Here is another chapter! Do you like me posting so much?! I hope so! So, were any of your predictions right? Let's see! But first, a fact about me!...I lived in a foster home for about 1.5 years! And no, i was not adopted. I got to go home with my real Mommy and my little bro bro! Alright, well, I will let you all read on!

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(Jemma's P.O.V)

I felt as if my body were being shaken. "Ugh…" I mumbled, still half asleep.

"Jemma…" The voice sounded far away, as if in another world.

"Shhh." I hushed the person and waved a hand aimlessly in the air.

"Jemma!" I felt a thump on my forehead and my eyes shot open. I knew right away that it was Christine. Whenever I refuse to wake up, she flicks me in the head. "Get up." She spoke in frantic voice which worried me. I bolted upright.

"What is it Christine?" I widened my tired eyes.

"We must hurry down! I thought it would be smart to arrive before any of the other girls so that they didn't hound you with to many questions first thing in the morning. This will give you time to wake up." I smiled at Christine and then looked out the window. The sky hadn't a hint of sun light. Stars still illuminated the night sky.

"Christine my friend, that is very sweet of you! May I ask though, what time is it?" She glanced down at a pocket watch on our nightstand.

"About 4 in the morning." My eyes grew even wider.

"Christine! We don't have to be up for another 3 or 4 hours!" I tossed my pillow at her but she moved out of the way and instead let it fall to the ground with a thud.

Christine put a perfectly manicured finger to her bright pink lips. "Jemma, the idea is NOT to wake up the other girls. Now, get your butt out of that bed this instant and change."

I shrugged a bit and pulled the covers from my body. Then I stood up, my bare feet hitting the cold wooden ground, sending a shiver up my spine. "Gosh mother!"

I walked to my wardrobe and opened it up. I pulled out a pair of clear leggings and a light blue skirt that flowed to my knees with it's ruffles. After I had my bottom half of my body dressed, I slipped on a tight, white long sleeve shirt that hugged my skin greatly. Then with a bit of help from Christine, I managed to get on a corset which was a shade of the lightest blue making it look almost white.

I took a look in the mirror and frowned. I didn't really have a
reason to frown, it was just the shear fact that it was way to early
and I had only gotten about 5 hours of sleep.

"What is the matter Boo?" Christine used my hated nickname. I got
the nickname because I am so easily scared.

I spun to Christine. "First off, do not call me that. You know I
hate that nickname." She just shrugged in a sympathetic way. "And
second, I am tired. So if you don't mind, I would like to get down to
the stage now. The sight of that place always makes me happy and glad
to be awake for another day."

Christine smiled. "What ever you say Boo!"

I clenched my fists and took in a deep breath of air. Christine
skipped out of the room with out even making a sound. I finished
lacing my light blue ballet slippers and then trudged after my perky
friend.

I made my way down the winding steps and to the grand foyer,
Christine being a good mile ahead of me. Out of breath, I finally made
it to the stage. It was dimly lite by the moon light and maybe a few
candles of which Christine had stroke a match to.

"Did we start a new Opera?" I asked Christine as she waved her hand to put out the fire from a match.

"Indeed we did!" She pranced over to me. Gosh! How on earth could she be this hyper at 4 in the morning!?

"Is it as stupid as the last one?"

Christine had a look of utter disbelief on her face. "That was an amazing Opera Jemma! Are you stupid?"

I shrugged. "Maybe. Or maybe I just didn't like it because La Carlotta was the star of it…again! Gosh! Why can't they let some other people audition?" I threw my hands up in the air.

Christine clicked her tongue and hung her head low. I stared at her as if she had 30 eyes on top of her head. When she jumped up oh so suddenly, it made me jump with fear. "Idea!" She pointed her finger to the roof.

Naturally, I looked up.

"Uh Jemma?"

"Yes Christine?"

"Why are you looking up?" I looked back down at her.

"You had pointed to the roof and I guessed that it meant you saw something. I don't know." Christine let out a small and short laugh. Then she put on a serious face. Man, when she isn't in public, this girl is as crazy as psychopathic killer!

"Well Jemma, my idea involves you and I. You see, we-" I cut her off mid sentence.

"Oh no! Not again! The last time I got involved in one of your crazy plans, I ended up ripping the phantom's mask off and getting screamed at!" I looked around nervously as if I expected Erik to be right behind me holding a noose.

"Jemma, I'm sorry about that but this time is different!" Her eyes widened making her face look like that of a puppy's.

I turned to leave so that I could go outside to get some air.

"Let the world see your talent Jemma! It is your time to shine!"

I quickly pivoted my body so that I once again faced my brunette friend. "What talent?" My eyes grew wide. She couldn't possibly have known about the fact that I sing! There was no way she could find out!

Christine rocked back and forth on her feet. "A little birdie told me." She nearly sung the words as they rolled off of her tongue.

I felt my eyebrows furrow together. Meg. "Did this birdie happen to have blonde hair and a big mouth?"

Christine just whistled. This was a mockery.

"Christine!"

"May-be." Christine looked at me with a smile.

Gosh! I knew I couldn't trust Meg! I know that she is my cousin and you should always trust family, but that is kind of hard to do when Meg is part of your family. I sighed. "What all did she tell you?"

"Well, she said that you were a good singer and that she loved your voice!" I felt a deep crimson blush paint my cheeks.

"Really!" I made eye contact with Christine. I was glad that Meg didn't say the whole part where I thought I wasn't as good as Christine. At least if she had told her, Christine didn't mention it to me. "Now, do you want to hear my idea?" Christine asked with a near pleading expression

As my blush slowly faded I decided to hear Christine out. "Alright. Go for it."

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Alright, so i know I said that I would only ask one question, but this is a 2 part thing! 1- What do you think that Christine's plan is? And 2- If you were Christine, what would your idea be to get the world to see Jemma's talent? Alright, answer the question in a review! I alwars respond! Thanks and have a lovely night or day!