I opened my eyes and looked around. I couldn't see much since a black veil was blocking my view. I reached out for a fancy looking rope. I wrapped my fingers around it and gave it a tug. The veil rose from the ground and I was able to stand up.

I was now able to see everything thanks to the candle light. Within the dim glow, I saw a swan shaped bed of which I was just resting in. Around the beautiful bed, I saw a few small figures. One that really stood out to me was a small monkey resting atop a music box.

In it's hands was a set of brass symbols. The monkey itself was draped in red cloth made into a Persian outfit. It was beautiful!

I stared at it a few seconds longer, just admiring the little monkey when I noticed a small crank. I reached out for it with my frail fingers and twisted it. Just like the figure, the song it sang was beautiful .I never wanted it to end.

When it came to an end, I felt a small rush of sadness flood my body. I shook it away though and walked along. I walked down a rocky little path which would have hurt my feet, but I still had on my ballet slippers. When I stopped walking, I was standing at the foot of an angelic clearing.

It was even more alluring than the room I was just in. It took my breath away. Candles lit up the area. Bright orange sparks seemed as if they were bouncing off of each wall and rock. I looked around with wide eyes, drinking in all of the wonderful details of this secret place.

I scanned the exterior or the room, and when I looked down, my jaw dropped in awe at a sublime little lake. I stared in awe of the magnificent glassy lake. I finally unlatched my eyes from the graceful lake and looked elsewhere.

My body shifted to where a great source of light was coming from. A grand organ surrounded my many different candles. I walked over to the large instrument and ran my fingers along the white keys while gleaming at the organ's surroundings.

One specific thing that caught my eye was a model of the stage in the Opera house. One the stage stood a mini figure of Christine! She was wearing the same pretty pink dress that she had worn just earlier tonight. The dress that I longed to wear and I am sure Carlotta would kill to have it to. The model was a bit creepy, but the detail of it was a true wonder!

Pulling my attention away from the model was once again the organ. A little voice inside of my head told me to sit down and play it. I decided it wouldn't kill anyone to listen to that voice, so I took a seat at a wooden bench. I set my fingers on the keys and looked at the sheet of paper in front of my face. On the paper were a bunch of scribbled notes.

Without recognition of it, I started to play the notes. My fingers moved swiftly across the keys as if the notes had made it's way to my fingers. I wasn't even looking at the paper any more. When I did decide to look at it once more though, I noticed that there were a few words under the notes. I was very tempted to sing them, but before I could even open my mouth, I felt a warm air reach out and touch the back of my neck.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up one by one. I slowly took my fingers off of the keys and shut my eyes as tight as I could. I slowly turned around, and when I was completely turned around, I opened my eyes. One eye at a time.

When both of my eyes were open, I was staring at a chest. I followed the chest up to a chin, and then to a half masked face. I stood up. My breath was caught in my throat. I couldn't speak.

When I was able to get some words of my mouth, they were very short small words. "The Phantom." I said in a soft voice, almost a whisper. I was too scared to raise my voice any higher.

"What were you doing on my organ?" He asked me flatly.

"Uh-uh I-I was pl-playing it." I said, not really sure what else to say.

He nodded his head slightly. I still refused to make eye contact with him, so I was awkwardly staring at hit chin.

"What is your name?" The Phantom asked me.

"Wha-what?" I asked confused.

"Your name child. What is it?"

He wanted to know my name? Hmm. "Jemma. My name is Jemma." That was the first full sentence I was able to say to him with out stuttering.

"Ah." Was all he said.

"What is your name?" I asked with a sudden ounce of confidence.

"You want to know my name?" The Phantom asked me.

"Mhmm." I mumbled in more than a whisper. I was now speaking regularly.

"It's Erik." I heard him say.

"I like that name." I told him. It just rolled off of my tongue without my brain connecting with my mouth.

"Y-you do?" Erik asked me.

"Yes." I said plainly.

