Wow. I noticed a few things:

1. My grammar sucks

2. My writing sucks

3. And finally: My updating sucks.

LOL. I have no idea how I read over the last two chapters before posting them and still managed to screw up so many times.

For those of you who are reading this fic, sorry for not updating. I kind of lost interest in writing anything Phantom. But last Saturday I saw Phantom in the Forrest Theatre in Philly and I LOVED it!! So now I have this new desire to write something. The Phantom is my inspiration. Yay. I also noticed with the stage version I'm much more R/C. That's interesting.

I hope everyone had a great Holiday!

The Angel of Music

'My God!!!' Meg thought as she wandered through the maze of people. 'Christine was amazing!'

Wandering past the managers and the crowd made her lose her sense of direction. It was as if she were new to this Opera House rather than living there for practically all of her life. She was going around in circles, unable to find her way out of this merry-go-round. Once again she found herself wandering past the managers. (If you watch the movie you'll know what I'm talking about. lol) She noticed Raoul was talking to some of the audience members who made it back stage. Meg might have thought about stopping to talk to him but she was determined to find Christine.

She checked the ballet dormitories for Christine but could not find her there. Christine was not even in the Prima Donna room. 'Where in the world is she?'

It then dawned on her, 'The chapel'.

Once Meg arrived she noticed Christine was sitting by a little memorial to various members of the Opera House who passed away, including her father. "Christine, I've been looking all over the place for you!"

"Where in the world have you been hiding? Really you where perfect!"

Christine laughed slightly, "I wasn't that great."

"Yes you were," replied Meg. "Who taught you to sing like that?"

Silence filled the room for a few seconds before Christine decided to share her secret with her best friend. "Meg, do you remember when mother brought me here to live? Do you remember how I used to always come down to this room to light a candle for my father?"

"Yes, of course I remember." Meg replied with a smile.

"Well whenever I came down here I would hear a voice… a voice from above."

Meg gave a funny look, "What?"

Christine continued, "And that voice was always in my dreams. Even now Meg!"

"Christine, I think you may need to get some rest."

"…When my father lay dying he told me I would be protected by an angel…an angel of music! He told me he would send me an angel to guide me, guard me, and teach me to sing. Just like in my favorite story: Little Lotte."

"The one your father always read to you?" Meg asked.

"Yes, that one."

'She's losing it.' Meg thought. She sighed and asked Christine, "Do you believe this spirit your father told you about is tutoring you?"

"Of course Meg…who else could it be?"

'Someone who is trying to trick you.' Meg replied in her mind. She was at a loss for words. How could her friend be so gullible?

"Father always told me I would be visited by the angel. And Lord knows I dreamed of the day when the angel would come to me. And now I can feel him here." Christine said. As she continued her story she began to sing.

"Here in this room, He calls me softly.
Somewhere inside, Hiding.
Somehow I know, He's always with me.
He, the unseen genius!!"

"Christine, you must have been dreaming!" Meg told her. Meg then too continued in song.

"Stories like this can't come true.
Christine you're talking in riddles,
And it's not like you."

"Angel of music, guide and guardian
Grant to me your glory."

Meg noticed Christine's eyes were not focusing. She began to worry for her friend's sanity as well as her safety. "Who is this angel? This angel of music?" Meg asked herself.

"Angel of music, hide no longer.
Secret and strange angel."

"Christine, you don't look so well. You should go lie down."

Christine's mesmerizing joy quickly turned to fear. "It frightens me."

"Don't be frightened Christine!" Meg said to comfort the girl she thought of as her sister. "Come on." She led Christine back to her dressing room to make sure she would get there alright.

As they were walking back Madame Giry noticed them. "Meg, I called for practice thirty minutes ago. Are you apart of the ballet or not?"

"I am maman." Meg replied.

"Then please go practice with the others." The older woman replied.

"Yes maman. Goodnight Christine."

"Goodnight Meg." Christine replied.

… After Practice …

Meg was heading back to her bed in the dormitories after an exhausting late night practice. This was her mom's form of punishment to the girls for not doing their best for the show that night. 'My mom, the perfectionist.' Meg rolled her eyes.

