Hey y'all! Well, the few actually reading this... Early upload, Thursday instead of Saturday. "Why?" You ask? Well, my birthday is conveniently on Saturday, and I am traveling to New York tomorrow! Woot! So that's why I uploaded early!

Starting with a POV Change

To prepare for my new student I had to quickly make some sketches, tidy up a bit, and write a new letter. Instead of the typical rose I decided to take one that I had dyed blue. Dodging drunkards attending the rafters, I came to her room. Pushing the rose I had previously set on the table aside and placing a new one took the last of my time. I had barely gotten through the mirror when Madame Giry guided Vienne out of her crowd of admirers. Christine couldn't have done it any better. I was surprised at how easily I had let go of her. One part of my mind said that my work would go to waste, and the other said to look at what's in front of me. A beautiful, tough, talented young lady. They looked at the new rose, and Madame Giry left after stuttering on about how I would know Christine wasn't here. Vienne read the letter and sat down for a minute. I saw how she got a bit frightened. Understandable, but I had never seen fear from Christine. Either she was never afraid, or she couldn't see why she should be. I quietly laughed at myself for thinking Christine was brave, then scolded myself for thinking that. Again, the two sides in my mind battled for right of way. Vienne was also thinking deeply, and jumped a bit when the new patron came in. He carried more flowers, invited her to dinner, and left to get his carriage. Vienne changed out of her costume while I was pacing down the corridor, fuming. This Vicomte wants her? Right after I had decided she would be mine one day?! I ran back to the mirror and used the multiple fireplace kindlers to blow out the candles in the room. Vienne, once again being sensible, went to the door, which I had locked after the Vicomte left. I then did my normal routine, but yelling at the Vicomte.

I had five more minutes before midnight, so I changed out of my costume from tonight. Meg had left me some clothes, and they fit perfectly. Once I stepped out from the boards that gave privacy, I don't know their proper name, all the candles blew out. The room dropped in temperature a bit, probably because the room was emptied of fire. I went to the door, suddenly wanting to go on that date with Raoul. As I thought, it was locked. These doors would lock on both sides, but you needed a key. I scoured the room for a fancy old timey key as the ceiling seemed to shout.
"Insolent boy, this slave of fashion! Basking in your glory! Ignorant fool, this brave young suitor, sharing in my triumph!"
"Your triumph? I performed tonight." I could almost hear the gasp. Women in the 1800s didn't speak out much, especially against men.
"Miss, Carlotta didn't sing tonight. That alone is a triumph for me," said the Phantom of the Opera. Yeah, how did I not get that sooner?

Him. The one who left me the letter. The 'Angel of Music'. I almost laughed. The fearsome Phantom was trying to win over the new chorus girl. It was enough to make the whole 'me time traveling into the past, conveniently landing in a historical disaster' thing better.
"Especially her replacement, you excelled tonight," he praised.
"I believe that you had some questions, better ask them, I have somewhere to be," I mocked. I seemed to have hit a nerve there, as he shouted, "You will not go!" I rubbed my gloves nervously, always forgetting that they were there.
"Where would you prefer I go?"
"With me." I almost lost it right there.
"Sure, but where would that be?"
"Look at your face in the mirror, I am there inside!" Okay, I am so surprised I haven't collapsed on the floor laughing yet. Yet. I looked at the mirror and saw a face. Okay, a bit creepy. The mirror slowly opened to show the Phantom of the Opera, tall, pale, and very handsome. At least the parts you could see. He also wore gloves, but his wrists were visible. He had on a suit, which was normal for guys in France, and covering half his face was a white mask.
"I am your Angel of Music, come to me Angel of Music," he sung gently. I would have laughed there, but I was interested. I walked through the mirror, to see how he went around doing this.

POV Change

Everything went better than expected. There were moments where I heard her inhale sharply, surprised about how this was turning out. I sounded too desperate, though. I wasn't myself. I led her down the tunnel, newly adorned with candles and cleaned of cobwebs. Christine would have appreciated it. Why hadn't the guard found her? I shook away the thought and looked to see Vienne. She held a small smirk and looked around, interested. I continued forward, looking back every now and then.
"In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came. That voice which calls to me, and speaks my name. And do I dream again, for now I find The Phantom of the Opera is here, inside my mind." Perfect. Everything was going as planned. If everything stayed on plan, even better. The brief moment of thought was interrupted by my realizing of how I haven't responded.
"Sing once again with me, our strange duet. My power over you grows stronger yet. And though you turn from me, to glance behind, The Phantom of the Opera is there, inside your mind."
"Those who have seen your face draw back in fear. I am the mask you wear,"
"It's me they hear."
"Your/my spirit and my/your voice, in one combined. The Phantom if the Opera is there, inside your/my mind,"
We had gone down into the rivers underneath the house and gotten into the boat. She clung onto the front looking out at candles rising from the water. I felt like seeing how well she would do in our next opera, make sure her voice was up to proper standards.
"Sing, My Angel of Music"
"He's there, the Phantom of the Opera." She began vocalizing. Simple notes at first, ones even Carlotta could reach without screeching.
"Sing."
There, better. She kept going higher and higher. Just one more.
"Sing for me!"
The gate to my 'home' rose as I secretly hit an underwater lever with the pole used to steer the boat. I pushed the boat to the stone floor an jumped out, removing my cape.
"I have brought you to the seat of sweet musics throne. To this kingdom where all must pay homage to music, music. You have come here, for one purpose and one alone. Since the moment I first heard you sing, I have needed you with me, to serve me. To sing for my music, my music."

POV Change

I was mocking him, okay? He took it much more serious than I thought. I played along for a bit, clinging to the front of the boat as we got in, but I was fascinated by the rising candles. This man is a genius. And he wants me. After one day, he wants me.
The gate rising, very clever, but I caught the trick. When the gate started rising he pushed the boat harder, and more downwards. A lever or button was probably hidden underwater.

After he told me to sing I was kind of confused, I mean, what had I been doing for the past four minutes? So I just vocalized. Came to my mind because of Think of Me. But apparently it wasn't enough. I kept going higher, staying on one note for a bit to take a break, and than E flat 6, I think. When the boat was pushed onto shore he jumped out and flipped his cape on the ground. And the game of holding back my laughter continues.

POV Changey

After I pulled my carriage up to the grand doors of the opera house I noticed how the lights had all gone out. Thinking nothing of it, I grabbed a candle and a holder, lighting it against a streetlight. When I finally found my way to Vienne's room I pulled on the door. Locked. Again, I thought nothing of it. She wouldn't appreciate me barging in anyways. Instead I knocked. Nothing. I pressed my ear to the door, expecting to hear the rustling of clothes. Instead, I heard a male voice, echoed and distant.
"In all your fantasies, you always knew, that man and mystery,"
"Were both in you." Vienne.