When Melody opened the door, the first thing that could be seen, was Phillipe's amazed face, not one of shock more one of awe. Erik, who was hiding in the kitchen, peaked around the corner and he could see Phillipe. He was happy that Melody could inflict such reactions upon men. He was glad that she was accepted by someone, just like he was by Christine.

"What is it Phillipe? Lost your tongue?" Melody asked mocking the poor boy who haven't said a word, but continue to stare at her. Woken up from his trance by the words, he was aware that he had been starring. "Of course not, Mademoiselle. I was just thinking about the perfect way to compliment your beauty this evening," he answered.

"Yeah right, of course you were," Melody mocked him. "You were just starring, my dear boy" . Phillipe thought of an reply on that, but when he opened his mouth, Melody brought her finger to his lips. "Don't even dare to talk yourself out of that. I recognize starring when I see it," was all she said. And with that she disconnected her finger from his lips.

Phillippe had to admit to himself that he found Melody's habit to do what she wanted, disregarded etiquette, very appealing. The moment he thought this however, he tried to put that thought to the back of his mind. Like she said this morning, this was just a 'business meeting to smoothen the communication between them'.

"Are you going to stand there all evening or are we going to dinner," she asked getting a little inpatient by his silence. "But of course I will not stand here all night Mademoiselle, if you're so anxious to go, why don't we go now?" he asked extending his arm to her.

Before Melody took hold of Phillipe's hand, she glanced over her shoulder in the direction of the kitchen. She could see her father's face and mostly his eyes. She couldn't find any disapproval in those eyes, so she felt like she was ready to begin this 'meeting'.

After Melody left, Erik did what he had promised and returned to Christine. When he arrived Christine could easily tell there was something wrong. "What happened?" she asked him. "Nothing," was his simple answer. "Then why do you look so thoughtful?"

"There is something about this boy, something familiar. Although I can't quite put my finger on what is so familiar" Christine just shrugged. "Maybe time will tell you what it is."

When Melody and Phillipe exited her building, a carriage was awaiting them. Phillipe whispered something in the drivers ear before he entered the carriage. "What was that about," Melody asked pointing at the driver. "That, mademoiselle, was me giving the driver directions," he answered.

"And where would he be taking us to?" Phillipe laughed a little. "That's for you to find out is it not?"

Melody sighed a little, knowing he'd love it if she continued to find out the destination, so not granting him that pleasure she didn't bring it up.

"My my, never thought you'd give up so easily. I expected you to pry the location out of me," Phillipe said. "I thought it is very un-ladylike to pry things out of a person," was the only respond he got. "And since when do you care if you're ladylike or not"

"Touché," Melody said with a little smile. The rest of the ride towards their destination was silent. This didn't seem to bother Melody, but it defiantly bothered Phillipe. He had hoped that they could become friends after tonight, that they could forget about the unfortunate events that had occurred. But it didn't seem that Melody was willing to at least try to be friendly.

Melody noticed how much the silence bothered Phillipe, because he started to mess with the hem of his jacket. She however didn't want to do anything about it. She simply didn't care after what he had done. He did say he was sorry, maybe I shouldn't still be so angry about it, she thought. She decided to say something, but she hadn't noticed that the carriage had stopped and that they had reached their destination.

"We're here," Phillipe announced. Melody looked around, she recognized this place. "Jean-Jacques told me you seemed interested in the artwork in the school hall, so I figured that Montmarte would be the perfect place to take you out for dinner," Phillipe said. (a/n: Montmartre is known for the artists who gathered there in the mid-1800's)

Melody looked around and saw what he meant by that, everywhere there were some lone artist with their easel and brushes. She did find it a perfect place to have dinner. She followed Phillipe when he took off to the place they would consume their meal. It appeared to be some small café, not too fancy. "Well, what do you think Mademoiselle?" Phillipe asked her.

"That I'm overdressed," her response followed. Phillipe couldn't help but laugh a little bit. "Oh, but you're not Mademoiselle. I find you extremely pretty tonight, and that for just a business meeting," he said teasingly. Melody wisely decided to keep her mouth shut at that comment. There was a thing that bugged her .

"Why did Jean-Jacques told you I looked at the artwork?" "To be completely honest, I sort of asked him what you would prefer for tonight," Phillipe said. "Do you always ask him first where to take a girl to?" Phillipe grinned.

"No Mademoiselle, I think I made a exception, especially for you". Melody just shot him a glare. Before something else could have been said, their orders were taken by some waiter. Phillipe noticed that Melody was looking with great interest in one of the buildings. Still trying to befriend her , he thought it would be a good idea to start a conversation about it.

