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A/N: Matt one more time, R&R!

Showstopper

Matt

Chapter 14 – Temporary Truce
Friday night I drove Elise home assuring her that she had nothing to worry about. Saturday and Sunday (other than church) were slightly uneventful. Monday morning, the day dreaded by millions of Americans, seemed to shine a new and most ominous light through the eyes of the seven o'clock sunrise. When I arrived at school I looked around for Elise and didn't see her; then again I had no idea whether she drove to school or rode the bus, so it was possible that no matter which door I'd waited at I could have missed her grand entrance.
The day went on, no sign of Elise, but I did see Andrew and had to do a double take. His eyes were covered by a black mask similar to the Point of No Return mask from the Phantom film production.

Wow my girl must have done a number on him.

I laughed, wait my girl?

I stopped did I really just call her that in my head?

I smiled and looked around for Elise again. Yes most certainly I did.
I refused to sleep through the tape recording of Macbeth (unlike the other 75 of my English class), Shakespeare was much too rewarding to treat as a punishment. My Ecology class was a lecture on the importance of bats in the ecosystem, interesting creatures I thought. Almost unreal their obligation to regulate the ecosystem.

As lunch came and went, I still hadn't seen Elise. I stated to worry. Looking around I noticed Andrew sitting alone (gasp), there's something you don't see everyday. I swallowed my burning pride and walked over to his table and sat down across from him.
"Hey Phantom, how's it going?"
He considered me, and I could tell he still saw me as a threat.

"Alright, and yourself?"

Civility! From a Phantom! You've gotta be kidding me…
"Not too bad, I was just wondering if you had seen Elise today."

He waved a dismissive hand through the commons. "She's in attendance."

Better watch out boys and girls, the Phantom is using big words.
"Well, has her manner changed? Is she still distraught?"
"She told you about Friday night, didn't she?"
"Yes, she did."
"Of course she did. I don't really know if she's still upset, she won't talk to me at all. I think the cold shoulder will be hard to keep going with someone she's supposed to be exchanging lines with," he said, adjusting his mask. "So why are you talking to me? Your girlfriend hates me."
"Do you know how much you scared her that night?" I asked, barely disguising my anger. Inside, my stomach flipped. He'd called her my girlfriend.
"I scared her?" he asked, finally looking at me. "From the looks of it I just pissed her off."
"She's very good at hiding her true emotions, but let me just say you did a number on her, and from the looks of it she gave you a pretty nice shiner," I said, trying to sound sincere. After all, I was speaking with the enemy.
"Yeah she did. I never thought she would punch me – that was a shocker. It was actually her idea for me to wear the mask. I think she was being sarcastic but I thought it would at least make her laugh."
Promise me that you or your followers won't seek vengeance on her! Promise me! I wanted to say but didn't, something told me not to. The snobby air that used to surround Andrew for some reason did not today.
"Well then," I started, "I guess I'll see you this afternoon, Phantom."
"You will, de Chagny, without a doubt."

Soon my Trigonometry class ended, and I was on my way to the Performing Arts Hall. As I entered, Marshall was handing out copies of the script.

"Okay people this is a long Act One so I need Auctioneer! Porter! Madame Giry! Raoul! Center stage! We've got a lot of work to do today and not a lot of time to do it in!"
I walked to center stage and I sat down in the wheelchair that I was assigned to, and looked around the hall for any familiar faces.
"This is the Prologue, so for Hannibal we will need Carlotta! Girls Chorus including Meg and Christine! Guys Chorus! Piangi! Reyer! Lefevre! Firmin! Raoul! Madame Giry! Andre! Buquet! And that should take us through Think of Me…" his long commandment continued on, but not many people listened.
I listened to the Auctioneer selling the "collector's piece", and put in my bid when I was told to. When it came time for me to sing my lines I looked up into the audience and staring right at me was Elise. She was clad in a white Italy t-shirt, and a black punk looking skirt. Thank God my Angel is here. I looked down at my imaginary "collector's piece", and then back at Elise.
"A collector's piece indeed, every detail exactly as she said; will you still play when all the rest of us are dead?"

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A/N: oookay, I think it's safe to say he's completely lost his mind for love. But it's so sweet! Lol tell us your thoughts!

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