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This means thoughts or her singing.

This means that the boys are singing.

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Sarah looked around at her surroundings and narrowed her eyes at her brothers as they were about to leave their offices, talking with their mother animatedly.

"I'm so proud of you, my sons," she praised. "I only wish that your sister could have achieved such heights had she lived!"

'What are you talking about?! I've achieved greater heights than any of you will ever know! I've got more money, more power, more fear ignited in my very name than you three idiots ever will!' Sarah screamed mentally, clenching her fist around her Punjab lasso to keep from using it.

"But mother, Sarah was always the one to do the dishes, and all the other chores, everything she said that night was true, mother," Sam protested.

"Nonsense! She rarely did the dishes! I can't recall a time she did the dishes without whining and screaming that it was your turn!" she scoffed.

"Renee, it is time you'd best be leaving," Andrew said from the doorway. "It is my turn to speak with them."

Sarah's mother puffed herself up before heading to the door.

"Five minutes after your father is through with you, no later," she said pointing to the two before leaving.

"Well done," Andrew smiled pulling out a couple of daisies. "She is pleased with you."

If only because of what they said about me, Sarah snorted softly as her father left. Renee stuck her head in the door and told them five minutes or they would get locked in their rooms. Sarah knew that there were only three bedrooms in the house, so the fact that Sam and Joe had separate rooms could only mean that one of the two had moved into her room. Sarah locked the door with a key she had gotten from her father as he frowned at her choice of people, and he went away. She took a deep breath and began singing, knowing that her singing voice would have matured too much for them to even begin thinking that it was her who was their "angel". Naturally, she also had to change up some lyrics for it.

Insolent bitch, this slave of fashion
Basking in your glory
Ignorant fool, this brave old cougar
Sharing in my triumph

Angel, I hear you, speak I listen
Stay by my side, guide me
Angel, my soul was weak, forgive me
Enter at last, Master

Flattering men, you shan't know me
See why in shadow I hide
Look at your face in the mirror
I am there inside

Angel of Music, guide and guardian
Grant to us your glory
Angel of Music, hide no longer
Come to us, strange angel

I am your Angel of Music
Come to me, Angel of Music
I am your Angel of Music
Come to me, Angel of Music

As Sarah watched her brothers come to her, she was taken back to the Opera Populaire, and as she sang to lure them in, she stood beside the real Phantom of the Opera, who was working on luring Christine Daee in. To Sarah's shock, her brothers were also brought with her, and even though they were phantoms in this time, real ghosts, they could still be seen and heard.

Her brothers hesitated for mere moments, at the same time as Christine did. But they took their sister's hands and were determined to follow her. She led them through her school domain, twisting and winding just as the phantom was with Christine. The phantom and Christine could see the trio, and the trio could see and hear the phantom and Christine, but none of the five of them dared to alter what was going on. No, they wanted to see just how things would play out. As furious as the phantom was, he had a diva to seduce.

She was now glad that her brothers had kept all of her things untouched, for it made her truly a phantom. Nobody would ever know that it was her who had, and still to this day, terrorized their high school. After all, the fewer people who knew about her identity the better.

As much as she missed her old life, she wouldn't have given her new one up to go back to it. After all, she only had a seventh grade education and she was nineteen. She wouldn't have survived long in the work force.

Sarah took a deep breath, and bared her nerves to prepare for the one thing in her life that she had never thought she would ever achieve: a duet with the phantom of the Opera.

*fangirl squeals* AT LAST! I've actually had dreams that I was Christine and in church when the phantom showed up at random and started singing to me!

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