Hello my Phantom fans, I am back! I am sorry that I did not update. I have been very busy for the past month. My job, studying for my exam, and my biggest news... I RECEIVED THE LEAD ROLE IN MY COMMUNITY THEATER PLAY! I am so excited for it! Again the next chapter will take some time because of life and my next update is my Merlin story. Please be patient with me.

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Also... HAPPY 30TH BIRTHDAY PHANTOM OF THE OPERA!

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Brie's POV

It began to feel as though I would either lose my stomach or my mind if I didn't escape the cabin below deck. Learning that I have a lover that I don't remember was enough to make me want to burst through the doors and jump into the sea. Was this happening? Was this real like before or did I pass out in the Fun House and my unconscious mind created it? I clung to the cold, metal rail as though it would give me an answer. What life did this Brie make for herself, anyway? She was supposed to be with Erik! Or I was supposed to be... Oh, Erik... The thought of him blurred my eyes and I felt a tear join the ocean's spray on my cheek. I've missed him every day and now I return to discover I'm with a guy named Adam and not him? I know I should've moved on, but what helped get me through the last two years was picturing this me being with him and now I don't even have that!

I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself by staring up at the sun as it disappeared behind the clouds. I became lost in my memories. So deep into the world of them that I didn't notice someone walk up behind me. I shrieked when a large hand touched my shoulder and almost slipped over the railing as I tried to twirl around. However, the same hands grabbed me around the waist and held me close.

"Brieanna, are you all right?"

I couldn't stop myself from gripping my rescuer's strong arms for balance, and gasped when my eyes caught his. They were as blue as the waves he saved me from with curly blonde hair as warm as the sun. This handsome stranger was just tall enough to lean down and rest his forehead against mine, though his concerned smile seemed to stop him. My lips uncontrollably parted as my heart fluttered, but thankfully I was able to find my voice.

"So blue," I mumbled softly, but when my cute savior raised his eyebrow I realized what I said and flushed. "Your eyes. They're blue, but you know that. Blue's cool - I mean...doesn't matter. Thank you! I'm fine. I am fine...now."

He chuckled before slowly releasing me. I grabbed on the rail to keep my balance as I stared at him. He looked concerned as he slowly stepped toward me. "Brieanna, are you sure you're all right? You do remember me... don't you?"

I tried to remember where I knew him from. He wasn't in the 2004 Phantom of the Opera movie or in the Australian movie version of Love Never Dies. So, there was only one person he could be. I frowned, curious and intrigued, and whispered, "Adam?"

He smiled, relieved and joy flooding his eyes. He instantly grabbed my hands and said, "You do remember! I knew you could not forget who I was, my love."

Without warning, he passionately cupped my face in his hands and brought his lips to mine. My whole body froze in shock as he continued to kiss me as though we were on the Titanic! I couldn't breathe became I was in shock when he kissed me and I started to tremble. When a hand slid to below my waist, I regained control of my body. I pushed myself out of his hold until my back pressed against the rail. As soon as his mesmerizing blue eyes opened, I slapped him across the face. I cringed the moment I saw my reddening hand-print form on his cheek, as well as how distraught those eyes became, but I couldn't help it! When a stranger grabs you and kisses you, your instinct is to stop it! To get away! But there was more...something was between us. On his side of things anyway.

"You kissed me!" I exclaimed, the shock returning as my fingers touched my lips. "Why did you kiss me?" He reached for my hand, but his action put me on edge and strengthened my voice. "Touch me again and I'll scream."

Adam rubbed his cheek but I could tell by his look that I hurt his feeling more than the slap on his face. "Brieanna, I would never hurt you."

Somehow, the calm and compassion in his voice turned my shock into anger. "Never hurt me? I don't know you! And you just kissed me without permission! There's no telling what you would or wouldn't do!"

He glanced down at his hands and took a few step back. He seemed confused, sad even, but I was too upset to have any desire to make him feel better. I turned my back to him for the comfort of the waves. I say his name and that means he can kiss me? I'm not this Brie.

"Forgive me, I was too forward in my delight of your remembering us. I should not have kissed you like that."