"Meg!" She heard a male voice calling for her. When she turned around her eyes caught sight of the Vicomte running towards her. He looked just as tired as her but she also noticed fear in his eyes.

"Raoul, what's wrong?"

"Do you know Christine Daae?" Raoul asked.

"Yes, of course. She is my sister." Meg replied.

"I thought she was an only child…" Raoul began with a confused look.

"My mother adopted her after her father died." Meg answered. "What about her?"

"Oh, I'm not even sure what happened. I went to talk to her and told her I would take her out to get something to eat. I gave her a few minutes to get ready but when I came back… her door was locked and there was a man's voice in her room."

"What?!?" Meg nearly yelled. "Who was he?"

"I…I don't know. But I heard him claiming to be her angel." Raoul replied.

Meg panicked, 'Oh no!!' She was right. 'Someone was tricking her! And now that man has probably kidnapped her somehow.'

"I'll try and find a way into her room. But I think you need to go home and get some rest."

"No, I can't until I know she's safe." Raoul said.

"Raoul, it's ok. I'll find her. Trust me."

Raoul paused before replying. "Will you let me know she's ok when you find her?"

"Yes. I'll send you a letter."

"Thank you." He said before turning away.

Once he left, Meg ran to the managers' office to find a key for the room. Luckily neither Andre nor Firmin were around. She grabbed the key and ran back to Christine's new dressing room.

Before trying to open it she knocked on the door and waited for an answer. "Christine?" There was no reply. She unlocked the door and slowly crept in.

The room was dark and unoccupied. Meg looked around for any sign of movement. "Christine??" She whispered.

A light caught her eye. It was coming from the big mirror. She set the key down and looked at the mirror in shock. 'Why is there an opening?'

Meg wandered through the threshold of the mirror and noticed it led to a tunnel. In the distance she could hear a faint sound of an organ playing. Slowly she began to travel down the filthy passage. Her blood was racing and her heart was pounding rapidly in her chest as she ventured further down.

"Be calm, be calm, be calm." She repeated to herself. But she was not able to remain calm when she saw three rats standing next to her, which caused her let out a surprised scream. How she hated rats!

"It's ok, calm down." She told herself.

A hand grabbed her shoulder and Meg gasped. 'It's the Phantom! Oh my God.' Meg worried until she turned and saw her mother. Meg sighed in relief…though she wasn't sure if she should be relieved to see her mother or not.

"Marguerite Giry, what do you think you're doing?" Madame Giry asked.

"I was trying to find Christine…"

"Christine is fine, I can assure you." Her mother replied, "But instead of wandering off in a strange passage way you should have come to me."

Meg apologized but then wondered how her mother would know Christine was alright. "Where is she?"

"She is with her teacher, whom she knows as her angel." She answered.

"But who is that?" Meg asked.

"In time I will tell you. Just trust me for now. You know I wouldn't let anyone harm her."

The two walked back to the dormitories. "Go ahead and get ready for bed, Meg." Her mother said.

"Like yellow parchment is his skin…" Buquet began.

Meg heard her mother remark, "Not again!" As she changed out of her costume she listened to his story of the Opera Ghost.

"You must be always on your guard or he will catch you with his magical lasso." He said as she caught Adèle and started growling.

"Ok, that is enough!" Madame Giry shouted. She walked over to them and took the rope off of Adèle.

"I've had it with you!" Madame Giry yelled at Buquet. "You had better watch what you say or you may one day regret it." She then slapped him across the face.

Meg jumped along with the other ballet girls. "Oh my God."

"And keep your hand at the level of your eyes." She said while placing the rope around his neck and choking him in a prophetic message.

Madame Giry dropped the rope and told the girls to go to bed. She returned her gaze to Buquet. "You had better hold your tongue. And stay away from these ballet girls."

Buquet said nothing as he walked away. All of the girls stared at the ballet mistress with total shock.

Madame Giry noticed this and replied, "Please go to bed." One by one the girls lied down on their beds.

"Goodnight." Madame Giry said as she walked out.

Meg stayed awake for a while thinking about Christine. She prayed that everything was ok.

'Who is this angel?'