Authoress: Hello, lovelies! Another chapter this week! My muse has really gotten the better of me. But, besides that, you may notice something different with the formatting of this beginning.

Erik: Yes, yes. You put whatever we say in front of our names. Now, can we get one with it?

Authoress: No, not yet. First, you must sing for me!

Erik: Really?

Authoress: You wish. Anyways, from now on I will be bringing characters into the introduction so that they may do the disclaimer!

Erik: On second thought, maybe I shouldn't have agreed to this.

Authoress: But you did, so take us away!

Erik: *Sigh* *BLEEPED FOR PRI*- the Authoress does not own anything other than her own characters in this story.

Authoress: You messed up! I thought you said you practiced!

Erik: Oh, no. I am going to pay for that, aren't I?

Authoress: *Evil grin* Dearly. But not in this chapter. On another note, hope you enjoy!

"What..?" I asked, very confused.

"Holy -", he started to mutter.

"Why am I in the Opera Populaire?" I screamed, starting to panic.

"Mademoiselle, please keep your voice down," he said. From his tone of voice, I could tell it was not a suggestion.

"Okay," I whispered, "Please tell me, Monsieur, why I am in nineteenth century France, in a story." He looked offended.

"I am not simply a character in a story. I am a feared mo- man." I sighed.

"Good god," I muttered. "I really don't want to start this conversation with you."

"What, that I am feared? If you know anything about me, as you have said, you know I am very formidable."

"No, the fact that you were about to say you were a monster, but I am not going to go on and on with you now," I said, exasperated. "Now, if you don't know, we just flickered through time and space. I live in the 21st century. You live in the 19th century. I live in the United States. You live in France."

He just stared at me like I was crazy.

"Hello, did we not just flicker through time and space? I'm not crazy, you know." Then I muttered, "My mother had me tested."

"Very well, Mademoiselle, I shall take you to a safe place, then I will try to make sense of your ramblings, but first, we must see an opera."

Erik took her by the hand and led her through a series of winding passageways, which ended in a column just big enough for the two of us. As he opened the hollow column, a wondrous sound flooded my ears. It took me a moment to realize the sound was Sierra Boggess' singing. He climbed out, then helped me down as well. It took me a while to realize, but I was in the middle of the 25th Anniversary musical.

As the song went on, I studied Erik's face. We sat down in the velvet seats, and I watched him as he watched the love of his life, too in depth in her singing to feel my gaze on him. He looked more like the Ramin Karimloo version than any other Phantom. As Raoul faintly sang his part of Think of Me, Erik tilted his head faintly, and I remembered that tilt from the curtain calls- this was most definitely the 25th Anniversary.

I put my head in my hands and muttered, "Great, just great."

When did my life become so complicated? I thought.

When Daddy left and mom started acting strangely, a voice in the back of my head whispered.

Shut up, I growled back. The, I felt a gaze shift towards me. I looked up and found Erik looking at me, again, as if I was crazy.

"Did I say that aloud?" I asked.

"You most certainly did. But, if you don't mind, a little louder, I don't think they heard you in Russia."

I rolled my eyes at his sarcasm, and just watched the opera. I let the music envelope me. She really did have a beautiful voice.

"But please say

That sometimes

You will think

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

-Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Ah-AHHHhh

Of me"

I opened my eyes, stood up, and clapped as loud I could, for I absolutely loved this more than watching the DVD version. I watched everyone else in the house stand up, and while hundreds of roses were being tossed onstage, I wish I had one of my own to show my gratitude.

Once she finished bowing, and the curtain fell, Erik stood up and outstretched his hand.

"My dear," he said, "I believe it is time to go."

Authoress: So, what did you think? I know this was a shorter chapter than last, but I just needed to get it done because this story really needs to move quickly if I am to get where I want it to on time.

Erik: So...no punishment?

Authoress: You will be punished, but it will be lighter than I promised. After all, it was a minor incident. If it happens again, however...you will pay dearly.

Erik: Yes, Authoress.

Authoress: Good. now, go compose, I need something to get me through to the next update. Anyway, thank you for reading! Ii hope you enjoyed this chapter and remember to review, favorite, comment, and follow, as these are all confidence boosters!

I also want to thank Master Tigress for reviewing at such an early stage, and to respond, I will keep this story going for as long as I can.