I heard the pain in his voice behind me and I could feel my anger subsiding. I didn't turn to him, but I replied softly, "Christine told me your name, that's how I knew it. I'm sorry, but I... I don't remember you. I don't remember us."

If I had heard footsteps, I would've thought he left me on the deck alone. I finally returned from the rail and looked at him. Adam kept his distance from me as he stared out at the sea. Now he couldn't bring himself to look at me, but it was clear how empty he was...and it was because of me. "You truly do not remember me? Us?" His voice was so soft I had to step closer to hear. "You don't remember how we met? Where I courted you?" Adam gazed at my hand and I saw his fingers twitch, yearning to hold it. "How much I love you?"

Once again, I couldn't catch my breath and my arms quivered. Did Adam just say he...loves me? Oh, no! This is not good. I can't love him back! He's a stranger to me. Though, clearly, I'm not one to him. How was I supposed to handle this?

"I'm sorry..." I whispered, casting my eyes down. "I don't remember anything."

Whether it was my guilt or surprise or fear or just my imagination, I could've sworn I felt his heart shatter in my own chest. I knew I broke the young man's heart in front of me, how could I not? When someone you love tells you they don't know you after slapping you for kissing them, your heart will surely be broken. I didn't want to hurt my handsome rescuer, but I couldn't lie to him.

Adam's shadow moved across my face as he moved closer to me, slowly and respectfully. I looked up and met his eyes now reddening like his cheek from tears he was keeping locked away. "If you would permit me, I would like to take you to the Topside Restaurant. I would very much like for us to get reacquainted and perhaps I may be able to help with recovering some of your memories." He gently held out his arm and gave me a hopeful smile. "Please?"

"Your salmon, Monsieur," the waiter said as he brought us our lunch. "And your salad, Mademoiselle."

Adam nodded kindly in thanks while I just gave an awkward smile before staring at the green leafy salad in front of me. This restaurant was fit for first class and it felt as though the air would break if I spoke. I smoothed out my dress, thankful I decided to change before leaving the cabin. It seemed Adam felt the same as I did as I noticed him straightening his tie and absently sip at his tea. I never even touched the silver salad fork.

When I finally forced myself to lift my eyes and meet his, all I saw was someone as lost for words as me. Strangely enough, I took comfort in it and decided to start the inevitable conversation myself. "So could you tell me...about us?"

Adam was now able to meet my eyes, his hand steadying as he lowered his cup. Still, I could sense that there was a lot he wanted to tell me and it wasn't until a ghost of a smile brushed his lips that he realized where to start. "It was five years ago, when I first laid eyes on you. I was in London, apprenticing with my father's business, when I saw a poster of you. Brieanna Daae to perform at the Mystical Opera Place! I had heard of your talent, but nothing compared to hearing your voice on stage. I was forever enchanted by it. Unbeknownst to me, it was proven difficult to get an audience with such a renowned singer, so I decided to write to you. I only wished to convey how your voice touched me, how it brought beauty and light into the world." He paused for a moment and gave me the warmest smile. "I did not expect you to write back, but you did. We spoke in letters for a year before we were able to meet in person and in that time I even wrote you a few poems."

I blinked as I suddenly smelled parchment and felt ink stain my fingertips. I looked down to obviously just see my hands fidgeting with the napkin in my lap. What just happened? I glanced up to Adam staring at his tea as he thoughtfully stirred. "You told me your favorite was, The Night Song, and that you even recited it before a performance."

"As night will darken skies and glow with stars,

An angel's voice to soothe a hundred souls,

Her song of love will find the hearts of ours,

More beauty fair and bright in every role.

She sings of joy and brings the crowd to tears,

For herself, song gives life to dreams so true,

Her notes are carried far beyond their cheers,

Each night she dances while her lyrics flew.

For one blissful night, did I hear her song-"

"Her voice forever to my heart belong," I finished for him in a whisper. I couldn't take my eyes off him, and I was stunned to silence. How did I know the end of his poem? Why did it sound so familiar?

