Good news: Crazy play-performance-parents-are-in-Hawaii-and-Amanda-has-no-access-to-a-compy week is over as of last week! I also have a vacation next week, so I'll try and update a few times.

Bad news: R.I.P. my laptop. It had a hard drive malfunction and now it's sitting in a pile of scrap metal somewhere.

Aww.

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Tori didn't know that another person had shared the bed with her until she woke up and saw the other side of the bed messy and unmade.

Silently she sat up and let out a long, slow breath. Someone had turned the lamp out and put her clothes away; most likely servants.

Where did all those servants come from?

Due to the large amount of money Erik had received during his Opera Ghost days, they probably had enough to live very comfortably without working for the rest of their lives…or so Tori thought. She never knew how many times the managers had skimped on paying seeing as the ballet rats were always too busy talking about the Ghost to notice.

And they were pretty damn loud, too.

Tori slipped out of bed and, on impulse, looked at her reflection in the mirror. "Silly girl!" she chided herself quietly when she came around to the fact that Erik no longer watched her behind any mirrors. All she saw was her own messy reflection, her hair sticking up in several different directions and her green eyes caked with sleep.

Slowly she turned her head from her reflection when she smelled breakfast being cooked downstairs. However hungry she was, she suddenly didn't feel like eating. (Not looking as she did now, anyway.) She wanted some alone time, time to write stories in her own messy scrawl or go for a walk, rather than sing with Erik or order the servants around so that they'd have something to do with their time.

Her grumbling stomach told her otherwise, and that's what pushed her to clean herself up and drag herself down the stairs.

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That's short.

Lyk, really short.

So sorry.