Hello again! Sorry if it took me a while to upload this for you guys, but I was having major writers block with it. So, if the chapter is horrible then I apologize! I tried my best to make it sound good and interesting as like the other chapters, but if it still sounds bad then please just bare with it until I get Ch. 6 up; cause I promise that one will be better. (I actually had that one finished before I even started on this XD)

So, anyways, here is Ch. 5! Enjoy!

Chapter 5 – Back to the Drawing Board

The Opera House was bustling with people as Derik tried to make his way inside. People from everywhere were there in order to get tickets to the next performance in hope to see the mysterious singer again. Derik however was facing a threat worse than death. First Zeb the famous tenor singer leaves and now from what his wife told him is that Ezra has now gone missing! Without a main singer or a cast there was no way they could continue on with the show tonight.

Derik gave a huff as he took off his coat. Nothing seemed to be going his way these past few days. There was no doubt that he wasn't worried about Ezra's disappearance, but with his wife bringing it up every few minutes at home he couldn't help but feel a little bit annoyed. What was so special about the kid anyway? Sure he had a voice of an angel, but did he really matter that much to be keeping his wife up past midnight thinking about what could've happened?

The man shook his head as he continued to make his way upstairs. Thinking about the problem was doing nothing for his nerves. The best thing to do was to try and wait and see if the teen came back or not. The sound of scurrying feet fled through Derik's ears as he looked up to see his wife hurrying towards him.

"Oh, Derik, what on earth are we going to do? Without a cast we can't entertain our guests for tonight!" Violet exclaimed as she hurried towards her husband.

"Now Violet, I'm sure we can think of something."Derik said as he tried to confront his wife the best he good. "Have you heard any other news about Ezra?"

Violet frowned. "No. He's still missing. I don't get it Derik, why would Ezra just leave without telling any of us? I mean his family and everyone is here so why would he leave?"

Derik had to think on that one. What his wife was saying did make sense. It wasn't like for the boy to just walk out and leave unexpected. If he was going to go somewhere and to make sure he wasn't followed, he would've done a better job at covering his tracks.

Unless…

"You don't think he could've been –"Derik started but was quickly shot down when his wife gave him a stern look.

"Don't even finish that sentence. I'm pretty sure he's probably in the Opera House somewhere and we just haven't found him yet."

"Uh, sweetie, do you think we would've found him by now if he was in the Opera House? I mean we've practically searched the whole building up and down, and there is still no sign of the kid." Derik said, trying to reason with his wife.

Violet gave a glare towards the man until finally she sighed. She knew what her husband was saying was right. If Ezra was still in the building they would've found him by now. It was just the fact that she didn't want to believe that something did happen to him.

"I know, Derik. I just…I just didn't want to believe it." She said as she rubbed her hand over her forehead. All of this worrying and searching for the raven teen had made her get a headache. Who knew worrying this much over one person would have you feeling this bad.

With a sigh, Violet lowered her hand back down towards her side until something caught her eye. She didn't know how she didn't notice it before. Her emerald eyes flickered towards where her husband hand was as she saw a white envelope slightly clutched in his right hand.

"Derik, what's that?" she asked, pointing towards the letter.

Derik looked to where his wife was pointing to see the forgotten letter in his hands. He was so caught up in trying to figure out what to do for tonight's performance that he completely forgot about the letter. A frown soon formed on the man's face as he started to fiddle his fingers around the loose opening of the paper. He had read over it and wanted to show his wife what the thing said, but every time he saw it he wanted to do nothing but rip the letter in many pieces to help calm his nerves.

"It's nothing, Violet. Just a letter I got this morning that I really just want to burn and throw away." Derik mumbled, scowling.

Confusion flown on the woman's face as she urged her husband to read it to her anyway.

Derik sighed as he pulled out the small pieces of paper and started reading it.

"Dear Derik,

Just a brief reminder, my salary has not been paid. Send it care of the ghost by return of post; P.T.O. No one likes a debtor so it's better if my orders are obeyed!

Signed,

O.G."

"O.G.? Who's that?" Violet

asked, watching as her husband pocketed the letter into his pants.

