I DO NOT OWN PHANTOM OF THE OPERA OF THE MAGIC FLUTE THAT INCLUDES ANY SONGS THAT ARE IN THEM

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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Elizabeth swiftly cut up her sausage and popped the tasty morsel into her mouth. She forced herself not to groan in delight. Women were supposed to be gentle creatures, what would mother think if she knew of Elizabeth's healthy appreciation for meat. If Elizabeth could have it her way she's have ham, bacon, eggs, sausages, chicken and orange juice for breakfast every Thursday morning. But unfortunately she was limited to a few sausages and some bacon.

No matter how much she ate food did nothing for her stomach, it still felt like over a million butterflies were building a nest inside. She was so exited she couldn't stand it.

"Elizabeth" her mother said with a frown "Slow down or you're going to choke"

Elizabeth swallowed and slowed her pace but continued to eat quickly. She wasn't sure why she was eating so quickly, the show didn't start until later in the afternoon and her lesson with the Master had been cancelled today because of it.

Across the table Abigail was reading the society paper and Verity was playing with her porridge, spooning it out and then dropping it back into the bowl with a bored look on her face. Verity never really was one for breakfast; she probably just wanted to get to her piano.

Elizabeth smile when she thought about her moments with Verity last night. Honestly, her little sister was so spontaneous and random, there was no telling what she would do next, but Elizabeth found that part of her really cute. Her mother found it annoying.

Elizabeth's mother stood when she finished her breakfast and without a word to her daughter's, left the room, Elizabeth watched her with curiosity. What was wrong with her?

She chalked it down to her mother simply being in a bad mood and left it at that as she cut up another piece of sausage.

"So my sisters" Abigail said, hoping to start some semblance of conversation "What do you have planned for day?"

Verity shrugged in a manner unladylike for a young woman but did not seem to care "I don't know, I suppose I will practice for the Malory's ball next month, I suppose since they were so kind as to give us an invitation months in advanced I should give them a good performance." She said this with an uncaring attitude, but Elizabeth knew she was itching to get back to her piano.

"And you Elizabeth" Abigail asked.

Elizabeth toyed with the idea of lying and sounding all mysterious, but when she opened her mouth to do so the truth came out anyway.

"I think I will go down to that new tea shop for one of their cream teas and then return home to dress appropriately."

"Oh" Abigail said with a smile "Are you going anywhere later tonight?"

"Yes actually, I have secured some tickets to the Sunset Theatre for a viewing of the opera The Magic Flute."

Verity looked with some interest "The opera? I didn't know you liked opera Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth shrugged "It had become an interest of mine." She admitted.

Abigail clapped her hands with a smile "Oh that sounds delightful, may I come with you?"

Elizabeth panicked. No, she did not want her sister coming with her. This was something her master had planned just for her, it was precious to Elizabeth and she didn't want to share it. Surely she was allowed to be selfish at least once in her life?

"No" she said quickly. When Abigail's eyes went up Elizabeth corrected herself "I mean...No, I don't think so because...because...I only have one ticket!"

"Oh, well that isn't a problem, I think if we send someone over and pay enough they will find an extra seat somewhere, these things are never completely full up you know."

"No Abigail" Elizabeth said firmly.

"But if I just..."

"Oh for goodness sake Abigail, I don't want you to go!" Elizabeth finally cried frustratingly as she stood.

Abigail was shocked into silence but Elizabeth wasn't done "I just want some time for myself without anyone bothering me, is it so wrong for me to want that?"

But she instantly regretted her bout of anger when she noticed how quiet the room went and Abigail had an expression of hurt in her eyes "Oh" she said softly "Ok, I'm sorry you feel that way. I do suppose you deserve some time to yourself and if you don't want me to go then I will honour your wishes."

Elizabeth couldn't stand it as she left her breakfast unfinished and walked out the room without a word. She felt so guilty.

And she still felt guilty. Even now as she was seated in the carriage on the way to Sunset Theatre. She had skipped on the cream tea and instead spent the day in her grandmother's wing practicing her scales and then reading an interesting science book on the development of butterflies. Strangely enough it was rather fascinating.

Who knew?

Either way, soon after she found herself in a pretty yellow gown that her mother bought for her ages but did nothing for her complexion. But most all her gowns were like this except for the three that her sister Hermione had bought for her at one time, they were all beautiful colours so bold that Elizabeth was too shy to ever wear them.

She had put her hair up today in a fancy style that would have looked much better if her hair were curly like her sisters. But it was passable, Elizabeth wondered why she even tried, her hair was too silky to stay in a proper bun or chignon and always escaped it, she should just leave it out and be done with it. Only it was most unstylish now so of course her mother would not allow her to leave the house without tying it up, no matter how bad it looked.

Elizabeth sighed.

She usually went to these things with her sisters. Hermione would be over analysing everything, Abigail would be watching silently and verity would be seated next to Elizabeth and would spend the duration of the show making the most bizarre comments about anyone she didn't like in the show that usually resulted in Elizabeth trying to hide her giggles.

But try as she might Elizabeth could not bring herself to feel guilty enough to regret her decision, she was looking forward to seeing the opera with her Master too much. She stepped out of the carriage and ignored some unkind titters from some other girls who were looking at her. With as much dignity as she could muster Elizabeth swept into the theatre.

She stopped in the hallway with her mouth wide open. It was absolutely stunning.

