Erik's POV
My little angel was beaten! Her scars on her face,stomach and back, break my heart. I never saw her this horrible. But the thing that really got me, was that she was scared of her own scarred face. Now, she looked like me, the monster that I am. When I looked at my daughter, I thought what would've happened if I haven't been shot; Kelsey would have been not hurt. If I have never taken her to Paris in the first place, she would not have been under the pressure of the mob. Oh, god, what am I to do? I don't know, but I have to help her somehow.
Kelsey's POV
" hmmnnnn"
I had a nightmare again, but this time, it was about the mob! They tried to kill me and then I set the whole opera on fire like my father did! Oh! It was horrible! I gasped and abruptly opened my eyes. I was panting; sweat covered my forehead and my arms were red. It was December! How could I possibly sweat?
"Are you alright ma cherie?... You had a nightmare didn't you?"
"The mob!..." I gulped, "their after me!"
Father sat on the bed, right next to me; his arms caressed me. I held onto my father; not daring to let go.
"They won't hurt you. I won't let them. You will get revenge on those monsters for hurting you so badly."
Father kissed me on my hand, and then he got up from the bed; I still held his hand. My mask was still on. I did not want to take it off because there were mirrors everywhere, and I was scared of my own face. Father led me to the piano.
"So, Gustave is going to talk to Firmin and Andre about you singing in the opera huh?"

"Yes father. I always wanted to sing in an opera."

"Hey, I've got it!"

"What?What?!"

"You and Gustave could put on Don Juan. I think you two sing together beautiful."

"How can we?"

"Come. Were going upstairs."

I still had father's hand in mine as we walked up the stairs. I knew what father meant by "upstairs:" The Opera Populaire. Father led me to box 5. We were hiding under it so we wouldn't be seen. The ballerinas,Firmin,Andre, and Gustave were down on the stage. Gustave was just watching the girls dance. I guess he had nothing else better to do. Firmin and Andre were just chattering away.
My father put a finger to his lips as he looked at me. I nodded.

Then, he said with a ghostly voice,"Why so silent good messieurs?

Did you think I have left you for good?

Have you missed me good messieurs?

I have a performance for the opera!

Here you have the finished score,Don Juan Triumphant!

I advise you to comply, my instructions should be clear,

remember there are worse things than a shattered chandelier!

My daughter will be singing, and you'd better not run!"

I chimed in, " Yes. And Gustave, you shall sing for me!" I dropped a note down to Gustave. He watched me drop it and he caught the note in his hands. The others were already panicking.
"The Phantom of the Opera is back! We have to do the play, or we'll be goners!"said one of the ballerinas. Then, everyone stared at Gustave. He hid the note in his pocket before anyone noticed. "You must sing Gustave! The entire opera is in your hands!"

"Come on. Let's get ready for another Don Juan... before the two phantoms kill us all. Let's go Andre."Firmin said. Everyone ran out of the theater, except Gustave.
"Kelsey! The coast is clear! You can come out now."
Father got ahold of my cape. He tugged on it when I was about to stand up.
"It's alright father, he IS my student after all..."
"You ARE my daughter"father chuckled as we stood up in box five.
"Kelsey, is this your father?"
"Yes."
"I thought he was perished!"
"I am, but I was just visiting for a few months. You must be Gustave, the man Kelsey was talking about."
"Father!"
"Pleasure to meet you um..."
"Erik."
"Oh. Erik. Kelsey, we are going to perform Don Juan?"
"Yeah. Father's idea."
I stepped down the stairs to the main floor of the theater where Gustave was standing. Father walked behind me.
Gustave's eyes widened when he looked at my father coming towards him.
"Gustave, I wanted to say that I am extremely happy that you and my daughter are getting to know each other. You two make quite a pair as I say so myself" my father said.
"Thank you Erik..sir."
Then, we all heard a dozen footsteps getting louder and louder.
"We have to go. Now!" father yelled to me as we ran up the steps, and ran back down to the lair.
Gustave's POV
Before the ballerinas came back into the theater, I opened the note that Kelsey dropped for me:

Come to the lair tonight when everybody is asleep. Meet me at the mirror in my mother's old dressing room. Bring yourself, and your voice.
Sincerely,
D.O.T.O.G
Daughter of the Opera Ghost