"I don't know, but whoever he is apparently we owe him money."

"Money?! B-but…how much?"

Derik stayed quiet for a moment as he adverted his eyes away before mumbling, "$20,000…"

"$20,000?! Is this person crazy?! We don't even have that much after having that huge success from last night! Ugh…what more could possibly go on today?"

"Where is he?"

Both Violet and Derik jumped when they heard the unknown voice. They quickly turned around to see that they're patron, Kanan, was running towards them with a very unhappy look on his face.

"You mean Zeb?" Derik asked as he made his way over towards the slightly fuming man.

A scowl ran across Kanan's face when he heard the mention of the once famous tenor singer. Why in the world would they think that he wanted to see him; the Lasat? Ever since the turn of events after seeing Ezra last night, the man could barely even function himself after witnessing the locked and unfamiliar sound that was coming from the teen's room. He thought he would just confront the raven teen the next day and ask him what had happened, but no, instead he had to get a letter that only fired up his nerves even more.

And now the people he worked with are asking him if he wanted to see the Lasat? As if!

"No, I mean Ezra. Where is he?" Kanan asked, or well, rather demanded.

Derik gave an annoyed huff. "Well how should we know?"

"He freaking lives here, how can you not know where he is? Besides, I got your letter this morning and I would like to have an answer for it!" Kanan demanded as he showed a white envelope to the two adults.

Both adults looked at each other in confusion.

"A letter? We never sent you a letter." Violet said, looking over at Kanan.

"W-what? B-but if you didn't send it then that would mean Ezra wouldn't be…here?" Kanan asked as he tried to piece together the missing pieces in his mind.

"Of course he's not here! If he was then we wouldn't be –"

Violet placed a hand on her husband's shoulder in order to stop him before the two men started to have a fight. "Derik, stop before you start something." She could tell that her husband wanted to protest, but she wasn't going to have it as she threw a warning glare at him.

Once she saw that Derik was going to be quiet, she turned her gaze over to Kanan who was still trying to figure out what was going on.

"Kanan, may I see the letter that was sent to you?" Violet asked as she watched until the letter was in her grasp. Opening the envelope, the woman could see that it was sent by the same person who they apparently owed money to.

"What does it say, Violet?" Derik asked as he tried to read the letter before her.

Violet looked over at her husband. "It says: Do not fear for Mr. Bridger. The angel of music has him under his wing. Make no attempt to see him again."

Kanan clutched and unclutched his hands as he tried to calm himself. After hearing the words from the letter again, he couldn't help but want to pull his hair out without knowing if Ezra was ok or not.

"If you guys didn't write it, then who did?" Kanan asked as he watched the two people before him shake their heads in an attempt to say that they didn't know.

"Where is he?"

Everyone turned around as the watched the front doors of the Opera House open. A very angry Lasat came stomping through the hallways as he made his way over towards the three people, his eyes in a glare as his mouth was up into a snarl. Zeb, the famous tenor singer, was back and he sure as heck didn't look happy about something, or at someone.

Derik and Violet were shocked to see that the Lasat had returned after making sure a huge blow out the last time they saw him. They both told the Lasat that they were happy he was back, but Zeb barely paid them any attention for his eyes were glued on a different person.

"It won't be a happy 'welcome back' unless your precious patron explains himself to me first!" Zeb spat as he glared threatening at Kanan.

Stormy green eyes rolled in annoyance as Kanan crossed his arms over his chest. "And what exactly should I be explaining myself for?"

Zeb snarled. "Don't play dumb with me! I got your little letter and I ain't bloody happy about it!"

Violet raised a brow as she looked over at Kanan in confusion. "A letter? You sent him a letter?"

"Of course not!" Kanan protested.

"You didn't send this?" Zeb asked as showed the man a white envelope.

"Of course I didn't send it! I think I would've remembered if I did!" Kanan slightly yelled as he tightened his hands into fists.

"You dare to tell me that this is not the letter you sent?" Zeb threatened as if testing for the man to prove him wrong.

