I woke up a bit early the next morning, so I grabbed a book read for a while, I had not been here for too long and I had already forgotten what day it was, forgetfulness was a weak point for me. After reading a few chapters I decided to get up and see if anyone else was awake, no one was so I went back to my room, wondering what my "mission" was. I wondered if it involved Erik somehow, the infamous phantom of the opera and a seventeen year old band geek would definitely be an interesting combination.

Finally, I began to hear some people who had woken up chatting and going about their business, so I changed into a dress that seemed casual enough to me, and even managed to get the corset on without help.

There was a knock on the door, "come in" I told them. It was Madame Giry.

"Good morning Sarah, I was coming to see if you needed help getting dressed, but you seem to have it down."

"Good morning, and thank you for coming to check"

She gestured for me to follow her out of the room, and so I did, asking what day it was to get that question answered.

"it's Tuesday, our performance of Hannibal will be on Friday, and the main rehearsals will be tomorrow and on Thursday, you don't need to put on your uniform today while cleaning, because other than a few performers practicing individually, there won't be a lot going on."

At first I cringed at the idea of that little rehearsal, being used to practicing for marching band shows for hours weeks before the performance. But then it hit me, Hannibal, the movie, play timeline would be starting soon. Based on the peoples appearances, I was going to guess I was in the movie continuity, but I guess I would find out for sure soon.

Breakfast had changed a little bit, there where croissants and coffee, I was normally more of a tea person, but with how hectic the past few days have been. It was going to be good to just relax.

Christine and meg found me, dragging me off to meet the other ballerina's who immediately wanted to know all about me.

This was when I had to be choosy. I could tell them I was American, and could tell them I was a musician, but I could not tell them about marching band, because modern marching bands did not exist during this time, which was hard, because it had been such a large part of my life.

"You're a musician? What instruments do you play?" exclaimed one of the ballet girls

" uhh, a few, mostly trombone and piano, but I also can play most percussion instruments and am trying to learn flute and ukulele." I relpied

"trombones an unusual instrument for a woman."

"What's a ukulele?"

"what an odd mix of instruments."

"Can you teach me flute?"

It took a while But I was able to reply to everyone, explain what a ukulele was, and tell the girl, who was named Catherine that I was willing to teach her flute, but I was still getting some things down myself and would need a bit of time before I could.

They also wanted me to play for them some, we found a piano and I played part of a piano solo from a band show from a few years ago. When I was done, they seemed upset with the shortness of it.

"Sorry girls, I don't have a lot memorized."

I talked with them for a little while longer, but I still had work to do, so I managed to get away and get it done.

I said a silent prayer when I got back to my room, everything that had happened since I got here had turned out so much better than I could have possibly expected.

Then I noticed a letter on the vanity table, a letter with a very familiar wax seal.

I shook partly from nerves, and partly excited as I opened it up.

Mademoiselle Sarah,

I welcome you to the Paris opera house and hope you enjoy your stay. I heard you playing piano earlier today and was very impressed. I do not understand why someone with your talent would take a job as a maid instead of joining the orchestra; I am also interested to hear you play the other instruments you mentioned. If you wish to contact me, leave a letter in the top drawer of the vanity, underneath the box of paper.

Best wishes

O.G

Well, my mission was supposed to start today, so I guess I did involve him somehow. I looked in the top drawer of the vanity; there was a box of paper for writing letters in there. It would be easy to get to, but hidden from people who might come in here at the same time, smart.

I wrote a reply, thanking himfor the letter and for the complements on my musical talent. I placed it under the box and curled up on my bed to write tonight's journal entry, life was going to be getting very interesting soon.

Hey y'all, sorry for the long wait, but between marching band and school, I have not had a whole lot of free time. And let's be honest, graduating this year is more important than fanfiction, so I have to get the homework done. I can't promise frequent updates until band is over, but I will do the best I can, now that this set up stuff is done I can get to the actual story.

Thank you for reading!