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The Phantom stopped playing his music once he came to the realization that the girl had finally approached his lair. He silently walked up to her and waited for her to register that his music had come to an end.

The girl slowly turned around, he guessed she had not expected to come face to face with him. Her emerald eyes widen in shock and started to breath rapidly. He mentally thanked himself for wearing his best suit, for he had obviously intimidated her. Not wanting the silence to continue on any longer the Phantom began to speak.

"Mademoiselle, may I ask what your name is?"

She had looked as if she did not grasp anything he had just said. She tried to say her name several times but no sound came out of her mouth. She then took a deep breath, pulled herself together and replied.

"Eleana Rochette, Monsieur."

"Do you know who I am, Miss Rochette?"

"I- I- yes... what are you going to do to me?"

The Phantom was not expecting that response at all. Tears began to well up inside her eyes. He decided to try and calm her down some, he had obviously come off too strong.

"Do not fret, Mademoiselle, I mean no harm, and a believe you did not either."

"No I did not, Monsieur, I apologize."

"I very much except your apology, now what has brought you to my Opera House today?"

Eleana began to look down at her feet, hiding her face which had turned scarlet red from embarrassment.

"Monsieur, I came to ask you for a favor."

The Phantom began to walk around giving her some room. He then starred at her, longing to here how he could help her.

"You see, Monsieur, I need your help. I need to learn how to sing. I came here hoping you could teach me."

She wanted me to teach her how to sing. Did I even know how to teach anymore?

The Phantom pretended to ponder this thought as he paced around his lair.

"Mademoiselle, do you wish to tell me why?"

"I need to learn to sing for the man I love"

The man she loved!

"And who is this man you love?"

The Phantom did not know why he was getting so worked up over something so simple. She needed lessons to sing. Why was he so mad that she loved someone else? But he knew this kind of rage, for it was all too familiar.

"I don't know his name, Monsieur..." Eleana whispered.

He knew this man must mean a lot to her. She loved him and put her life in stake coming here not knowing what would happen to her just so she could learn to sing. He pushed all thoughts aside trying to persuade himself that she was just a student and no more. He was not going to make the mistake he did last time.

"Well, Miss Rochette, I must here you sing to know whether or not you are teachable."

A huge smile emerged across her face. He could not help but feel real inside; her smile had brightened him. Trying not to get too carried away, the Phantom made his way to pipe organ and gave her a cue to start singing.

She withdrew a deep breath and began to sing quietly and unsure.

The Phantom's thoughts had cut train of thought was lost, he had forgotten who he was and why he was here, for the girl began to sing the lyrics he once knew.

"Think of me, think of me fondly, when we've said goodbye. Remember me, once in a while, please promise me you'll try. When you find that once again, you long, to take your heart back and be free If you ever find a moment, spare a thought for me."

He could not believe his ears his mind was surely playing tricks on him. But yet he continued to listen.

Her singing had grew louder, he assumed she had grown more confidence that he did not stop her, taking it as a good sign.

"We never said, our love was evergreen, or as unchanging as the sea. But if you still remember, stop and think of me. Think of all those things we've shared and seen. Don't think of all the ways things might have been..."

The Phantom closed his eyes, listening to the majestic voice that filled his lair, warming his heart.

"Think of me, think of me waking, silent, and resigned. Imagine me, trying to hard, to put you from my mind. Recall those days, look back on all those nights, think of all the things we'll never do. Their will never be a day, When I don't think of you...

Eleana's singing had come to an end. But how did she know that song? Did she know the women whose voice once sung this song? Or was it total coincidence that she heard this song from a night so long ago, and decide to fill his Opera, once again, with such pure and majestic music. The Phantom's eyes shot back open after concluding his thoughts.

"You will defiantly need training. But Mademoiselle you do have talent and potential."

Eleana planted a huge smile upon her face once again, the Phantom, for the first time in over two years, gave a smile in return.

The Phantom truly meant every single word he spoke. He did not agree to teach her because of the song she sung, or because of her beauty, but because she did have talent deep down, and knew she really wanted to learn.

"When will you like to come for your first lesson?"

"Oh, Monsieur, you have no idea what this means to me!"

Eleana looked as if she was going to run up and give him a hug. Tears began to descend from her eyes. Tears of joy. She quickly wiped the tears from her eyes, he assumed hoping he had not noticed her, for she turned a deep shade of scarlet again.

She then looked up at him with an face as if she was trying to apologize. She then began to speak.

"Monsieur, please excuse my rudeness, but what is your name?"

The Phantom simply starred at her not knowing what to say. She had told him she knew who he was, for she knew what title he went by. But she wanted to know his name, not the silly titles he went by, but his real birth name. The Phantom had almost forgotten his name himself, but looked up at her and answered.

"Erik."