"And what is it that I meant to have sent?" Kanan asked, snatching the letter from the Lasat's hand. Opening it, he began to read, "Your days at the Opera House are numbered. Ezra Bridger will be singing on your behalf tonight. Be prepared for a great misfortune should you attempt to take his place."

Everyone was silent for a moment as they let the words of the letter sink in. Nothing was making sense. It was almost as if the situation at hand was only getting nowhere without a proper answer fast. First, Ezra disappears and now everyone's getting letters from an unknown person that no one knew. The only positive thing in matter so far was that Zeb came back, but it seemed that the negative factor only got bigger by the minute.

Derik just about had enough with the stupid letters until –

"Ezra has returned."

The quiet, soothing sound of woman speaking flung over to all of their ears as they saw that the green Twi'lek, Hera, standing in the hallway with them.

Violet couldn't help but sigh in relief when she heard the news. "Oh, thank goodness. I thought something terrible had happened to him."

"Do you know where he is?" Derik asked as he wrapped his arm around his wife's shoulder.

"Yes, he's in his room right now resting." Hera said as she gave the two adults a small smile to show that the young teen was fine.

"May I see him?" Kanan asked as he looked over at the Twi'lek woman with hope.

Hera gave a frown as she shook her head. "I'm sorry, Monsieur, but no. He wishes to not see anyone for a while."

The man gave a frown as he lowered his head down in disappointment.

"But, I do have a letter." Hera stated as she pulled out a white envelope from her pocket.

Derik held out his hand. "May I?" he asked as he watched the Twi'lek hand the letter over to him. He gave a quick glance over to his wife before opening it.

"Well, what's it say?" Zeb asked as he crossed his arms, impatiently.

"Gentlemen,

I have now sent you several letters of the most amiable detailing how my theater is to be run. You have not followed my instructions. I shall give you one last chance. Ezra Bridger has returned to you, and I am anxious his career should progress. In the new production of II Muto, you will therefore cast Zeb as the pagegirl and put Ezra in the role of Countess. The role which Ezra plays calls for charm and appeal. The role of the pagegirl is silent, which makes my casting, in a word, ideal.

P.S.

I shall watch the performance from my normal seat in box five which will be kept empty for me. Should these commands be ignored? A disaster beyond your imagination will occur. I remain, gentlemen, your obedient servant.

O.G."

Silence fell the room when Derik finished reading the letter. Whoever this O.G. person was it would seem that he thought he owned the Opera House. No one knew what to say by the sudden change of events.

Zeb gave a growl as the Lasat walked over to Derik, snatched the letter, and ripped it into pieces as he shot a death glare towards Kanan.

"Ezra. It's all about that stupid little brat! I can tell you all who probably sent that! The Vicomte – his lover!" the Lasat yelled as he pointed an accusing finger towards the young man's way.

Stormy green eyes glared as Kanan tightened his hands into fists. "Oh sure, blame me just because me and Ezra have a history together! It's not my fault you didn't get the lead part just because the teen can sing better than you!"

"Why you little –"

"Enough!"

Both men stopped as they looked over to see a fuming Violet.

"I have just about enough of you two yapping at each other nonstop. Whoever this O.G. person is he does not order Derik and me around about are job, and since Ezra is in need working order it is only fair that Zeb gets the leading part while Mr. Bridger plays the pagegirl; the silent role. That is, unless Zeb agrees to the do the show."

Zeb gave a grin. "Of course I'll do the show. My public needs their star don't they?"

"Well then it's settled. On with the show!"

The show was about to start as the Opera House was full of people. Everyone backstage wasn't all that thrilled when they heard that Zeb was back, but were greatly happy that Ezra had returned safely.

Speaking of Ezra, the teen was nervous. He was actually pretty glad that he didn't have to sing in the performance tonight even if he did have to play as a girl. Knowing his luck, Kanan would probably find him and start to tease him nonstop about how cute and adorable he probably looked in a dress, and just embarrass the heck out of him. Just thinking about Kanan's express made him just want to hide under his bed and never come out.