I was still looking down at the ground when I felt a hand on my chin. Out of surprise and shock, I pulled away. I lost my balance trying not to bump into the grand organ and I fell to the ground. I tried to stand back up but fell once again. I am so clumsy.

I looked up and saw a hand in front of my hand. "Are you all right Jemma?" Erik asked me sounding just a tad bit concerned.

"Yes." I said. I was no agitated because when I tried to stand up the first time, I heard a rip. My tutu was now ripped and this was my favorite one.

I got up off of the ground on my own and put my hands on my tutu. I had a big rip. I could just tell. If I moved my hands then the Phantom would be able to see through my tights and he could see my under garments.

"I think I should be getting back now. It was nice meeting you though." I said backing up towards the lake where a boat now rest.

"Jemma wait." Erik said. I turned to look at the Phantom, still not making direct eye contact with him. "You can't go back there."

"Yes I can." I said stepping into the small boat.

"No, you really can't. I can't have you telling people where I live." Erik stated.

"Trust me, your secret is safe with me." I said kind of harshly. I didn't mean for it to come out like that, but it did. I pushed the boat away from the rocks and looked at Erik.

He let out a sigh and pulled a big lever which made the gate rise up to the sky so that I could leave.

"By the way." I said, finally making eye contact with the Phantom's big beautiful blue eyes. "Thank you for saving me back there."

The boat rowed away and Erik turned into just another one of the small figures I had seen in there.

When the boat came to a halting stop, I got out and looked around. There were a few ways to go, so I decided to take the winding staircase. I ran up them as fast as I could so that I could quickly get my nightgown on.

Step by step I got closer to the end of the staircase. It seemed like forever, but at last I was at the end. I walked down a small tunnel and then arrived at a one way mirror. The mirror looked into the main dressing room. On the ground lay a sleeping Christine!

I pushed on the mirror, but realized that I had to pull. I opened the doorway and walked in as hushed as I could be. I was going to go back to my room before any one noticed that I was gone, but when I looked back at Christine, I knew I couldn't just leave her there.

"Christine. Christine." I said kneeling down next to her. She opened one eye and looked at me.

"Jemma. I had the weirdest dream!" she nearly shouted while sitting up.

"Shhh." I said hushing her. We both stood up quietly and walked to the door. "Tell me about your dream Christine." I said kind of amused and glad to be back.

"OK. So I- Jemma." she said with a bit of a giggle.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Your tutu. It has a rip." I could tell that Christine was about to burst out laughing so I turned back to her and covered her mouth with my hand.

"Ewe!" I nearly shouted when Christine licked my hand. I moved my hand from her mouth and wiped it off on my trashy tutu. We both let out a small giggle.

"Now, tell me your dream." I said.

"You know what, never mind." Christine said.

"Please?" I pleaded.

"You are going to think that this is silly, but I don't think it was a dream." Christine retorted.

"Just tell me about it."

"No. You will think that I am crazy." Christine said.

"I promise I won't think that you are crazy." I held out my pinky and she took it. I pinky promised that I wouldn't think that she is crazy.

Christine sighed. "Well, I was getting ready to go out with Raoul in the changing room. I was just about to walk out of the room when I heard a voice just as all of the lights went out.

I turned around and in my mirror stood the figure of a man with half of a white mask covering the right side of his face. He put me into a trance with his voice and I took his hand. He led me down a tunnel and many, many stairs.

Finally we were standing in front of a black horse. It was the missing horse from 4 years ago, Ceaser. So he picked me up and put me onto Ceaser. He walked me down a steep path and then he picked me up and set me into a boat on a little lake.

By now I had figured out that this was both my Angle of Music and The Phantom of the Opera. For some reason I didn't care though. He had me captivated, under his spell.

