I don't own Phantom of the Opera or any of its characters. I only own Cosarine Carion.

Cosarine's P.O.V.

After the party, Jay took me home. It seemed so strange. That pocket watch seemed to be at the center of it all. I turned over on my bed to look at it on my night stand. It sat there in all its glory, the once stained gold was now glowing with greatness. The rose in the center was now a bright red as if it was brand new and had never been touched before. I felt a scowl find its way onto my face and I reached out to grab the strange piece. I need to go back.

I clutched the watch before realizing that I had no plan of action. Be a ballerina. I trained as one as a child. I just didn't like it. I grabbed my emergency leotard and ballet slippers out of my closet. Slipping it on, I smiled. They would not recognize me out of my Phantom costume. No one would know I've been there before. The plan was perfect.

"I wish I could go back to their world." I pleaded as I held the watch to my chest. I flinched when it began to burn, but did not let go.

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Regular P.O.V.

"Meg! Hurry! Your mother will be angry if we're late again!" Meg smiled at the younger girl as she ran back into the dormitories. She went to go grab her skirt, but stopped as she saw a woman slumped onto one of the beds. Meg crept forward to the woman. She was a brunette who was just a little shorter than Meg herself. The stranger's eyes fluttered open as she shot up in the bed. She looked around in confusion before her eyes landed on Meg. "Oh. Um. I must have hit my head. I'm looking for a Madame Giry."

"That's my mother! I'm Meg. Are you here to replace Lily? She broke her ankle right before the gala." The woman looked confused for a second before nodding. "Ah. Yes! My name is Cosarine Carion. Can you take me to your mother?" Meg nodded and took Cosarine's hand to help her off the bed and lead her to the stage.

"Meg! Why have you decided to be late?" Madame Giry was on Meg as soon as they came on stage. "Maman, I was helping the new girl around. She is here to replace Lily." Madame Giry nodded and motioned Cosarine forward as Meg scurried off to line up with the other ballerinas. "You already know the routine, yes?" Cosarine nodded realizing she did know the stage routine because she practiced when she got bored over the summer.

"Good. Go practice with the other girls. We are starting rehearsals." Cosarine ran next to Meg, where the missing ballerina used to stand. Then, it happened. She looked over and spotted a woman who looked like a cross between Emmy Rossum and Sierra Boggess. It was Christine!

Her happiness was short lived as Carlotta came out singing her infamous Hannibal performance. Like a robot, Cosarine immediately began to dance her part with ballerinas. She was surprised with herself as she performed like an expert. As they finished, Monsieur Le'Fervre stormed onto the stage, while failing to get everyone's attention. Finally, he called on Madame Giry to do the task for him.

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Cosarine's P.O.V.

Oh! I'm at the beginning of the musical! I giggled in delight as I stood in-between Meg and Christine. "May I have your attention please? As you know, for weeks there has been rumors of my imminent retirement. I can now tell you these are all true. And it is now my pleasure to introduce you to the gentleman who now own the Opera Populaire. Monsieur Armand Moncharim and Monsieur Firmin Richard." He then went on to introduce the new managers to Carlotta.

I leaned over and whispered to Christine. "I'm Cosarine Carion. What's your name?" She whispered back, "Christine Daae. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Sadly, Carlotta began to damage our innocent ears with Elissa's aria for the managers. I cringed visibly and Christine and Meg giggled. Soon after, the background dropped and nearly crushed Carlotta.

He's here! The Phantom of the Opera!

Meg sang as screams erupted and people ran as I had to fake being frightened. The managers began to yell and I had the sudden urge to sing. Why not? It's a musical!

The Phantom of the Opera is here!

Planning her doom!

His eyes are everywhere!

Even her room!

When will this man and mysteryyyy?

Make poor Christine swoon?

The Phantom of the Opera is here again!

Don't leave so soon!

I sang it under my breath as to not draw attention. Of course Buquet was blamed, and Buquet blamed it on a ghost. I ran to Meg as she tried to distance herself from the managers. "It's alright." She shook her head as Christine held her shoulders.

"Aren't you afraid?" Christine asked me. "No. Ghosts don't scare me." I gave a faint smile to calm them, but, Carlotta began to cause a ruckus as she shouted about how the managers were idiots, which is true. But, she didn't have to be so mean about it.

"Cosarine? Why aren't you afraid?" Meg inquired. "I don't believe in ghosts or phantoms. I believe in men doing stupid things for attention." I knew that response would get our dear Phantom's attention.

Then, Meg pushed Christine forward. "Christine Daae can sing it sir. She's been taking lessons from a great teacher!" Firmin ignored that request and began to whine. But, Armand was intrigued and called her forward. "From whom?"

"I don't know sir."

"Ah not you as wel. Can you believe it? We have a full house and we have to cancel!" Firmin shouted as if no one was aware of the current predicament.

"Daae? That's a curious name. Any relation to the violinist?"

"He was my father sir."

Madame Giry stepped forward and insisted that Christine sing. Cheeky little..

Then, the aria began.