A blush started to form on Ezra's face as he watched until the show started. He had to calm himself down before someone thought he was sick or something. With a deep breath, he closed his eyes in order to calm his nerves. It wasn't going to help him at all when he saw Kanan out there in the audience. He'd probably be grinning like a cheshire cat out there when Ezra had to change out of his clothes. Nothing was going to be good for him tonight.

Suddenly, the lights on stage started to dim slightly as Ezra watched the curtains begin to raise. He quickly, yet carefully, made his way over to where he was supposed to be as the performance started.

While the performance was a success so far, the sounds of the melodic voices brushed throughout the shadows. They seemed to want nothing but to make the unwanted voices stop as they swayed irritated. Amber eyes glowed in the shadows as they watched the performance take place from above the rafters. Even though he sent a letter describing how the performance show have be done it would seem that the two managers at completely ignored his commands all together again.

A low growl started to form in the man's throat as he started to make his way towards the balcony. If they weren't going to listen to him by words, then they might by voice.

Ezra ripped off his boyish disguise as he let the hidden dress fall into place under his clothes. His blue eyes darted straight to the floor when he saw that the extra attire was off of him. He knew if he met the eyes of his crush his face would be as red as a tomato. The only thing he could do was to remain calm and finish the performance without any distractions.

He had just finished his last step when –

"Did I not instruct that box five should be kept empty?"

Gasps were heard throughout the whole theater as he unknown voice boomed in the room. Murmurs started to roam the place as everyone looked up towards the balcony in order to see just who had interrupted the show.

Ezra was frozen in place as he could feel his body start to shake slightly.

"It's him…" he whispered to himself, but apparently it had caught the Lasat's ears.

"Your part is silent you little toad!" he yelled, slightly as he moved over to the side in order to spray some mouth freshener into his mouth.

Ezra gave the Lasat a glare as he started to mess with the sleeves of his dress. Man…how did girls wear these things? They were so uncomfortable and not to mention really flashy in the chest section. Ezra gave a gulp as he look up in the boxes to only regret it.

Kanan was looking at him as Ezra could see that he was wearing his charming smile that would only make the teen's legs quiver on the spot. Blue eyes met green instantly as the raven desperately started to try and cover himself up even if he did look like a complete fool in front of everyone. Who wouldn't want to try and hide themselves when someone was watching your every move with such passion in their eyes that it just made your whole body want to melt into place?

The sounds of violins started to reach Ezra's ears as the teen snapped out of his faze. The Lasat's voice was killing the raven's ears as he tried to act as if nothing went wrong when Zeb's high voice made an awful croaking noise. Everyone stopped what they were doing as laughs and giggles from the audiences started to fill the theater. Ezra couldn't help but snicker a little as well as he watched the Lasat run off the stage in total embarrassment.

The curtains were dropped back down onto the stage as Derik and Violet quickly made their ways onto the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we apologize!" Derik said as he bowed at the audience. "The performance will begin again in ten minutes time as to where the role of the Countess will be instead played by Mr. Bridger!" he said as he looked from behind the curtain and desperately pulled Ezra out onto the stage as the audience cheered and clapped.

"W-wait, what?" Ezra started but to only be thrown back behind the curtain as he quickly started to make his way towards his dressing room.

"Until then, we would like to give you the ballet from Act 3 of tonight's performance in order to show our apologies, thank you." Violet said as she took a hold of her husband's arm, quickly making their way off the stage.

The stage was a horror flick as everyone quickly changed out of their costumes and the stage completely in about just 30 minutes. The audiences were laughing their butts off as they watched the whole thing happen on stage. The theater finally started to calm down when the music of the ballet finally started.

Too bad it would only last for just a few minutes.

Ezra was on his way towards the stage when he heard the bloody scream of his sister on stage. Fear and panic lingered in his mind as he hurriedly made his way towards the frightened people around him, thinking that something must've happened to Sabine, but it wasn't.

The body hanging from the stage was more tragic then Ezra had imagined before his parents died. The cold, lifeless body was none other than…

…Agent Kallus.

There you have it! Please review or PM me if you guys want more of this stuff. Again I apologize if this chapter is TERRIBLE just please bare with it until I get the next one up!

Until next time!

Neow~ :3