Hello my faithful reviewers! I was meant to upload this chapter yesterday but I completely forgot. So because these next couple of chapters are quite short, I shall give you two for the price of one hehe. :) I hope you enjoy them! And I hope you all have a great Sunday. :)

Erik's Guest: Yes absolutely! :) It's nice knowing that people actually want to read my work and enjoy reading what I create so thank you. :)

Guest: Yeah, I think there is conflict there but not in that sense. I think it's already becoming obvious that Christine may feel a little uncertain of her feelings. And as for Erik...mwahaha, he shall be along shortly. ;) Just watch this space. :P

Cast List

After our lunch, we headed over to the dressmakers to find a few dresses that had luckily already been made. They were second hand but they were still as beautiful and they cost less too which was handy given that I was due to be paying back both Meg and Christine for the new outfits.

We the headed back to the opera house to see that the cast list for Il Muto had finally been announced. There was a table with a piece of paper on it in the foyer with everybody's names on them and the parts they had secured next to them.

I breathed a sigh upon seeing that I had managed to gain a dancing role. It was better than having nothing to do and it meant that not only could I get more practice for my dancing but I could be more independent too.

"Congratulations!" Meg grinned.

"Thank you Meg! I just hope I'll be able to be half as good as you in the production!" I smiled, before glancing towards Christine, who was still staring down at the paper. "Christine?"

"I shall be playing the pageboy, the silent role." She sighed.

"What, that is ridiculous!" I exclaimed.

"What fools and after your triumphant debut in Hannibal too!" Meg added with a huff.

"I already expected this to happen. It was like you said Meg; they had promised Carlotta the lead role."

"Yes, but I truly thought they were just saying all of that so she wouldn't continue to threaten to leave. I never believed they were actually being serious!"

Christine shrugged, forcing a smile. "Well there is little to be done now. We are due to be performing tomorrow night." She said.

"Tomorrow night?!" I sputtered, groaning in dismay.

"Yes, which reminds, we should probably get to rehearsals after we take your new outfits to the dormitories." Meg insisted.

I reluctantly agreed, following them both up the grand staircase. I was feeling panicked at the thought of only having the rest of today and tomorrow to practice! Though I was sure Christine and Meg both wouldn't mind helping me, they also had their own parts to rehearse.

Rehearsals weren't so bad though, but then that was mainly because I received quite a lot of help from Meg. She was quick on her feet, flexible and agile. She was a born dancer but then I'd always thought she would be, given that she had Madame Giry as he mother.

Carlotta was almost exactly as I imagined her to be from watching the movie and the musical. You heard her before she had even stepped onto her stage, particularly because she had her own entourage. As soon as I saw her, I could tell she had way too much confidence, particularly for somebody with a barely passible voice. Not that I'd have been brave enough to tell her that!

By the time rehearsals was finished, I couldn't wait to go back to the dormitories with Meg. I wanted to make myself feel more at home too. Well as at home as I could, given that my real home was over a hundred years away.

"Will you be meeting with the Vicomte tomorrow instead?" Meg asked whilst we were sat on our beds, ready to retire for the night.

Christine smiled shyly as she replied. "I guess it would depend on when rehearsals would finish."

"I'm sure you should be able to find time for a lunch date, as long as it was only for that of course!" Meg teased, her giggly laugh ringing out.

Christine's face turned a shade of pink at that and just as Madame Giry poked her head around the door to see that we were all still up. She frowned, raising one eyebrow. "Time to sleep, girls."

"But Maman-"

"No arguments, Marguerite Giry!" She warned, before exiting from the doorway.

Meg sighed in response as we reluctantly gathered ourselves underneath the quilts of our beds.

"She probably interrupted at an appropriate time actually." I teased Meg, who glanced round to poke her tongue out at me.