Disclaimer: ANy songs I use in this story are not mine unless I say so, and sadly I do not hold rights to the phantom of the opera.

A/N: I finally got an idea and just started typing. Yay for me!! SO here it is. Hopefully this will get my creative juices flowing enough to update each story a few times.

Please read, and review!!

Its almost midnight, and I am exhausted, so please dismiss any bad grammar.

Thanks!!

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"Where is Mollia Madame Giry! WE will not ask politely anymore. You will tell us or we will search the room to which you are banning us entrance!" The managers' words were laced with utter annoyance and rage. Both their faces were red with fury and their eyes popped out like madmen.

"Mollia is resting and isn't feeling well. I permitted her rest in the haven of my personal quarters so that she may actually be able to acquire the rest that she requires. I will bring her out once she is feeling better. You two do not want another Prima Donas collapsing on the stage, or do you love having to sit through auditions, to which most are ghastly!" Madame Giry thought that it would calm the managers and get them off of her case, but it only fueled their anger.

Creek... Mollia peeked out the door and appeared next to Madame Giry looking exhausted with her red eyes and dreamy look they held. She bore her sleeping attire, and rubbed at her eye while coughing.

"I apologize for being the cause of such commotion monsieurs, but I was not feeling well, and the other girls would not permit me any rest so I came to see Madame Giry." Immediately the managers' faces stared down the floor with embarrassment.

"It is quite all right Mollia. We just wanted to make sure that the story we were given was correct and we now see that it is. Rest as much as you can, and we will send the maestro down here with the score for the new opera." They both bowed and hurried away, bouncing into each other like two resisting magnets. Once out of sight and ear, Madame Giry embraced Mollia. Like a nervous mother she went off.

"My dearest are you ok? What did that stage hand do? Did Erik treat you nicely?" The string of questions were mudded together in approximately three seconds flat, and Mollia brain was functioning on low fuel. While being carted back into the Madame room she answered the questions in a yawn.

"I am shaken, but ok. The stage hand thought he could get his way with be but my Angel saved me in the nick of time, and yes her treated me like a princess. He took care of me, and comforted me, and, and. Oh Madame Giry, I think I am falling in love with him, but he is so much older than me, and I do not know what to do!" Mollia collapsed on the couch and Madame Giry sat next to her and patted the hands in her lap.

"You must be careful with Erik, for he has been hurt a lot. As for loving him, follow your heart. I did not and it has hurt me ever since. I do not know how Erik will react if you confess, but I can see that he will not harm you. He has never truly harmed a girl .Well at least not physically. Carlotta was an exception." Mollia nodded, silently taking all of the information in, and using some of Madame Giry's comments to piece together how she felt about Erik. Madame Giry left her soon after that, and headed down to the kitchen to fetch a meal for a very famished feeling Mollia. While laying alone of the couch, Mollia started drifting off into the deep realm of sleep and dreams. Before she was completely lost, she spoke four words that would forever seal her fate.

"I love you angel." And as she was swallowed by dreams she could faintly hear a deep voice reply.

"And I you." Finally she was singing and living with her Angel, by his side forever, in her dreams.