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Here is chapter two! And believe it or not, the plot is all ready starting to thicken! I hope you guys like it and thanks for inspiring me to write this story. I'm having a lot of fun writing it and I hope you are all having fun reading it :). Enjoy and review!

Oh, and for those who were wondering, in case you don't know yet, this is a sequel to Zimeo and Gaziet, not a separate story. Just wanted you all to know :D. Now, on with the story!

Friday quickly came and before they knew it, Gaz and Zim were waiting in line to audition. Gaz watched as Zim raveled and unraveled his script over and over, clearly nervous.

"Zim?"

He jumped at the sound of her voice, forgetting her presence and quickly faced her and saluted.

"Yes?"

"First of all, you don't have to salute me." She said, lowering his hand from his head. "Second, why are you so nervous? You're Zim; you're never nervous?"

"I am not nervous, Gaz-love. It must all be in that human head of yours." He waved it off. She sighed at the pet name he had chosen for her but she was not buying it.

"Seriously, why are you so nervous? You did great at the audition for Romeo and Juliet. What makes the Phantom of the Opera any different?"

"This Phantom of the Opera is a musical, not a simple play. Zim is not a singer!" He yelled.

She covered his mouth before he could continue hollering. No one even looked anymore though, because they were used to Zim's usual, loud shouting.

"Have you ever even tried singing before?"

"Irkens do not waste their time with pitiful singing!" He never failed to forget that he left his planet and relinquished his title as an invader; he would probably forever belittle the human race and make himself out to be a superior being, but it was part of his charm. Gaz couldn't imagine him being any other way.

"Then try it out today and see how it goes. If you still hate it, then you don't have to do this musical. Deal?"

He crossed his arms, pouting like a child.

"Fine. I will try it, but if Zim does not wish to do it, then Zim shall not!" He pointed at the ceiling in declaration. She ignored him and looked past him to see how much longer they had to stand in line. She was relieved to see that Zim was next; though she had a feeling he was not aware of that.

"Good, cause your next." She pointed out.

"What?" His head spun to face the doors that were the only thing that separated him from Mr. Elliot who was in the next room, evaluating the auditions.

"Next!" She heard the chipper teacher call.

"Break a leg." She said.

He eyed her in horror.

"Why would I do that? It is enough that I have to try this singing thing in front of such an overly-happy learning man!"

She shook her head in disbelief.

"It's just a saying, Zim. Now go!"

He stuck his legs straight out against the floor as she pushed against his back. She growled and shoved him into the room. He rolled inside and she smirked before slamming the door shut, peaking through the windows secretly.

"Hello, Zim!"

He struggled to stand. When he finally faced the cheerful man, he tugged at his uniform nervously and adjusted his wig.

"I am so happy that you and Gaz decided to try out for the Phantom of the Opera! I have a feeling you two will get some pretty important parts." He said with a wink.

Gaz laughed at the Irken when he remained stiff and silent.

"You may begin with rehearsing your lines and then we will try our hand at a portion of one of the songs, okay?"

Zim nodded and pulled out the script. Gaz could see the confident alien she knew so well returning. He proudly gave his lines and moved right on to the song. The teacher told him the song he was to sing and Zim listened intensively before whipping out the lyrics and clearing his throat.

Sing once again with me
Our strange duet.
My power over you
Grows stronger yet.
You'll give your love to me
For love is blind.
The phantom of the opera is now
Your mastermind.

My spirit and your voice
In one combined
The phantom of the opera is there
Inside your mind

She was surprised when he actually began singing. Truthfully, he did not have a bad voice. She was shocked because he was singing opera. Definitely not something you would expect to see the mighty Invader Zim do. Of course, it was not professional opera, but it came pretty close and they were only hi-skool students. Though, his voice was very close to being professional, in her opinion. She watched his performance in awe, but shook her head when he exited the room shamefully.

"What's wrong? You did great!"

"I am ashamed!" He announced dramatically, shoving the back of his hand to his forehead. She sighed at the dramatic extraterrestrial.

"Why are you ashamed? You should be proud. You did great, both on the lines and the song."

He peeked from behind his hand

"Really?" He whimpered.

"Yes, really." She said, completely aware that she was falling for his pity trip. He moved his hand and grinned.

"I know. I just wanted to hear you say it." He straightened tremendously. "Of course I did well. I am Zim!"

She smiled, but glanced at the doorways when she heard the teacher call for the next student.

"Wish me luck." She muttered before going into the room.

Again, the teacher beamed proudly as Gaz made her way to the stage.

"I am so happy that you and Zim decided to try out for the musical, Gaz! I have a feeling you two will do a great job!"

She nodded gratefully and pulled out her script.

"You may begin."

She chose the scene in which Christine Daaé speaks to her friend, Meg Giry, about the Phantom.

"When your mother brought me here to live… whenever I came down here alone to light a candle for my father, a voice from above…and in my dream… he was always there. You see, when my father lay dying, he told me I will be protected by an angel; an Angel of Music."

She said her lines clearly, confidently. Zim watched from the window and was immediately brought back to that first time he watched her audition for Romeo and Juliet. He felt as though he was falling in love with her all over again.

"That was wonderful, Gaz. You never fail to impress me!" The teacher chirped.

"Now would you mind trying a song?"

She shook her head and the person seated at the piano in the corner of the stage began playing. She took a deep breath, waiting for the right moment to begin.

Think of me,
think of me, fondly,
when we've said
goodbye.
Remember me
once in a while -
please promise me
you'll try.

When you find
that, once
again, you long
to take your heart back
and be free -
if you
ever find
a moment,
spare a thought
for me...

Zim felt his heart speed up drastically at the sound of her beautiful voice.

"It is as though you were made for this, Gaz." He whispered.

Watching her recite her lines and sing so perfectly, like an angel herself, he pulled away from the window and stared at the reflection that appeared. He slowly brought a claw up to his face and rubbed across his warm, green skin. He lifted his wig slightly, not enough for the students behind him to see, but enough for him to see the antennas that laid beneath. He let it fall onto his head once again and gazed at the ground.

"She has such a lovely voice. She is a beauty herself, but me…" He glared at his reflection. "I am just like the deformed phantom," he slid his contacts down, "who hides behind a mask."

He pushed the lenses back in time to see Gaz walk off of the stage and out the door, straight into his arms. She smiled and looked up.

"How did I do?"

He stared down sadly at her, but managed to fake a smile and push the hair out of her face.

"You sang like an Angel of Music." He said in a near-whisper as he pulled her close. She was confused by his odd behavior but gently hugged him back. They left the room in silence.

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Aw, I feel bad for Zim. He sounded so pitiful at that part where he was watching Gaz's audition. Well, I hope you liked it and stay tuned for chapter 3. It will be here very quickly!