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Chapter 5

The opera house she was in and the opera house that stood before her eyes seemed like two different places. She felt her headache getting worse and the knots in her stomach were tightening. She tried to talk but her throat felt incredibly dry.

"Christine, are you feeling well?" A blonde girl said, she was the owner of the squeaky voice.

Suddenly, a loud bang came from the side of the stage and all the girls on the stage quickly got in line.

"What is going on?" It was an older woman. She looked like the squeaky, blonde girl except older. She had her hair tied in a braid and she wore an all black dress and held a cane in her hand.

"Madame Giry, we were all practicing the ballet when Christine fainted. We think her corset was too tight," Piped up one of the girls.

"Meg, take Christine to the dormitories and make sure she gets some rest. The show is in three days and we don't need her fainting again." The squeaky blonde girl nodded and grabbed Orianna by the arm, trying to lead her away from the stage.

It finally sunk in that all this time they were talking about this Christine they were really talking about Orianna. She finally got her voice back and spoke up.

"Wait a minute, why do you keep calling me Christine? My name is Orianna!"

"Oh dear, you've lost your memory. Maybe you bumped your head when you fainted." The girl Meg said. She continued to pull Orianna away from the stage and up some stairs until they reached a room with many beds.

Orianna finally pulled away from Meg and flopped down on one of the beds, her head spinning.

"I am so totally confused." Orianna said, rubbing her temple.

"Christine, what's the matter?" Meg said.

"I have a few questions for you there Meg. What year is it? Who am I? Why am I here? Where is Rosa and Jess?"

"You must have knocked your head hard. It is 1870. You are Christine Daae. You're here to learn ballet and because my mother brought you here and I'm afraid I don't know who Rosa and Jess are. Now, I need to go back to rehearsal and you need rest. I'll check up on you in an hour." She smiled sympathetically and hurried away.

Orianna lay back on the bed and tried to calm down.

"Okay…deep breaths…In and out….In and out…" She sighed and closed her eyes. She tried to think when it all seemed to click. She sat up and looked around.

"By the beard of Zeus…" Christine Daae was the girl that the phantom supposedly loved. She was Christine Daae. Somehow she went back in time to be her for some reason. That's when she noticed her hair. Her hair wasn't the pin straight blonde hair it was before instead it was a curly brown. She supposed the urge to scream and ran around to find a mirror. She finally found en empty room with a large mirror and saw her reflection. She had really curly brown hair and she was rail thin. Her eyes were still big and blue. She smiled and her teeth were bright white and straight. Her nose was a bit bigger but that was it. She sort of liked this new look.

She hated her outfit though. She was wearing a ballerina outfit but with layers of clothing underneath and a corset. She sighed and trudged off to find the room with all the beds to make mouse girl happy. But, as curiosity killed the cat, it made Orianna want to explore more. She wanted to see the opera house in its glory days. She walked around, exploring different places. She found the entrance to the stage, where they made costumes, the stables, and a little chapel to light candles, the rooftop and finally the dormitories. She lay down on a bed, fully exhausted with her escapade. She really wanted to see the full stage and what it looked like but she didn't want any of those ballerinas, the cane lady or the mouse girl to see her.

Just as she got into the bed some of the girls came into the room.

"Feeling any better, Christine?" A red-haired girl asked.

"Yes, lots. Thanks…."

All the girls began to change out of rehearsal clothing and into regular clothes.

"Christine, do you want to come with Anaya," she nodded to the red-haired girl, "and I, to eat?"

"Sure." She sat up and tried to find some pants when she realized they didn't wear jeans. She picked up a plain pink dress and sighed. It took her 15 minutes to get everything right. She slipped on gloves like the other two did and they made their way out of the opera house.

(A/N- Sorry the ending is weak but I couldn't think of anything! Thanks to Galasriniel, Of course you can use that line but you must tell others of my story lol, but other than that oh and say that it was mine and blah blah! But, I love your stories so… be my guest! THANKS! KEEP R&R!)