New chapter. Yay, yay and yay. OMG I just had the most annoying and boring rehearsal. I had to work on a song for over an hour that I wasn't even in. They call in the whole cast when they don't even work on the songs that the whole cast is in. God. Well enough of my complaining, please read, review, favorite, follow, and enjoy.

~Lauren

Chapter 4

Too Much Information

When Ella gets back from her dinner date with Charley, she walks into her dressing room and sees Erik pacing the floor. He notices that she walks in and immediately rushes over to her. They are literally standing toe to toe.

"What happened? Are you okay? Did you find anything out?"

"Whoa! One question at a time, please, Erik. A nothing much happened. We just had dinner and talked about life at the opera house and a little about our families."

"Anything else?"

"No. Nothing much. When I tried to ask him about his earlier life, he completely changed the subject. I think he is seriously hiding something."

Erik growls and starts pacing again. "I am going to find that man and rip his secrets out of him, if it's the last thing I do."

Ella rushes over to him and places a calming hand on his shoulder. "Wait, Erik. Calm down. We don't want to push him that much. But thank you for helping me." He nods, knowing she is right. "We just need to approach him gradually." They both nod at each other and exchange smiles. They then walk over to the bed and sit down next to each other. Erik grabs Ella's hand and she blushes, surprised by his touch.

"I just want you to be safe, Eleanore. I know he is a dangerous man. I can feel it."

She smiles. "Thank you, Erik. And I can feel the danger too. I just wish I could figure out his past somehow."

Erik stands and peers down at her. "Don't worry about it. I will figure it out somehow." Ella wants to intrude him, but she doesn't want to bother him, knowing his temper can get out of control. She just nods instead.

Ella watches him exit through the mirror and she feels a burst of worry and hurt in her heart. "This is not going to end well." She whispers to herself. Then her eyes suddenly bulge and she looks down at her watch. "Oh no! I have a performance in less than forty minutes! Goddamn late-night performances!" She then scurries over to her mirror, grabs her makeup and throws it out of the drawer. She grasps all of her brushes and covers them in the different powders of color. She brushes on the blush and eye shadow. Ugh it looks so rushed. Like I care. She looks down at her watch once more and sees she only has a half hour left. It takes her at least fifteen to get her big ball gown and wig on so she needs to rush.

Ella takes her lip gloss and actually takes her time on this because if that looked bad, that would be terrible. When she is done she feels like that took a very long time. She takes a quick peek at her watch and sees that she wasted five minutes on her lip gloss. "Ahh!" she growls and throws down the tube of gloss.

When she is finally done applying all of the details to her face, she has fifteen minutes left. Just enough time. She runs down to the costume department and throws on her dress. It gets ruffled and bunched up beneath her and she struggles it pull it back down. She groans and thinks, these are the moments where I hate being a girl. And she giggles at her thought and finally gets her dress fixed. She sighs with a smile and grabs her wig off of a nearby desk. She throws her hair up in a bun and just shoves her wig on top. "God, I hope this wig stays on." She mutters.

Once she thinks she has it secure, she runs over to a mirror really quick and looks at herself. "Good!" she says before running out the door and to the backstage area. The manager sighs when he sees her there and pushes it her out of stage right before the performance is about to start. She exhales and then the curtain rises, revealing her to the audience. She starts to sing the first note and the show goes on. The show must always go on.

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Ella sits down at her mirror removing her makeup from her face. She is now sitting in a comfortable, silk nightgown. Since it is so late at night, she is assuming no one will come to visit and give her flowers or anything, but little did she know Charley was going to do this just that. But of course Charley didn't know what was coming his way.

Charley walks down the hall just feet away from Ella's dressing room. He holds a red rose in his grasp, waiting to give it to her. But he is suddenly slammed against the wall by a dark figure. He knows who it is immediately. He is not scared. Erik is breathing heavy in Charley's face, but he manages to say something.

"You need to stay away from Eleanore!"

"Oh, like she wants to be around you. From what I heard, she said she was afraid of you."

Erik furrows his brow, remembering that night when Ella said she was afraid of him. "H-How do you-"

"And then right after that she goes and play your own personal music on your organ! How could you want that around?"

"Where did you find all of this out? Tell me now or I swear I'll-"

"What? Just grab your little Punjab lasso and kill me? Like Joseph Buquet or Piangi? That would cause too much of an episode, now wouldn't it." He says it with it such an evil smirk that his has Erik's blood boiling. His eyes are much bulged at this point. He has no idea how this man who just came here, knows so much about his past life. "H-How…" is all he can say. Charley giggles at his confusion. He then moves Erik's arm off of his chest. He lets him because of how flabbergasted and frightened he is.

"Now," he begins with an evil smirk. "Why don't you scoot aside and let me see Ella. And then I won't bother you. I also want you to stay away from Ella." Erik's heart sinks at his words. "She doesn't need a bad influence like you around her." He creeps closer, making him feel uncomfortable.

"And if you follow these instructions, I will not hurt your precious Eleanore."