AN: I'm doing more research as far as the movie and the actor's opinions (or at least what they'll say on camera) and though I still have to make up what order they did the scenes in, as well as other things, I've found quite a few funny interviews, including these two on youtube.

watch?v=GhQTe8U3T2Y&feature=relmfu

watch?v=2o0Ga7cwF4E&feature=relmfu

For some reason the whole link won't work but just go to youtube then copy and paste that at the end of the url address. (they have dumb titles, I know, but they're great) "I got to kiss both of them, I know! One of the reasons I took the job…" XD Sorry, had to quote Emmy on that. Anyway, here's the chapter.

CHAPTER 9

Joel announced that today they would be filming the graveyard scene, which everyone but Erik was aware of. Immediately, he thought of combating Raoul in a (rather unfair) swordfight, and mildly panicked about not getting too into his own life events and actually harming the actor (not that he cared for Patrick's well being, but it would be quite problematic if he were out of a job, or worse, sent to a futuristic prison, with no Emmy around to guide him.)

But as he soon found out, they were only filming Emmy's part in 'Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again'. So technically, none of the other actors had to be there, and many weren't, but Emmy did not inform him of this. Perhaps she wanted him there, like Christine wanted him there for her own performances.

Shaking off this ridiculous thought, Erik crossed his arms and leaned against the studio wall, distracting himself by wondering how exactly one makes indoor snow. When the music started and Emmy began lip syncing to her own voice as she acted, Erik was once again blown away. Just when he got close to accepting that she wasn't at all like Christine in anything but appearances and seeing her for what she was, something like this would happen, practically inducing flashbacks.

Dammit, why does she have to actually SOUND like her too?

Soon enough, Joel cut her off and stopped the music, calling her over to give her some instruction. Erik frowned. She was doing fine!

"Great, isn't she? Especially for her age," said a friendly but infuriatingly familiar voice. Forcing himself to turn to Patrick with a polite smile, he nodded.

Not him either. None of this is real. Well, it's real…I think…but it's not the same thing. This is your coworker. He has absolutely no feelings for Emmy. And you don't either. In this time period, she is FAR too young for either of us—a bit extreme of a custom, but that is how it is. So I have nothing to concern myself with!

"When they said they'd actually be using a 16 year old girl to play Christine, I almost laughed—I mean, how am I supposed to relate to her enough to play a romantic role with her?" Patrick continued, gesturing towards Emmy, who was still talking with Joel, making sure she understood exactly what to do for the scene.

"Yes, she's young," Erik replied mechanically, not really knowing what else to say.

"But she seems so grown up, you'd never guess it, you know?"

"I agree, she is a very mature young woman. Very easy to converse with."

Patrick laughed. "Well, I meant her looks, but that too."

Erik went a little rigid, looking back at Emmy. He doesn't mean it in that way, not at all, calm down, Erik, calm down, keep a cool head….

"Oh, that, yes, she could pass for twenty or older. I'm sure you had no problem, um…getting into character with her," Erik said quickly, hoping he sounded casual enough not to cause suspicion.

"Oh yeah, we get along. But I still feel bad about her having to ice her lips," Patrick said, laughing a little. Erik raised a brow, turning to him.

"Ice her lips?"

"Yeah, the rooftop scene. We had to kiss for three days for Joel to be satisfied with how it looked. You were there, remember?"

"Oh. Yes, of course," said Erik shortly. He paused a moment before adding, "I wonder why it only took 19 takes for Emmy and myself."

"I don't know, maybe Joel thinks you have better chemistry," Patrick joked, elbowing him lightly in the side. Erik was not sure what exactly that action meant (what strange, modern people with their constant touching) but he assumed it was nothing to worry about.

He was about to come up with a reply to that when the bell rang for everyone on set to be silent as the music started up again. Emmy's voice was strong with emotion, as were her features as she walked slowly through the graves. She got much further this time, all the way to the Daae grave, in fact.

"Help me say…goodbye!"

Joel counted down to the cameras silently with his fingers until the music stopped, then said, "Aaandd…cut! Good job! That went by faster than expected. Looks like we can continue onto the next scene. Are Patrick and Gerry here?"

"Yeah, right here," Patrick called to the director, who nodded.

"Well, go get into costume and we'll try to get through to some of the swordfight scene today," said Schumacher.

Oh come on, I hoped I could go one day without wearing that blasted thing…Erik complained silently as he reluctantly headed off backstage towards the makeup room. To his surprise, when he got in there, there was only one woman who came in to assist him, rather than the normal five or six.

He wanted to ask where the others were, but he refrained, not wanting to appear dense yet again. So he sat there silently as the woman started on the general, base movie makeup on the left side, as usual. When she continued over to the right, he was even more confused, but still said nothing. He wished she would at least make conversation with him to make this less awkward.

When she was finished, she handed him his costume and mask and left, closing the door behind her.

It appears the deformity is not necessary for scenes in which is is not shown…which is most of the time. How wonderful for me! He realized, eagerly dressing himself and walking out, not even mildly annoyed at the fact that he still had to wear the mask.

"Eri—Gerry!"

Emmy. He turned around as she rushed to him.

