"Isn't that what you were singing?" He asked.
"Um yeah." I opened it and read the score. "Yeah this is definitely Love Never Dies. And you wrote it." He gave me a strange look.
"How I don't remember it." I shrugged.
"I don't know but, isn't it weird that it kinda just popped up?" He nodded.
"Let me take a look." I handed it to him and he read over it. "This is my hand writing. How could this have occurred? I haven't composed in years." I came closer to him and wrapped my arms around his.
"That's weird. Maybe, maybe I did it." He looked down at me.
"What do you mean?"
"Well it popped up when I said you wrote it so maybe it was me."
"I don't know that doesn't seem possible."
"Possible? Does it seem possible that I came from the future?"
"No, but I still think you may have hit your head or something." I rolled my eyes.
"I'm serious." He chuckled then stared at the music blankly.
"Well this does seem like something I would write. I guess I just haven't written it yet, or I already wrote it. Hmmm." He set the music on the organ.
"Let's try something else." He gave me a look.
"What do you mean?" I thought for a moment.
"Well if that popped up just cause I said you wrote it then maybe I can make something else popped up." I thought again, what could I make appear?
"Like what?"
"Hey maybe I can show you how I know so much about you. There was a man named Gaston Leroux and he wrote a book called the Phantom of the Opera instead of the year he wrote it maybe I can say this year and it will be here."
"Perhaps then you can give me real proof of the future, Cherie."
"Gaston Leroux's novel The Phantom of the Opera was written in 1876 and is in this very room." All of a sudden there was another bang on the organ. "Sweet." I said grabbing the book. "Yes! Erik look!" I said showing him the cover.
"That's not possible." I opened it to a page where I knew it said his name.
"Look!" He looked at the page. I assumed he saw his name because he literally fainted. "Erik!" I said falling to the ground next to him. I touched the back of my hand to his forehead. "Erik." His eyes opened.
"Oh god, what happened?"
"Are you all right? Does your head hurt?" He nodded.
"Yes."
"I'm sorry Erik. Here let me help you up." I grabbed his hand and help him stand. "You passed out. Are you okay?" He nodded.
"I'm fine my head just hurts a little." I wrapped my arms around him.
"Come on you should go lay down."
"Alright." I led him to his room and helped him in bed. "What on earth happened?"
"You passed out cause you saw your name in a book." He thought for a moment.
"Oh the book you made appear?" I nodded.
"Do you want me to go get it?"
"Well, can you read it to me? My head hurts to much to concentrate my eyes on anything."
"You have a head ache. Poor Erik." I brushed his unmasked cheek. He smiled and grabbed my hand.
"I love you." I smiled and kissed him.
"I love you too." I stood up and ran to the organ and grabbed the book from where I had set it down. I went back to his room and pulled a chair over to his bed. "Do you want me to skip the um sad parts?"
"Like what?"
"Well when you let Christine go." He thought for a moment.
"I think I can handle it. I do have you, you're so much better than her." I smiled.
"Thank you." He brushed away a stray lock of hair from my face.