Author's note- Thanks to my few reveiwers, I'm not quiutting this story. Also I want to apologize for any errors. I'm new with french so I might mess up. Disclaimer- I do not, under any circumstances, own Phantom of The Opera. If I did, Raoul would have been punjabed a long time ago.

I walked slowly to the manager's office, to which I had been summoned. I was nervous. If the manager decided he had no position or need for me, I could very easily wind up back on the streets from which I had come. I prayed there was some job open for me, I didn't care what. Anything would be better than begging for a living, anything.
My mind was going a thousand diffrent directons, and I wasn't paying attention to where I was going, when suddenly...Oof!
I ran into a tall young man.
" I'm sorry monsieur. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going," I apologized quickly.
The man smiled and reached down to grasp my hand.
"Think nothing of it mademoiselle," he said gently. I smiled as I looked at him. He had short, red hair, and kind blue eyes. His face was soft and serene, and his smile was almost breathtaking. Strangely enough, I felt as if I knew him.
"Mademoiselle?" his voice cut through my thoughts." I asked you your name."
"Oh," I muttered, blushing slightly. I made sure my hair aptly covered the left side of my face. "Je m'appaelle Evelyn Marinette. Et vous?"
He stared at me in shock. "Eveie?" he asked. "Is it really you?"
I backed away slightly and looked at him. How did he know me?
"How do you know me?" I demanded. He smiled and grabbed my hand.
"It's me, Vincent Hammel," he said. "We were childhood friends." My lips formed a huge smile and I threw my arms around him. I couldn't beleive it was him. He himself crushed me to him in a huge bear hug.
He moved back and stared deep into my eyes, I stared back, almost afraid he would dissapear.
"Do you still sing?" he demanded. Shock crossed my face and I immdeitely stepped away from him. How dare he ask me such a question.
"No Vincent," I replied angrily. "I have long since quit singing. Besides, I have no formal training and I do not have a voice worthy to sing in this palace of music, or for it's king."
He narrowed his eyes at me and sighed.
"I don't beleive that," he said. "I think you have a beautiful voice, a voice no other woman could posses. Please Eveie, will you please sing with me?"
I looked at him and I saw the pleading child look on his face, and I instantly melted. How could I deny him?
"Fine," I muttered. "What shall we sing?"
His face lit up and he began singing a song we sang as children. His voice was soft and gentle, a voice of a boy. Very unlike the mezmirizing, yet commanding voice of the angel that saved me.
Once upon a time, in a land far away. Lived a beautiful young princess, with eyes lighter than the bright of day. She had everything she could have ever wanted,yet still she prayed
I closed my eyes and let my own voice ring out. This young pricess longed to see beyond the castle walls. She wished to dwell in a palace of music where a musical angel calls. So every night, she would sit infront of her mirror and sing
I heard Vince's voice join my own as I sang the chorus.
Mirror, mirror on the wall. Who dreams the deepest of them all? Mirror, mirror why can't you see, that this isn't the life I wish to lead
Vince stopped and placed his hands on my shoulders as I finished.
I wish to live in a palace of music, I want to sing for a musical king. Oh, mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the one who hears my call? Mirror, mirror why can't you see, a palace of music is where I long to be.
I turned towards Vince and saw him smiling tenderly.
"Eveie, if this musical king could hear you, he would be in awe."
I blushed and lowered my gaze, at the same time I felt someone staring at me. I smiled. Perhaps he had heard me.

Author's note- sorry if this was short, but I was sleepy when I wrote this. Please R&R.