsieur Ray-uh..." Firmin struggled with the name slightly before turning to Andre only after catching the mistro rolling his eyes and huffing out an annoyed breath.

"Yes, yes, someone go fetch the Daae girl. Shes the only obvious choice for Mélisande isnt she?"

-o-

Christine ran her finger tips over the cold smooth glass of her dressing room mirror and sighed."Why haven't you come back to sing to me?" she whispered.

He never came back, not even to sing his low sad song that she used to believe only a figment of her imagination due to intense loneliness. He no longer wanted to be her angel, he must hate her. "I don't hate you...don't hate me." She said a tear sliding down her face.

A brisk knock sounded before someone opened the creaky wood door. Christine wiped the tear away quickly and stood watching the ballet instructor walk into the room. "Christine darling the managers would like you to come down to the house to sing a part for them. It seems they have found an opera." Madame Giry smiled slightly and waited for the girl to leave the room before she closed the door and followed.

-o-

Erik finally pulled his hand from the glass of his mirror window into her world. "I don't hate you." He stood and watched as the mark of her palm on the glass got swallowed by the cold. He felt tears brimming, he couldn't stand watching her loneliness progress to depression. He leaned his head against the glass and rested his palm again were hers had been minutes ago. "I love you."