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This – Erik and Sarah singing

This – Sam, Joe, and Christine singing.

This – all five singing.

Last time: 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.

In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came
That voice which calls to me and speaks my name
And do I dream again? For now I find
The Phantom of the Opera is there inside my mind

Sing once again with me our strange duet
My power over you grows stronger yet
And though you turn from me to glance behind
The Phantom of the Opera is there inside your mind

Those who have seen your face draw back in fear
I am the mask you wear it's me they hear
Your/My spirit and my/your voice in one combined
The Phantom of the Opera is there inside my/your mind

He's there, the Phantom of the Opera!

As the five sang, Erik and Christine watched Sarah and her two brothers, as they were seemingly walking on top of the waters. They were, after all, in a school and not in the water-filled area. Sam and Joe would sing it about a female phantom, much to Christine and Phantom's confusion, up until they heard the phantom that was walking singing. It was then that they realized that the phantom over these two boys was a woman, and a very hate-filled one at that, with enough hate to rival that of him.

Sarah looked over at the phantom only once, and made eye contact to find that they were as blue as the sea itself, although with no idea how they were that way. Come time for the singing at the end, she was silent was she watched her brothers begin singing lower and lower notes instead of higher notes like Christine was.

She looked around them, slightly shocked and confused. The lair was always as she had imagined it from the movies, only so much better, and it was to her shock that Christine wasn't that much taller than her, if only by a couple of inches, if that. Her brothers, however, were terrified and seeing both the phantom's lair and their sister's layer, as though two scenes were warring for dominance on a television set. Christine, Samuel and Joseph stared as the phantom and Sarah stepped into their domains in unison, each one beginning to sing in their own voices – he in a wonderful baritone, she in an operatic soprano.

Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defenses

Slowly, gently night unfurls its 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 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

Samuel, Joseph, and Christine stared at the area around them as the two phantoms led them around, each one slowly pausing long enough to continue keeping their gender opposites under their spells of shock and awe. Christine looked as though she wanted more than what the phantom was giving her, and Samuel and Joseph were looking as though they were staring at the only thing that could bring their sister back to them.

The two phantoms led the trio to a section of their domains, and Christine fainted as she saw the dress and area that the phantom had devoted to her. Samuel and Joseph were gaping in shock and horror before fainting at the sight of a shrine dedicated to the two that they had watched been killed in the gymnasium of the high school that they were now teaching at. The students, had, ironically, been terrorized by their phantom for seven years, even up until they graduated, but the phantom had not gone back to terrorize her old middle school. No, she had set it up so that her old principals had moved up with her grade, and had remained at the school whether they liked it or not.

You alone can make my song take flight
Help me make the music of the night

The two phantoms carried their loads to their two separate beds – the male carrying Christine bridal-style, with Sarah carrying her brothers over her shoulders. Sarah had particularly enjoyed watching the male phantom, hoping and longing to touch him and let him know that she had emulated her life after his, and even to the point that people feared her more than death itself. But as they finished singing, she and her brothers began fading, much to the phantoms' confusion.

"Who are you?" the male phantom murmured. "How are you doing this?"

"I am you, in a different time," she replied softly as she was beginning to fade. "I am you in spirit, but not in person. Beaten, destroyed, my time created me, just as the gypsies did to you. We are one in spirit, but we are in two different times."

"How do you do this?" he repeated impatiently, also wondering how she knew of him and his history.

"I would tell you if I knew," she said quietly. "But let me suffice by saying that you are still feared, even in our time. In our time, you are feared still, and even revered by some who think of you as a god."

"Impossible," he murmured as she finally finished fading. "I am… revered?"

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