Someone posted a review that talked about Lulu's personality, so I'm here to answer it!

Ignea servus Dominus: Lulu does have a very in-your-face attitude. She's very blunt and will say her mind. However, at this point, Gerik and Lulu are becoming friends, and Gerik had to spend six months with her underground, so he knows her personality. I don't take offense from your comment, I understand what you're saying. But I am glad that you are enjoying the story! And to address another thing you asked in your review... Well, you'll just have to see... Aren't I cynical? XD

So, anyways, here's the next chapter! There isn't much going on in this one, but I had to set the pace for the masquerade ball! Hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Phantom of the Opera. I only own my characters, Lulu and Wenda. (Trying to think of something funny to say...) You OWN your face! HAH!...

That was a fail, wasn't it? *Sobsob*

Chapter Nine: A Masquerade! Yippee! Pt. 1

"Masquerade! Paper faces on parade! Masquerade! Hide your face so the world will never find you!"

Yes, the day I went to my first ever masquerade ball was a magical day. A day full of beautiful dresses, dancing, masks, and a weirdo whose name starts with G and ends with Erik.

When I woke up that morning (at least, I think it was morning. I had no way of knowing, seeing as how there weren't any clocks.) I found Gerik sitting at his piano, or organ, you know, I can never seem to remember if he had a piano or an organ...

I'm getting side-tracked. Back to the story!

Anyways, he was playing a rather cheerful piece by Mozart (hey, what do ya know? They listened to actual classical music in the movie apparently!), and I noticed a box, wrapped in ribbon, sitting on the bench with him.

"Well, look who's happy today! Why so cheerful?" I asked, walking towards him.

"Today is the day of the masquerade!"

Really? Huh... Oh well.

"Why are you so happy about that? I mean, not that I don't like parties, but you don't really seem much of a party person."

"Oh, you shall see..." He trailed off, smirking.

I then spotted Gerik's Red Death costume from the movie lying on the piano, or organ, whichever one it is!

"Lemme guess... You're gonna crash the party?" I guessed, remembering the events that happened in the musical.

"How on EARTH do you know that?" He replied, sounding angry that I could predict what he would do.

"I know everything about you Gerik..." I trailed off mysteriously.

"So," I asked, "what's in the pretty box?" I gestured to the gift-wrapped box sitting next to him.

"Well, that's your masquerade costume."

"So, that's why you've been taking my measurements lately! Well, gosh, thanks Gerik, that's sweet. Can I see it?" I asked.

He merely handed me the box, looking pleased with himself.

I sat down next to him and tore the paper wrapping off of it and taking off the ribbons on it, and opened the box.

"Oh Gerik, thanks! It's beautiful!"

He had gotten me a beautiful red ballgown with off-the-shoulder sleeves, and a flowing skirt that had fabric twisted and shaped to look like roses, while the bodice was plain, with a little bit of gold trimming on the neckline. There was also a red mask that covered the upper-half of my face, with intricate gold designs on it.

"Wait a minute," I said, realizing something. "Our costumes match."

"So?" Gerik replied.

"Well, does that mean we're gonna stick together the entire night? Or are we just both gonna do our own thing?"

"Well, I suppose I'll let you go ahead of me, and I will come later. I want to make a suprise entrance tonight. These people seem to have forgotten about the Opera Ghost."

"Remember what we talked about Gerik? About not scaring people?" I reminded him.

He sighed. "You said it wouldn't help win Christine over, and it would only scare her more."

"That's right. You have to trust me, I know what to do. Now, what time is it?"

"Noon."

"Seriously? I gotta start getting ready now! It'll take longer, since I'm in a movie set in 1881! Hey Gerik, do you know where I could get hair stuff and make-up?" I asked, panicking.

He apparently didn't, so I forced him to go out and get me some make-up and hair things. It was my first ever ball! I wanted to look nice! What girl wouldn't?

So, as soon as he came back, I immediately got to work beautifying myself.

BTW, just a side note, the dress I described is based off of this picture: .com/imgres?q=red+masquerade+gown+for+women&um=1&hl=en&safe=active&client=firefox-a&sa=N&rls=:en-US:official&biw=1280&bih=893&as_qdr=all&tbm=isch&tbnid=IKWkSnqzYBSfSM:&imgrefurl=.&docid=4YuDc-Lf4VBgdM&imgurl=./Ian-Stuart/images/param-masquerade_&w=242&h=378&ei=AUyjT_TmCIfgtgfWrLmfDw&zoom=1&iact=hc&vpx=651&vpy=212&dur=710&hovh=281&hovw=180&tx=109&ty=132&sig=105526111491241589735&page=1&tbnh=138&tbnw=94&start=0&ndsp=32&ved=1t:429,r:3,s:0,i:81

Oh, how I want that dress. I CALL IT!