AN: I already had this chapter written so I thought ,' Why not post it '! I will update my other fanfic tomorrow or tonight whenever I write the chapter. I really need a beta. Please review! This story does change POVs very often though it stays in 3rd person.
Disclaimer: I do not own Phantom of the Opera

Chapter 1
* 6 years Later *
Christine Daae raised promptly at dawn for another one of Madame Giry's ballet rehearsals. As a little piece in the Paris Opera's Corps de Ballet she had to stretch and work her sore legs in ways proper ladies are not allowed to. Christine stepped into her improper leotard and white practice tutu, then started the arduous task of typing up her pointe shoes. She tied each satin ribbon , albeit messily, then stepped into the thin dormitory hallway and went the completely opposite way of the practice room. Ballet could wait , she had to see her angel first.
Madame Giry was once the prima ballerina and an infamous beauty at the opera populaire , but old age and work hardened the previously soft features. In fact, Madame could see herself in her daughter, Meg, with her dainty face and beautiful dancing yet the blonde curls were all Charles. Antoinette Giry had a brief summer romance with Charles Devenue resulting in a pregnancy and loss of Antoinette's high position in the ballet corps. The previous ballet mistress had a caring heart and promised the nervous Antoinette the position when she retired. Madame Giry was thankful for Madame Tenissanare for her generosity as she now watched over the young ballet girls as ballet mistress. Madame Giry smiled as her daughter bounded in tying her long, loose curls into a tight bun.
" Maman" Meg said smiling giving her mother a hug.

" Bonjour Meg, I trust you slept well" Madame said, this was the only girl besides Christine that Madame did not berate constantly. They were both her daughters, Christine in a figurative sense as her father had to come to Antoinette when the child was fourteen and he was near death. Ever since , Christine and Meg were like sisters and Antoinette loved them both.

" I did Maman , merci, have you seen Christine" Meg asked her mother.

" I was going to ask you the same, my dear" Madame Giry said frowning. Christine always was off somewhere with her head in the clouds.

" Leave her be Maman, she will return later" Meg said , hoping her mother would not get mad at her very best friend.

" Okay my dear" Antoinette said kissing the top of her daughter's head, " Girls get ready to practice."

" Christine, my dear you can not see me , only I can see you" Erik said calmly throwing his voice up a little to make him sound like a celestial angel from heaven. This was the same girl he had seen with Raoul all those many years ago and he gotten to know her very well. The de Chagny's on the other hand, he has not seen since the night he ran out of the mansion six years ago. The previously tiny, plain girl had grown into a brown haired beauty with the most alluring eyes Erik had ever seen. Erik had never revealed himself to her , no that was not an option considering Sorelli's reaction to his face being imprinted in his memory, instead taking on the guise of the Angel of Music as per Christine's wish. Yet Christine, now twenty years old and wanting a real man, was demanding more of poor Erik and stating that she wished to see him. Christine knew he wasn't an angel anymore, she was too smart for that now, as Erik had taught her vast studies surpassing that of even the richest boy's .
" You say you have traveled to many places" Christine said months ago.

"Yes"

" Then you must be a real man , and I must see you now" Christine demanded.

" In a few months my angel" Erik had said trying to prolong this reveling situation until the last minute. Christine, though beautiful and sweet, was a bratty, spoiled child reminding him of Luciana , and the ending of that story was horrible and gruesome.
It was Christine's sob that broke Erik's heart. He had heard those sobs before and hated that he was the cause of Christine's pain. Erik scowled , he head already planned on making Christine debut as Elissa tonight and now he had another thing to worry about. He had heard the opera had gotten some new patrons and Erik wondered if they really loved the arts or if they were there for publicity manners. The Epoque always featured stories about the opera's new patrons. Erik also knew that if Christine did not leave soon Antoinette would be mad, no furious , at him. There he made his choice! Placate the girl, find the new patrons, and get himself ready to reveal his true identity.
" My angel, do not cry, I will show myself after your debut" Erik said calmly.

" My debut" Christine asked, dazed.
" Yes ,my dear girl, do not ask questions. You are late to practice" Erik said, then he was gone.
Christine nodded her head in consent and looked outside the tiny window. She was late !The sky was illuminated with soft streaks of dawn as a proof that she missed her early morning ballet practice. Madame Giry would be livid, that she knew, so she stood up from the floor and walked briskly to the main practice room.
Madame Giry stomped her walking stick on the wooden floor.
" Girls that was a disgrace " she yelled at the quivering ballerinas, " now, we must leave for Hannibal rehearsal on the opera stage. We shall not let la Carlotta have another fit."
Antoinette then made the ballet rats walk in a straight line and counted each one. After all ballerinas left including her daughter Madame realized Christine was still missing.
" That girl and her wandering mind" she quipped sharply before following her ballerinas through the opera populaire.
Christine ran to the main practice room only to find it empty.
" Of course they would be on the stage for the Hannibal rehearsal " Christine said aloud for some reason. Erik heard her shock and chuckled quietly behind the corridors.
She ran through the opera populaire faster than those foxes her "angel" told her about. Madame Giry stared at her as she went to stand next to Meg. Meg turned to her with a questioning look but Christine shook her head.
" As I was saying girls, I would like to introduce the new patron" Madame Giry said. She then motioned to two people enshrouded in darkness to come out.
" This is the new patron Phillipe de Chagny and his wife Sorelli ."