Here is a long chapter as promised! And one fact, my role models are Sarah Brightman, Andrea Bocelli, Emmy Rossum, Emma Kenney, Edgar Allan Poe, Gaston Leroux, and Andrew Lloyd Webber!

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It had been yet another week since I had spoken to Erik. It tears my heart apart not seeing him for so long. It makes me wonder if I had done something to upset him.

As for my friends, well, I have been alone for the week. Christine has strayed far from me and when ever we came near. I don't understand it. I mean, do I have some type of odor that only she can smell?

What pains me even more is that Meg has been off dancing and talking with the ballerinas in the play. She is my one dear cousin and she doesn't even have time for me! It is as off everyone is avoiding me!

A few times this week I have caught the chorus girls pointing at me and laughing among mindless chit chat. When ever I caught their wandering eyes, I looked elsewhere as I tried to held back tears.

I wondered if anyone knew that their words were hurting me.

Oh! How could I forget about our dear diva Carlotta! Purposefully bumping into my shoulder when ever she walked past me which seemed to happen 5 times a day at least!

Once this week, Carlotta 'accidentally' spilled cold water over top my head, at lunch! I was just silently eating my small lunch of bread and butter when heavy footsteps inched near my table. It was just me and 2 greasy stage hands.

"Well well well;" I spun around in my seat, my face showing less expression than a brick. "If it isn't our little princess Ejemmaline!"

"It's Jemma." I merely stated.

"Well Ejemmaline fits you better." I raised an eyebrow. "A foolish name for a foolish little girl!"

I scowled at her.

"Of coarse you could never compare to me! Oh and trust me Ejemmaline;" I hated that she was bringing back my wretched name. "If I could take some of my talent and sprinkle it on you, I wouldn't!" The cafeteria filled with roaring laughter.

"Gee thanks." I said plainly and full of sarcasm.

"But I can do one thing to help you out!" Carlotta gestured to my face. I raised an eyebrow.

Carlotta smirked and lifted her cup of water so that it was hovering over me. Then, with out hesitation, she poured it over my head!

My brown locks stuck to my face, letting water drip onto my face and down my dress.

"Better!" Carlotta barked. Once again, laughter surrounded me. I turned my head a bit to take in a few faces. It looked as if some of them were forcing laughter. Maybe I was wrong, but I thought that a few people were faking a laugh so that they seemed 'cool'.

I didn't feel like fighting with her then so all I did was glare at her. I stood up and ram to the nearest wash room. Looking in the mirror, all I saw was a disgruntled girl with matted hair and dripping makeup.

My eyes dropped at the eight of this sport girl. I wondered where woeful was when I needed Jim most.

I leaned against the wall and slid down it until I was sitting. I pulled my knees to my chest and rested my head in my send. Then I let tears of humiliation spill out of my eyes.

That was just the worst of all 7 days away from Erik.

"Ejemmaline!" I sighed as Madame Giry snapped at me making my thoughts fade into nothingness.

"If you are going to call me by that name then I shall call you aunt. Aunty Antoinette." She called me by my child name and so I decided to call her by the name I called her in my letters from America to France.

A few girls giggled when I called my aunt by her first name. I looked into Madame Giry's eyes and saw that she was fuming!

"Just focus on dancing Jemma! Get your head out of the clouds and stop day dreaming! You will get no where if you are living in a dream world!" I rolled my eyes and slouched as she stomped her long cane on the wooden ground.

"Posture Jemma, posture!" She put one hand on my stomach and the other on my back. Then she made me stand straight up.

I heard a crack in my back and gritted my teeth together. "Practice your moves starting from 5th position. Remember, your part could easily be given to another girl such as Christine." I really wasn't in the mood to hear talk about how great Christine was and how I never should have landed the part.

Madame Giry tapped her cane on my feet just hard enough to get the point across but not to hurt me. With that's she turned and walked away to snap some other ballerinas into shape.

I sighed again and did a few stretches. I then stood up and practiced the moves again. I don't exactly love dancing, but I don't hate it. When I am on stage it feels nice to hear the applauds. Now though, they will be clapping only for me. That thought brought a smile to my face as I rehearsed all of the moves that I was thought. I spun around on the stage until my dance was over. I was sweating a bit and so I just stood there to catch my breath.

I looked out at the chairs which people would soon be seated in. I smiled a bit again and began to think of what it would be like to have roses tossed at my feet as Christine and Carlotta had had done.

The sound of someone clapping behind me snapped me out of my simi day dreaming and wishing. I spun around on my heels. I smiled like a total fool when I saw William standing only about 4 feet away clapping his hands together.

"Just one week of practicing and already perfect! I'm amazed." I felt my cheeks head up and I knew that I was blushing as he took a step forward towards me.

"I have seen you practicing as well. Not to bad William. Not bad." I smiled and forced my blush back so that I looked like a normal girl rather than a clown.

"Trust me honey, you haven't seen anything yet!" He flicked my nose and I let out a giggle.

"And neither have you!"

William smiled a gorgeous smile. "So Jemma, I was thinking, would you like to go out for dinner one day this week?" He shrugged a bit. Gosh he can be cute!

"Like a date?"

"Not like a date, a date." He flashed another pretty boy smile.

I was at a loss for words. "Well…"

"Please?" He made a cute puppy dog face! How ca I resist?

"Well you see, I would really love to go on a date with you William, but I must practice a bunch this week." I mentally kicked myself. My first chance to go on a date and I turn the boy down.

"Oh. I see." He said sadly.

"I'm sorry. Maybe we can do something after the show?" I asked William.

"Yeah. Or we could grab a lunch after practicing." He more demanded it then asked.

"I'm sorry William but I can't" I turned around and began to practice a few more moves. When William was demanding us to go out to lunch he had a kind of maniac look in his eyes. It was creepy.

As I practicing a few slow dance moves while running lines through my head when a hand tightly gripped my shoulder and spun around. I froze mid spin as I was very startled and shocked. It wasn't a friendly grip on my shoulder rather than a painful one.

Once I was fully spun around, I looked up and saw William who was glaring down at me. I was positive that I looked like a frightened puppy dog in his grip. I tried to free my arm from his hand, but he only squeezed harder.

"I expect you to keep that promise." He darkly said.

"Wh-what promise?"

"Dinner, stupid!" He kept his voice low so that no one heard him beside me. His voice might have been low but it held all the same power and darkness.

"O-ok." I nodded my head vigorously.

"Good girl." He released his grip and patted my cheek. He flashed his amazing smile as if nothing had happened which creped me out.

William turned and walked off, leaving me frozen in place and scared to death.

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So I actually have a few questions! I love it when you answer them, but could you at least answer one? Thanks! 1- If you were near, would you have stopped Carlotta from being so rude o Jemma? 2- What do you curently think of William? 3- If you were Jemma, would you have had the nerve to push William off of you? Remember, I always respond!