Beautiful golden chandeliers hung from the ceilings, curtains of deep rich red velvet, the walls and ceilings patterned with mosaic. Paintings littered the cream and blue walls and a beautiful tiled floor with intricate flower designs. It was like something from a dream, a palace. It wasn't hard to imagine beautiful music being played here, Elizabeth suddenly felt very small in her little yellow dress. She reached into her purse for her ticket and handed it to the tickets warden.

He took them and punched a hole into them as she entered the grand doors to the seats, Elizabeth had a great balcony seat, she wondered how her Master was able to secure such a perfect seat, it was practically right in front of the stage, she could see everything so clearly.

Elizabeth had arrived early so she had to wait patiently for the show to begin. She purchased some binocular glassed from a man and sat with her gloved folded neatly in her lap.

The music began and the show started.

Elizabeth watched as a man ran onto a stage pursued by a great snake stage prop. When he began to sing Elizabeth was taken back.

This was completely different from what she had expected. The singing, it was so real. It didn't sound like a song, but...it was hard to explain. It sounded so emotional; she could hear the fear in his voice. So this was acting?

She watched as he fainted from fatigue and three of the Queen of the nights maids came and killed the serpent. Then they sang as they fought over who should leave first before they left together. The prince woke up and a bird catcher appeared. His song was just as beautiful as the Prince and the Maids. So full of emption it felt so real.

The maids showed the price a picture of Pamina, the daughter of the Queen of the night, and he sang of his love for her. Elizabeth was surprised with how much love she could feel in his song. This was truly marvellous and she became hooked. Elizabeth barely moved at all throughout the whole of act one except to gasp at a certain part or to sigh at another. She barely twitched or anything. Elizabeth thought the singing was so beautiful, there were no other words to describe it and it made her heart soar.

Never before has she felt as alive as she did at this time.

Suddenly the curtain went down on the first act she couldn't even stand, but she clapped enthusiastically. Every time she tried to stand her feet would give out beneath her she was so exhausted. As people bustled about around her, mingling and other such.

She just sat there with a huge grin on her face.

"You loom to be enjoying yourself." Said a smooth familiar voice from beside her.

Elizabeth didn't believe it, it wasn't possible.

But when she turned to the side, there he was. "Master!" she gasped.

He was dressed in a tuxedo with his top hat obscuring the white mask. He looked so handsome at that moment that Elizabeth had to turn her head away so he wouldn't see her blush, her heart was speeding and she didn't know why? Perhaps it was the heat?

"Master" she said when she composed herself "What are you doing here!"

"This is my theatre" he said simply "I can be wherever I want"

She sighed, again with the cryptic answers.

She noticed how he was eyeing her dress "What are you wearing?" he finally asked.

Elizabeth blushed "It's a dress" she said unoriginally.

"Yellow dose not suit you" he said "Blue would better match your hair and eyes, or red for your skin tone. But not yellow, yellow makes you look like a wilting lemon." He gave it one more look before saying "Do not wear it again."

She huffed with embarrassment "Well excuse me" and turned from him.

After a few minutes she felt the feeling of a hand on her hair as goose-bumps broke out in the skin at the skin contact and then suddenly her hair tumbled down past her shoulders. She whipped round t see that he had pulled out her pin "What are you doing!" she half cried, reaching up to re-gather it the best she could. But he stopped her at the last moment by grabbing her wrist.

"No" he said "Leave it alone, your hair is not the kind to be tied up, I like it better this way. It's better."

This time Elizabeth didn't have time to hide her blush, but he did not seem to notice. She secretly decided to leave her hair down from then on.

"What do you think of the opera so far" he asked and Elizabeth's eyes lit up.

"It's the most spectacular thing I have ever heard" she announced "The singing was so beautiful and the acting was so real, it felt like it was actually happening!" her hands clasped together with a smile.

Erik smirked "Good, keep watching" as he said that the curtain went up.

Elizabeth went silent as she watched the second act. Her hands were like iron as she gripped the metal railing and leaned forward in her seat. She couldn't help but smile widely as the aria Queen of the night came about. The singer hit the notes so perfectly and it sounded so amazing. She couldn't imagine how they were doing it. She recalled that it was the same song that Verity was going to play at the Malory's ball, but now she felt that the song would seem empty without the singing.

When the opera finally ended and the curtain call came about she stood and clapped with much enthusiasm. As she clapped she felt her Master lean in close of his lips were by her ear and his breath tickled her neck, Elizabeth involuntary shivered "Very good" he whispered "Meet me for your lessons tomorrow, same time as usual." And then there was nothing.

Elizabeth turned to find to her amazement that he was gone, as if he had completely vanished. If not for the warm chilling sensation down her spine, her increased heart rate and the overwhelming blush Elizabeth would have said that it had all been in her head.

When the doors opened and Elizabeth came out she was still all a buzz that she did not notice the person in her way until she had bumped into them.

"Oh!" she gasped "Pardon me; I was not paying attention to where I was going."

The person she bumped into was a man. He was actually very attractive, Elizabeth decided, he had strawberry blond hair and green eyes like her father. A tall, well toned young man with a charming smile as he took her hand and placed a gossamer kiss on the back "Please Miss, it was no trouble at all. My name is Nathanial Hashing"

He was handsome, that was true, but he didn't make her heart race like her Master did.

She smiled politely and nodded "That's gracious of you sir, I once again apologise for my clumsiness." She curtsied "Excuse me"

And with that she swept past him

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