Adam smiled and whispered back, "Yes, that's right. Every word was for you."

I felt a smile slightly pull on my lips, but I held it back and smoothed my hair to regain myself. "It's beautiful. I can understand how, when we met after my concert, we were together. Or so Christine says," I tried not to mumble, but the poetic lines echoed in my head.

"Not immediately after your second concert in London. You were hesitant, skeptical even, of my courting you." Adam's voice was as calm as the compassion in his eyes, almost as if he didn't want to upset me. "After a few months of getting to know each other, you told me that your last relationship ended painfully. You never spoke of him after that, you never even told me his name, but I promised I would never hurt you or let anyone else cause you harm...for as long as you'd have me." At my shaking breath, Adam gently leaned forward and vowed, "No matter what you may remember I will keep true to that promise."

Finally, I was able to smile. It was small, the taste of sorrow floating in my mouth, but his sweetness moved me. I found it hard to believe that he could promise to protect someone who doesn't remember him, who doesn't love him back, but Adam did. Adam loved me enough to do so. All I could hear was my heartbeat pounding in my chest. I needed to figure out how I was going to move forward. This Brie did by letting go of her last love...my Erik. According to this Brie, the relationship ended badly but what did that mean? What happened? Did he die? No! He couldn't be dead! Did he leave me? Did he not love me anymore? Was there someone else? Those questions were too painful and I had to swallow the tears for another time.

"Thank you, Adam. That is very sweet of you," I whispered.

He smiled and bowed his head before sipping at his tea. I felt myself fidgeting so I decided to finally lift my salad fork and puncture the crisp greens in the chilled bowl. As I slowly chewed my salad, I thought of what would become of Adam and I. It was clear he cared for me a great deal and that he was an important part of this Brie's life... and if I was honest, I couldn't deny the connection between us. Maybe we could become friends as he helped me with my lost memories. However, the ones I wanted were the ones of Erik. Being back in the Phantom World felt wrong without him. Deep down it felt like it would stay that way, like I wouldn't see him again. Christine said it has been ten years, just like in the musical, 'Love Never Dies.' Ten years is a long time and just because Christine got to be reunited with him in my world, doesn't mean I will in his.

I shook my head. There were more important things to learn than just thinking about Erik. I glanced up at Adam and asked, "Well, you know a lot about me so why don't you tell me about you?"

Adam looked relieved at my genuine interest in getting to know him so he happily told me about his interests. He loves the arts, though his favorite is painting as he has a natural talent for it. He wanted to travel around the world to see and capture its beauty so accompanying me on my tours was more than one dream coming true for him. Adam's father was angry with him in the beginning for wanting to study art and not take over the family business, as Adam was not only the heir but his apprentice. As it turns out, after meeting me and seeing his son's talent, his father finally accepted Adam's choice.

As the sun began to shine lower in the sky, I realized Adam and I had been talking for a long time. I decided that I needed some time to myself, declining Adam's offer to walk me to my cabin. Thankfully, he didn't need much convincing and I was able to explore the ship on my own for a while. It was larger than I expected so finding my way back to my cabin took some time. The sea had not quite swallowed the sun yet, so I sighed at the knowledge that there was still time for me to relax before dinner. Not that I wanted to eat. It may be smooth sailing right now, but I was feeling a little sea sick. As I clutched the doorknob to balance myself, I heard a young voice calling my name. I turned around to see a brunette boy slam into me, his arms gripping my waist tightly. He nuzzled into my stomach and squeezed me even harder like if he let go I would disappear forever.

"Aunt Brieanna, you're all right! I was so worried about you," said the boy as he looked up at me and smiled.

Ok, who is this kid and why did he call me Aunt Brieanna? I felt I was going to lose my lunch if he didn't let go soon. Nervously, I placed a hand on the boy's head and replied, "Um, yes. I'm fine-"

"Gustave, I told you no running on the boat! You could have hurt yourself!"

I felt the boy stiffen when he heard the commanding voice. He slowly let go of my sensitive waist and apologetically looked at the speaker. I slightly gasped when I saw that I was staring at Raoul. He looked just as I remembered, except the years showed on his face and his hair was cut shorter.

