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Chapter 2

I woke up in a soft bed, not remembering what happened. I was taking my final bows on stage, then I passed out. I woke up in front of the...then I saw...

What the heck was going on here?

I heard the door open and more than one pair of feet make their way to my bed. I looked over to see none other than Madame Giry, Meg Giry, and the ever-so-famous Christine Daae. I thought I was going to faint again, but thankfully, I didn't.

Madame Giry was the first to notice that I was awake. "I'm glad to see you're awake. We were very worried about you."

"Worried about me?"

"Why, yes. Imagine if you had a woman wake up in front of your place of work in a wedding dress." she said.

Now I was utterly confused. "Wedding dress?" I looked down at myself and suddenly realized what she meant: I was still in the wedding dress from the final scene of Phantom. "Oh..."

"Do you remember what happened to you?" Meg asked me. I swear, she was Jennifer Ellison, her mother was Miranda Richardson, and Christine was Emmy Rossum.

What could I tell them? Obviously, the truth was out of the question: they would have sent me to the loony bin if I told them that I was from the future. I just shook my head. "No, Madame, I don't."

All three of them looked at me in sympathy. I hated that look.

"Can you remember your name?" Madame Giry asked me.

Man, they're just full of questions, I thought to myself. Well, I guess I would be too if a strange girl showed up on my doorstep. "My name is Mandy." was all I offered.

"Well, Mademoiselle Mandy, I hope that regain your memory of what happened soon. In the meantime, you are welcome to stay here if you have no other place to go."

Well, of course I have no other place to go. My home is in the 21st century! "Thank you."

Madame Giry nodded, then gasped. "Oh, I have forgotten my manners. I am Madame Giry, the ballet mistress of the opera house. This is my daughter, Meg, and her friend, Christine Daae. We will leave you now so you can get some rest. Girls, come along."

Meg followed Madame Giry out the door, but Christine stayed behind. "Pleased to meet you, mademoiselle." she said before going out the door.

I wish I could say the same, but it's hard when you broke Erik's heart...

I reclined back in the bed when suddenly something fell into my lap. I picked it up and observed it with a shaking hand. It was a blood red rose with a black ribbon tied around it and a note attached. Could it be from him? I opened the note and read it.

"Dear Mademoiselle Mandy,

I welcome you to my opera house. I trust that you will enjoy your stay and give my best wishes in your recovery. I also must warn you to stay away from the backstage area should you decide to explore, the stagehands are not the best - or most sober - of people. I would hate to see a young lady like you be corrupted by their filthy ways. If you experience any problems or require assistance of any kind, please just write me a note and leave it on your vanity.

With sincere regards,

O.G."

Oh my gosh, I actually got a letter from him! I resisted my urge to squeal in joy and set out to look for a piece of paper and something to write with. The closest thing to a pen I found was a quill and ink. I shrugged and sat down, preparing to write. I've always wanted to write with one of these anyways...

"Dear O.G.,

Thank you for the rose and the warning about the stagehands, although if anything does happen, I think I can take care of myself, not to be rude or anything. Your concern touches me. As you may very well know, I am a stranger to this place, but the truth is that I know more than what most would think. In knowing these things, I would like to request a meeting with you. You don't have to accept, of course, but I consider it a mission of mine to know every person I talk with face-to-face. And please, just Mandy would be fine. I don't think I could ever get used to being called 'mademoiselle'.

Sincerely,

Mandy"

I folded the letter and set it on my vanity, leaning it against the mirror. I knew I shouldn't wish for such things, but would I actually get to meet the infamous Phantom of the Opera?

One could only hope.

A few minutes later, Christine knocked on my door and announced that lunch would soon be ready. "Would you like me to bring you some food or would you like to eat in the dining hall?"

I knew that Erik wouldn't dare get my letter while I was still in the room, so I decided to go down to the dining hall with Christine. But I thought of a little problem: what on Earth would I wear? I very well knew that if I walked down there in the wedding dress that people would think me mad. "Um, Christine?" I called out uncertainly. "Are there any extra clothes that I could possibly borrow?"

"Oh, of course." She called from behind the door. "Wait just a moment, I'll go fetch a dress for you."

Ugh, how was I going to get used to wearing these frilly dresses all the time. I was more of a T-shirt and jeans type of girl. But I had to admit that these dresses were very beautiful.

She returned to my room, dress in hand. It was a beautiful shade of dark blue that almost looked like denim. "Will this work?" she asked me.

"Yes, this will be fine. Thank you."

I hurried and dressed, still having the corset and all the underthings on from the wedding dress. The directors had wanted everything as real as possible, so they made all the actors wear period clothing, such as the cursed corset. I would give anything to be back in my T-shirt and jeans.

After I got dressed, Christine led me down to the dining hall, which was already packed with the cast and crew. We got our meager lunch of soup and a roll and ate it fast, as Madame Giry announced that she wanted the ballet to report to the stage in ten minutes. After we finished eating, Christine showed me back to my room. "I'll be back this afternoon to get you for dinner. If you want to, there are a few books in the chest over in the corner."

"Thank you." I said as she went back out the door. But I wasn't really interested in the books at the moment.

My letter was gone, and in its stead, a new one.