Quietly, so none of the passing people could hear, she hissed, "I really hope you knew how to swordfight in your time, because they were training you and Patrick for it a week ago. I could stall, but I have no idea how to teach you to do it…"

Erik shook his head, smiling a little at her fretting. "It is alright, I had spent some time practicing when I realized the Vicomte was more of a threat than I imagined. Of course, he was more skilled and won, so I'm sure my lack of formal training will actually become useful in acting it out."

Nodding but still a bit fidgety, Emmy said, "Of course, of course…right. Well, I guess we should be on set now."

"Most likely," said Erik, starting to walk towards the studio, but then stopped. "Wait, I have to ask you something."

"Yeah?"

"You said it wasn't usual for a man of mine or Patrick's ages to court a girl as young as yourself, correct?"

She thought back. "Yeah, I think I did tell you that when I was telling you about other modern customs…why?"

"Well, I could be mistaken, but from the conversation he had with me earlier, I feel I should warn you of how you come across to him."
"And how do I come across?" Emmy asked a little curtly, crossing her arms.

"Um…well…I believe the word he used was 'mature'," he answered cautiously. Emmy, raising an eyebrow and laughing, looked at him disbelievingly.

"And that's a bad thing? Really?"

"I mean he said it in reference to your looks as well as your behavior. For you, that's wonderful to be taken seriously and all, but I believe that he means he can see you as older than you are and therefore…"

"You mean you think he has a crush on me?" Emmy snorted, shaking her head. "Erik, that's absurd."

"But Emmy—"

"Come on, we have to get to our places," she cut him off, taking him by his wrist and pulling him to the studio. Erik cooperated and climbed the ladder behind the model grave, prepared to jump off for the attack on Raoul. These lines he knew perfectly, since he actually did sing them to Christine, but he wasn't going to actually be lipsyncing or saying anything during this scene since he was out of sight and Monsieur Butler had already recorded the song.

"Wandering child, so lost, so helpless, yearning for my guidance…"

I would really want to meet this man, but I'm afraid I'm having too much fun BEING him, Erik thought amusedly as he toyed with the sword prop, waiting for the cue to jump off.

"Christine, whatever you believe, this man, this thing, it's not your father!"

And there was his cue. Leaping off of the mauloseum, Erik lunged at Patrick with the sword, copying every move he remembered from the actual swordfight and trying to fuel his acting with hatred towards the Vicomte while stabilizing his brain by reminding himself who it really was. But strangely, reminding himself that this was Patrick didn't pull him back down to earth. In fact, it increased his ferocity.

Everyone watched with anticipation for someone to mess up, but the two men kept going through the scene, clashing metal and dodging behind graves. There was enough space and enough cameramen to avoid eachother but catch every angle of the fight. An impressed Joel nodded a little to himself as he watched, as if encouraging them to keep on. To Erik, this all was a blur of very real anger. To everyone else, it was damn good acting.

Finally, Patrick had him shoved on the ground with the sword raised as if to finish him off, and the scene cut so cameras could move to view Emmy and a close up of Patrick. Only then did Erik return to the real world.

Emmy noticed Patrick wince and rub his arm (where the small bag of fake blood had burst under his shirt as it was supposed to when Erik spun around and struck him with the sword) but apparently, Erik had done more than just cut open the bag. Quickly walking over to him, she asked if he was ok.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, he just hit pretty hard," Patrick shrugged it off, still rubbing his arm. Emmy opened the slash on his shirt and looked under the popped blood bag and saw a dark reddish purplish line.

"Ohh…"

"What?"

"Well, you're definitely bruised," she said, then looked back at it and noticed there was also a small scratch on top of the line. "And you have a small cut…"

"Really?" Patrick said in surprise, looking at the wound. "Damn, he really did get me!"

"What is going on?" Joel droned over the crew's murmuring. Emmy looked over to him and held up Patrick's arm.

"He's kind of hurt—for real, I mean."

"Oh, come on, it can't be that bad," Andrew said, rolling his eyes. Schumacher motioned Patrick over.

"Let's see it."

When he saw the welt forming with the long scratch on top of it, Joel narrowed his eyes.

"Gerry, come here."

Erik had been waiting anxiously for this to happen. Reluctantly, he got up and walked over next to Patrick. Joel looked at him dully, like he couldn't believe such stupidity, then sharply gestured to the injury.

"Gerry, the hell?"

"I'm sorry, I swear I did not intend for that to happen," Erik said quickly, then looked at Patrick, apologizing again.

"It's fine, really. Don't worry about it," said Patrick, appearing a little embarrassed at all this attention given to him because of this, like he was some little kid that fell down and scraped his arm. Andrew walked over, giving his forehead a smack with the same attitude that Joel had about the situation.

"I'm all for you getting into character, but for God's sake, man, don't actually injure people," snapped the playwright. Erik nodded compliantly, muttering more apologies.

Everyone's getting so worked up over such a little injury…ridiculous...he doesn't even care! And if I hadn't actually hurt him, he might not have acted hurt so well! I MADE the scene, he thought as he stalked off back to his place. Weak, whiny Americans….