Yay, Chapter 11 is up! I'm sorry, but it may be a bit of a cliffhanger, although you may figure out where it's gonna go in the next chapter. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 11

Midnight seemed to take forever to come, but, at last, it did. I dressed for comfort in a T-shirt and jeans. I mean, what was the harm? Erik had already seen me in them and no one else was going to see me.

I found my way to Box 5 with the light from my phone. Of course, it was going to serve a dual purpose: to light my way, as well as to show Erik at least one wonder of my time. I figured he would also like to hear some of the music that was on it. I didn't think he would like the modern day stuff, but maybe the classical songs would be to his liking.

At last, I reached Box 5 with only a stubbed toe. Hey, only one minor injury. I'm getting better at this…

I sat in one of the seats in the box, awaiting my new tutor and mulling over how much my life had changed in the short time I had been there. I went from being a senior in high school, writing fanfictions, and being a normal seventeen year old to being in the timeline of The Phantom of the Opera, about to take lessons from the Phantom himself, and I was pretty sure that the whole story was messed up, all thanks to me. On top of all that, I had no idea how to get back to my time, to my friends and family…

Tears welled up in my eyes at the thought of all the people I had left behind. My parents, Emmy, all of my friends from drama club. Why couldn't I have the best of both worlds? Why couldn't it have been Erik to fall into my world that way I wouldn't feel this loneliness? But then I would feel bad for him because I knew he would feel this same loneliness, missing Christine, possibly even Madame Giry…I wonder if Nadir is in this timeline…..

"Why the tears, mon cherie?"

I jumped at the voice suddenly invading my thoughts. "Will you ever get tired of scaring the life out of me, ghostie?"

He growled as he came out of the wall. "Will you ever get tired of calling me that horrid name?"

"Nope, so I guess we're even." I said, giving a smug smile.

He shook his head. "Very well. Shall we get started with the lesson?"

Two hours of grueling practice later, Erik finally decided to stop for the night. I couldn't be more relieved.

"You show much potential, but you still need some work." He said as we both sat down in the seats of Box 5.

I sighed. "I figured as much. But that means a lot, coming from you. Thanks."

We sat in silence before I felt the bulge in my pocket. "Oh, yeah. I forgot. I brought something and I wanted to know what you thought." I said, pulling my phone out and unlocking it. It blinded both of us for a moment. I turned the brightness all the way down so our eyes wouldn't be assaulted.

"What is it?" Erik asked me, observing it closely.

"It's my phone. I brought it to play some music for you."

His attention was on me when I said the word 'music'. "Music? How can that small thing play music? There are no instruments."

I giggled. "Welcome to the technological advances of the 21st century, ghostie. In my time, you can record the instruments and put the sounds onto something like this phone. You can play it over and over to your heart's content. Well, at least until the battery runs out. Before you ask, I will explain the wonderful work of the battery and a miracle called electricity later. I don't think I'm awake enough to explain those quite yet."

He nodded. "Alright. So, what will you be playing for us tonight, mademoiselle?"

"I figured I'd leave it up to you. I made a list of songs I thought you would enjoy. Look through the list by just sliding your finger over the list. When you see one you like, tap it." I explained, handing the phone over to him.

He took it, hesitation on his face. "Are you sure-"

"Yes, I'm sure. You won't break it, trust me. This little thing has been with me through thick and thin and it hasn't broken yet. I trust it in your hands."

He sighed and looked at the phone in his hands. "It responds to touch?"

"Yup. All you have to do is slide a finger over the screen and tap the name of the song that you want to play."

He took a shuddering breath and gently put his finger on the screen, swiping it upwards. When the list moved along with his finger, he gasped. "What the-"

I laughed. "Do you want me to do it for you?"

He shook his head. "No, I am perfectly capable of doing this simple task." He said as he scrolled again. His eyes widened in amazement. "How does this work?"

I shrugged. "That's been something I've been trying to figure out myself, but I guess only the experts know."

He scrolled for a few seconds, then picked one. "That one."

I saw which song he pointed at: Toccata and Fugue. "I figured you would pick that one. Tap it."

He bounced his finger off of the screen, tapping it with a lot of force. As soon as the song spilled out of the speaker, he tossed the phone away from him and pushed the seat back. I burst out laughing at his reaction.

He pulled himself together, straightening his jacket. I couldn't help but laugh even harder. "Before you say anything, I know: this didn't happen."

He nodded regally. "I am happy to see we are on the same page."

It was silent except for the music coming from my phone. Once the song was over, I asked him, "Do you want to listen to another?"

"Yes. You do have quite a good taste in music." He replied.

A smile broke out on my face. "That means a lot, coming from you. Thank you. Now, do you want me to pick the next song?"

"It is only fair."

I nodded as I took the phone and went through the list. After finding one of my favorites, I selected it and let it play. He gasped sharply and looked at me. "Where did you find this song?"

"Umm…iTunes..."

I do not own Toccata and Fugue, nor do I own Phantom of the Opera...wish I did, though...