When the he stopped rowing the boat, he helped me onto the land where I was now in what seemed like a cave with many candles around us. My eyes were connected with his and I refused to look elsewhere. Taking my hand, he sang,

"I have brought you

To the seat of sweet music's throne

To this kingdom where all must pay homage

To music

My music"

He took hold of my hand as I got out of the boat. His hand fitted mine so perfectly. He then began to sing one of the best songs I have ever heard with the voice of an angel. I think it went something like,

"Nigh time

Sharpens

Heightens each sensation.
Darkness stirs

And wakes imagination.
Silently the senses

Abandon their defenses.

Slowly

Gently

Night unfurls it's splendor
Grasp it

Sense it

Tremulous and tender
Turn your face away from the garish light of day.
Turn your thoughts away from cold unfeeling light

And listen to the music of the night.
Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams

Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before
Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar
And you'll live, as you've never lived before
Softly, deftly, music shall caress you.
Hear it, feel it, secretly possess you.
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind,
In this darkness that you know you cannot fight.
The darkness of the music of the night.

Let your mind start a journey to a strange new world

Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before.
Let your soul take you where you long to be.
Only then can you belong to me.
Floating, falling, sweet intoxication.
Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation.
Let the dream begin,
Let your darker side give in, to the power of the music that I write.
The power of the music of the night."

That is all I remember because he showed me a freaky life sized mannequin that looked just like me!" Christine shivered. "I passed out in his arms and when I opened my eyes I was in a beautiful swan shaped bed where a black veil surrounded me.

I pulled a velvet rope and the veil rose! I stood up and sang all that I remembered.

"I remember there was mist
Swirling mist upon a vast, glassy lake
There were candles all around,
And on the lake there was a boat,
And in the boat there was a man."

I walked towards the mystery man at the pipe organ while fixing my hair.

"Who was that shape in the shadows?
Whose is the face in the mask?"

I let my hand rest against the right side of Phantom's face where a white mask rest. I gained his trust and though I hated to do it, curiosity got the best of me! I yanked it off! I only got a quick look at his face, but all I can say is that it was kind of...ugly. I'm not shallow or cold hearted, but it was truly ugly!

Within 2 seconds or so, I was pushed on to the ground with a strong arm.

"Damn you!
You little prying Pandora!
You little demon
Is this what you wanted to see?"

He tore a blanket from a mirror and pointed to his face as if he hated to see his own face. I felt bad that I made him see it and tears formed in my eyes.

"Curse you!
You little lying Delilah!
You little viper
Now you cannot ever be free!"

He walked towards me, shouted and then walked away.

"Damn you ...
Curse you ..."

He knocked over a candle bra. He was truly in pain on the inside.

He turned to singing a sorrowful song.

"Stranger than you dreamt it
Can you even dare to look
Or bear to think of me
This loathsome gargoyle, who burns in bell
But secretly yearns for heaven
Secretly ...
Secretly ...

Christine ...

Fear can turn to love

You'll learn to see, to find the man

Behind this monster
This repulsive carcass

Who seems a beast

But secretly

Dreams of beauty
Secretly ...

Secretly ...

Oh, Christine ..."

I crawled over to him and handed him his mask. He took it, put it on and stood up.

"Come we must return
Those two fools
Who run my theatre
Will be missing you."

We had a quiet walk back here to the Prima Donna room. since I was still tired and the door was locked, I just fell asleep on the ground. Then you came!"

Christine said all of her words in almost a single breath! I was shocked! By the time we arrived at our room, the sun was about to rise. We quickly put on our nightgowns and plopped down onto our cots. Mine was at the foot of Christine's.

"Do you think I was just dreaming?" Christine asked me.

"No I don't. I believe that all happened to you." I said to my sort of sister with a smile.

Christine smiled back and covered her face with the blankets. I was about to do the same, but she pulled them down. "Jem?" she asked.

"Yes?" I looked at her with a smile.

"If Madame Giry tells me to stay in bed if she knows that I was not in bed last night, will you stay with me? Say that you are sick or sleepy?"

"I would love to Christine." I said. We both shut our eyes to try and get as much sleep as possible.