Okay here is the next Chapter.

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The next morning I woke up to the Phantom playing his organ. I got dressed in a beautiful red dress with black lacing on the hem of the skirt; it came with lovely black lace gloves. As soon as I was done dressing I decided to pin my hair up.

I walked out of the room and went to the organ. "Good morning." I said as I placed my hand on his shoulder. He stopped playing and turned to face me.

"You're wearing your hair up." He said after a moment. I felt a blush crawl to my cheeks.

"Yes, I am," I said as I removed my hand. "What are you playing? It is a lovely song." He looked at me for a moment then turned back to the organ.

"It's called Don Juan Triumphant. I have been working on it for years. It's not finished yet." He said as he began to play again. I looked at the score that sat on the organ.

"It looks quiet long, is it an opera?" I asked curiously. He closed his eyes as he floated into his music.

"Yes." He said after a moment." Suddenly he stopped. "Tonight is opening night for Hannibal." He said bluntly.

"I suppose it is." I said waiting for him to continue playing, but he did not. Instead he stood and faced me. He towered over me; he was so tall and tired. "How long have you been awake?" I asked as he tried to walk past me, I stopped him by placing my hand on his chest.

"I don't know." He said trying to avoid the conversation. I stepped in front of him so he couldn't leave.

"You were up all night weren't you?" He tried to step past me again. "No, you need rest, go lay down." I demanded.

"No thank you Madame." He said as he walked to his miniature stage. He sat down at the chair in front of it. I walked up to him and stood behind him.

"Monsieur, you must rest. It isn't healthy to do this to yourself." I said trying to convince him.

"Madame my health isn't your concern." He said as he grabbed a piece of parchment. I stood there silently for a moment as he began to write.

"You have good handwriting Monsieur Phantom. But you are tired, and it is affecting how you write."

"And how is that Madame?" He said as he paused in his writing.

"Well your E's are much too curved, and your P's have small line coming out of them." I giggled and pointed to a P on the page. "You are much too tired Phantom."

"Perhaps you are correct." he said as he studied the P, I had pointed to. "Alright I will rest," He said after a moment. "But Madame."

"Yes?"

"Will you accompany me to the opera tonight?" He said playfully as he stood.

"Yes Monsieur, I would be delighted to attend the opera with you." He smiled as he walked over to the wall. "What are you doing Monsieur?" I said as I walked up to him. He smiled and touched the wall. It clicked and slowly opened. I jumped back startled for a moment then starred at were the cave wall turned into a door.

"It is a secret passage." He said as he walked in. I starred for a moment before he lit a candle. It was a room! His room. There were a few torn black curtains around the room and his bed was like the swan bed but this one was shaped like a hawk and had black blankets instead of red.

"I am going to rest. Go and looked it your closet Madame there is a surprise for you." He said as he smiled and shut the door. I stood there almost dazed as I starred at the wall. There were no cracks nor crevasses, how had there been a door there? I certainly did not see it now. After a moment I decide to go back to my room.

As I entered the swan room I began thinking of Raoul. I knew I did not love him, but the thought of him now hating me made me feel horrid. He had always been my friend from the beginning. Why did he have to be so unkind?

I slowly walked to my closet and opened it. Inside was a beautiful blue evening gown with white lace along the skirt and red bows down the back. I was amazed, how on earth did it get there? I had just gotten my current dress from the closet and this wasn't there before. And not once had he come to my room, I was with him the whole time!

I had to admit it was very beautiful though. I took it and placed it on the swan bed and went to my mirror. If I was going to the opera tonight then I would have to put my hair down. I sighed and began unpinning my hair. When I was finished I walked toward the vanity. On it next to my brush I saw a note.

"Where did this come from?" I whispered. It had a red scull on the front and when I opened it the parchment was lined in black. It was from him. I looked at the note once it was opened.

Dear Emily,

I will check on you at eight o'clock, please be ready by then. The blue evening gown in the closet is what I hope to see you wear.

Your friend

O.G.

A friend, which is all he will ever see me as. I sighed and looked at the clock. It was five thirty, what was I supposed to do for two and a half hours?

I know really short but I wanted to get this chapter up soon so I hope you liked it. Remember to review!