"What's so special about it?" he asked. "Uhhm, what," she answered. "Sorry, I think I might missed what you said." "Don't worry about it, I just asked what is so special about that particular building. It seems perfectly normal."

"There's nothing special about it, in that you are correct. I just caught my eye and my father learned me a little bit about architecture and I reminded some things he once taught me," she said. "So you can sing, act and you know architecture. That's quite unusual a girl knows anything about architecture. "Well , he never had a son to pass his knowledge to and I always was a little interested in his work. That's how I came to know just a little bit about it."

"Your father's an architect, or does he just knows a little like you?" "My father was an architect. He stopped being that a long time ago," Melody said not wanting to give him too much information about him. At that moment their meals arrived. They both started to eat, but Phillipe didn't want the conversation to drop.

"Why did he stopped?"

"He never told me and I didn't asked."

"What's his name, maybe I can find some buildings he made."

"And how do you expect to do that?"

"Because, Mademoiselle, I have sources."

"Right and they know everything don't they?"

"You still haven't answered my question by the way."

"What question?"

"Your father's name."

"Let me safe you some time, he didn't build anything in Paris, or France, so I would be very surprised if your sources would find anything." Melody know she just lied, but she did it to prevent someone to pry in her father's life. The end justifies the means.

"You aren't going to tell me his name, are you?"

"Nope, end of that discussion."

Phillipe got more and more interested in why Melody wanted to keep the identity of her father a secret. However he didn't push the matter in order to continue a nice 'meeting' with her.

"Ever considered becoming an architect as well?"

"No not really, I'd love to become a great singer"

"Anybody in the family who has a career in music?"

"You still try to pry into my family, don't you?"

"Involuntary, I'm just curious about you. If it make you feel more comfortable, you can ask things about my family."

Melody wondered if he would be just as closed about personal things regarding his family as she was about hers. Probably not if her guessing was correct and he would be noble, most likely he would be bragging about them.

"Hmm, let's see. Am I right you are from a noble family?"

"Yes you are, how did you know?"

"Your attitude"

"I see"

"And still you go to a school where they teach you to sing and act?"

"Yes, I don't see the oddity in that"

"Well, I thought that noble people learn that at home, tutored by a great professional."

"Most 'noble people', as you refer them to, do get tutored"

"How come you're different?"

"Oh, who says I'm different? I also got home tutored, but apparently I do better amongst other persons, so I kind of demanded that he sent me to school"

"He? What do you mean"

"My father. Oh, you don't know? My mother died a few years ago"

"Oh, I'm sorry"

"No don't be. She had a great illness. It was better for her to die then to live with a great amount of pain"

"Why did you thought I knew this?"

"Kids at school tend to tell the new kid all the stuff about others, so I figured they must have told you by now"

Melody and Phillipe talked some more about all different types of things. After some time their meals were consumed and Phillipe could convince Melody to have a walk with him. He took her to the hill, called 'le but de Montmartre'. It gave a great few of Paris. Melody, who not only inherited her musical skill from her father, decided that she would consider making a painting from this view.

Phillipe saw the little twinkles in Melody's eyes when he showed her the view and was never so glad he took Jean-Jacques' advice. Philipe decided to sit down and Melody quickly followed his lead. They sat there in silence for almost half an hour, Phillipe happy that he could give Melody a good time and Melody just sat in awe looking at everything and thinking about the right way to capture this in a painting.

Melody realized that it was getting 'late' and asked Phillipe if he could take her home. Phillipe was glad she seemed to soften up a bit, because when she asked him, the normal, kind of indifferent look on her face was replaced by a look of happiness.

During the ride to her apartment, they both were silent. This time it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. Now they were thinking about their 'meeting' and they both seemed too lost in thoughts that they nearly didn't noticed that the carriage stopped moving.

Phillip, as a true gentleman, escorted Melody to her door.

"Thank you for the lovely evening," Melody stated politely. Phillipe had now captured one of Melody's hands and place a feather light kiss on it. "The pleasure was all mine" and with that he took off to the carriage that would bring him home. Melody watched until he was out of sight before she entered her apartment.

a/n: I'm sorry it, once again, took me a time to update. I guess I had some kind of writhers block. I hope I'll be able to put on the next chapter more quicker (if that even is correct English)

Oh yeah, it seems that I have forgotten the disclaimer. So let it be known that I do NOT own the Phantom of the Opera. Only my own character are mine and mine alone