Raoul crossed his arms over his chest and the boy hung his head, softly saying, "I'm sorry, Father."

"Raoul?" I asked just as softly.

He looked up at me and his stern face slowly turned into a gentle smile. He took one of my hands and patted it softly. "It is good to see you are awake, Brieanna. You had your sister worried for a while," he said. Raoul looked down at the boy, kindly now, and beckoned him to come closer. "I hope you remember your nephew, Gustave."

I was confused as I looked down at the boy. "Gustave? My nephew?"

The little boy walked up to me with a pleading stare. "You know who I am, don't you Aunt Brieanna?"

I looked down at the ten-year-old to see he what you could only call puppy dog eyes. My heart melted at the boy's innocent face. I didn't want to break his heart, but I had never met him before that moment. A thought came into my mind. I recalled that the name Gustave was Christine's father's name and in the musical 'Love Never Dies', that was the name of the character of Christine's and Erik's son. If this Gustave is my nephew, then he must be Christine's and Raoul's son. Suddenly, I smiled at the handsome young man staring up at me.

"Yes, of course I remember you. How can I forget my little goosy?" Little goosy? Where did that come from?

Gustave looked thankful and rolled his eyes. "Aunt Brieanna, I'm too old for that nickname. I'm not five anymore!"

I giggled as I knelt down in front of him. I placed my hand on his cheek and said softly, "You maybe growing up, but you are still my little nephew. I mean, who would help me with my singing and still dance like a little bird with me?"

The boy giggled and instantly wrapped his arms around my neck. "I am so happy you're ok."

I was stunned at first, but I still wrapped my arms around his tiny waist. I looked up at Raoul to see him slightly smiling at us. I did notice that he had bags under his eyes, like he hadn't slept in a while or was very stressed. I began praying that this Raoul won't be as bad or worse as he was in 'Love Never Dies' with the drinking and gambling.

Raoul cleared his throat to signal Gustave to release me. When the boy slowly let go, he walked back to Raoul. "Now, I am sure Brieanna would want to get ready and refresh for supper. Why don't you go find your mother and remember not to run?"

"Yes Father," replied the boy.

As soon as Gustave left, Raoul walked up to me and placed his hand on my arm for comfort. "Brie, are you sure you are all right? I was worried sick. Christine was afraid you would be so hurt and confused that you couldn't sing in New York at the Metropolitan Opera House," he said frantically.

"Raoul, I promise I'm fine. I am still a bit confused, but I'm not hurt and I still remember how to sing." I stopped and remembered what he had just said. "Wait, did you say we are heading to New York? And I'm singing where?"

Raoul looked confused and concerned. "Yes, we are going to New York to have you perform in America. As your manager, I was able to get you a spot for you to sing in New York for one night. Mr. Bodor said he will pay us very well if you would sing at the Metropolitan Opera House."

I was taken aback by his statement. Pay us very well? What was that supposed to mean? "Pay us well? If I am only singing for one night why would he pay us very well?"

"Brieanna, traveling to America for you to sing isn't free. We need to make up for the cost somehow."

I looked down at my feet. I suppose that makes sense, but I started to worry that Raoul was overcharging my performances in order to pay off his own debt. Suddenly, I remembered that if we were heading to New York, what if Phantasma was there? Wasn't Christine supposed to sing for Mr. Y? Clearly I'm not. Maybe Phantasma or Erik won't be there. I knew what I had to do. I'd just follow the story plot and go with the flow.

"All right, I'll sing at the Metropolitan Opera House. When will we arrive?"

"I believe we will be there in three days." Raoul took out his pocket watch as he continued, "I must return to Christine. Either Adam or I will come retrieve you for supper, all right Little Lette?"

I laughed and felt a forgotten happiness when I heard my old nickname. I did miss that nickname. After I agreed, we went our separate ways. I walked into my cabin and placed a warm robe around my shoulders. I looked out of my window to see the sun was finally setting behind the sea. It was so beautiful, for a moment I thought I was looking at a painting. The sun was a shining gold and flowing red melting into the darkening mist of the blue ocean. As I watched the sun disappear, I started to sing softly to myself.

