Chapter 6 is now up. Quick shoutout to The hounds girl. Enjoy!

Chapter 6

After I accepted Erik's offer of voice lessons, he took me back up to my room. We entered through what I soon realized was the mirror. Awesome…

"What was that?" Erik asked me.

"What was what?"

He chuckled. "It sounded like you whispered something."

"Oh. It was nothing. I just realized that you're bringing me through the mirror, just like in the story. You have no idea how many girls in my time dream of having their own Phantom bringing them through a mirror like this, but only going the other way." I said with a nervous chuckle.

As he walked me into my room, took my hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it. "I look forward to our next meeting. I will hear you sing and assess your level of skill."

"Alright. Oh, before you go, why did you have me wear this dress?"

"I was going to… no reason. No reason at all." Was his reply.

I shrugged and let him off the hook. "Okay. And don't worry, I won't tell a soul about this. Not even my diary."

He shook his head, a small smile on his face. "Goodnight, Mandy."

"Goodnight, Erik." I called out as he went back through the mirror-slash-door. I crawled under the covers and as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light.

"Mandy, wake up!" I heard as a pillow smashed into my face.

I shot up and looked around, trying to find my assailant. "What the-"

Christine and Meg popped into my sight, Meg holding the pillow. "It's time to wake up." She said.

"We were getting worried. You wouldn't wake up." Christine stated.

Huh, that's weird. Usually, I'm the lightest sleeper on the planet. Maybe the time travel did something to my sleeping habits… "Sorry if I worried you. So, what's first up on the schedule?"

Meg jumped in, explaining everything in complete detail. But I was paying more attention to Christine. She seemed withdrawn, not talking at all. As a matter of fact, she seemed…depressed.

Meg then proceeded to drag me off of my bed and shove me into the bathroom with dress in hand. Once she basically shoved me into the dress and fixed my hair in a little bun, I was ready to go in her eyes.

"Alright, now we go down to the dining hall and get breakfast, then we go to the stage to practice. You can watch from one of the seats if you like." Meg chirped. I only had a chance to nod as she again drug me, this time to the dining hall. Christine silently followed, looking at her feet the entire way.

Once we separated from her, I asked Meg, "What's wrong with Christine? She seems so depressed today."

"Oh, her? I wouldn't worry about it. She gets like this whenever her Angel doesn't come and teach her. But she's always better later on." Meg explained.

"Oh." was all I could say. I think I know the reason for her down mood now…

As we got our food, which finally wasn't soup – it was oatmeal and toast – and sat down to eat, Meg turned to me. "Have you remembered anything yet?"

I shook my head. "No, I still don't know how I got here." Well, it wasn't a total lie…

She smiled sympathetically at me. "Well, I hope you figure everything out soon. I know if I were you, I would hate to be in the dark about everything."

"Yeah," I said distractedly, as I noticed a swish of a cape in the dark corner across from us. Erik, are you doing what I think you're doing?

"So, do you sing or dance?" Meg suddenly asked me.

I was taking a bite of my breakfast when she asked me this. It was so sudden and unexpected that I almost choked. Once I got my coughing spell over with, I gulped. "I sing, but I'm not that good."

"Oh, hush, I bet you're wonderful!" Meg said. "As a matter of fact, sometimes, at night, the ballet girls go to the stage and sing and play around. We're going tonight if you're interested. "

"Phantom?" I asked, feigning confusion.

"Oh, that's right. I haven't told you yet. Well, the Phantom of the Opera supposedly lives underneath the opera house, but no one is brave enough to go and see. He plays pranks on the cast and crew, dropping paint cans or scaring the wits out of the drunken stagehands. But really, he's harmless. Once in a while, we'll see a flash of a white mask or hear the swish of a cape, but they're just figments of our imaginations." She explains. "So do you want to go with us?"

I pretend to think about it, but I already know my answer. "I better not. I don't think you would want to hear me squawk."

"Oh come on," Meg persisted. "I think you would be really good. Christine, don't you think she would be good?" she asked, turning to Christine.

"Christine snapped out of her reverie. "What? Oh, yes, I think you would be really good, Mandy."

I sighed. "Alright, fine. But you two owe me." They didn't hear me over Meg's squeal of joy.