"In sleep he sang to me. In dreams he came. That voice which calls to me and speaks my name. And do I dream again for now I find. The Phantom of the Opera is there, inside my mind."

3rd POV

After an endless day and tiresome evening, the cast and crew was getting ready for the night's events at Phantasma. The dancers were rehearsing in their costumes. The chefs were creating delicious foods and treats. The stagehands were checking to see if the sets were in place. Everyone was so busy with the final preparations that they did not notice one of the circus performers named Fleck, running with a newspaper in her hands. Fleck was one of Mr. Y's personal helpers, along with her friends Squelch and Gangle. She was looking all around for them, until she found Squelch and Gangle near the candy booth.

"There you two are! I was looking everywhere for you," she explained as she tried to catch her breath.

"My dear Fleck, you should have known Gangle and I would be near the candy before the show starts," chuckled Squelch.

As Gangle popped a jelly bean into his mouth, he asked, "What's so important that you were rushing to find us?"

She shoved the newspaper into their faces as she said, "Look at today's paper! It states that Miss Brieanna Daae is heading to New York and will be singing at the Metropolitan Opera House for one night! Do you not see? The Master will be thrilled to hear that his angel is coming to New York!"

Gangle was so shocked that he dropped his bag of jelly beans. "Brieanna Daae? I thought she would never come to America. The Master tried many times to find her and tried to find a way to have her perform in Phantasma."

"I believe the Master thought he lost her forever. There have been rumors that either that Raoul fellow would not allow her to sing in America just yet or that she is secretly in a relationship with another man," said Squelch softly.

Fleck looked down at the picture of Brieanna and said, "But we still need to tell the Master."

"Tell the Master what?"

All three of them gasped in fright as they turned to see Mr. Y, aka The Phantom, standing behind them. Erik was on his way back to his lair when he saw his three helpers whispering among themselves. Curiosity got the best of him.

Fleck slowly handed Erik the newspaper. After reading the headline and the article, Erik's eyes slowly widened and his mouth fell open in shock.

"Brieanna is coming to New York," he said softly.

"Yes Master, it says that she will be singing at the Metropolitan Opera House for one night. We do not know how long she will be staying," said Gangle.

"We believe that she might leave a week or two after she sings," said Fleck.

The wheels in Erik's head turned ardently until a plan formulated in his mind. "How much is Mr. Bodor paying her to perform at the Metropolitan Opera House?" he asked.

"About $3,000 Master," said Fleck.

"Call Mr. Bodor and tell him we will pay him $5,000 for letting Brieanna sing here at Phantasma," exclaimed Erik.

As Mr. Y started to walk to his lair, the other three followed him. They knew how much the Phantom loved Brieanna and that he would do anything in his power to reclaim her.

"But Master, if we do convince Mr. Bodor to release his contract with Brieanna and have her sing at Phantasma, how will you convince her to stay here? Her manager might try something," said Squelch.

Erik stopped walking, causing Fleck, Squelch, and Gangle to bump into each other. Erik slowly turned to them. His eyes hardened at the acquisition. "How will I convince her to stay, you ask? You three will personally bring her here. We will double her pay, allow her and anyone who came with her to stay in our most expensive suite for free, and I will finally be reunited with my love. I do not care for that... fop of a manager. I will not lose my Angel of Music ever again. Mark my words, she will be mine."

As the three performers watched as their Master walked away from them, they decided to do what he had said and prepared for Brieanna's arrival. When Erik opened the doors to his lair, he walked over to the Brieanna mannequin. He slowly touched its face as he said to himself, "Soon my Angel, we will be together again."

And there you have it, another chapter done. Again, the next chapter will take some time so please have patience with me. The next update will be my 'My Magical Wish' story and then I will be back with 'Red Rose Nightmare.' Do not forget too favorite, follow, review, and until then...

Grapejuice101

P.S. AGAIN HAPPY 30TH BIRTHDAY PHANTOM OF THE OPERA!