I own nothing! I don't own The Phantom of the Opera or any of the Characters therein! I also don't own the Killers' song Dustland Fairytale. It features in the chapter, that's why the songs featured in the chapter are in the titles.

And those titles that don't have songs inside the chapters are still song titles, for those who didn't know. Extra points to someone who can tell me what song I chose and who it is done by! Even more points go to those who can tell me why I chose the titles that I did!

Sarah sat down behind the electronic piano and Erik stared at it and pressed a key. To no shock of his, no sound came out.

"Come here, I'll show you what I mean by buttons," she said as she turned it on. "That was the power button, obviously. Let's see… Harpsichord? Nah… an electric guitar sounds more my mood."

Erik was confused after she pushed the key once to hear it normal, then again after she pressed two buttons, and to his shock the same key note pressed came out sounding like a harpsichord. She pressed two more buttons and he heard a new sound, one completely unheard of for his time.

"Are you sure?" he asked, staring at the keyboard. "I could play something…"

"You wouldn't know any of the songs I'd be singing," she said softly before beginning to warm up her voice with a soft melody.

The Dustland Fairytale beginning
With just another white trash county kiss in '61.
Long brown hair, and foolish eyes.
He'd look just like you'd want him to
Some kind of slick chrome American prince.

Blue Jean serenade
Moon River what'd you do to me
I don't believe you.

Saw Cinderella in a party dress, she was looking for a nightgown.
I saw the devil wrapping up his hands, he's getting ready for the showdown.
I saw the minute that I turned away, I got my money on a pawn tonight.

Change came in disguise of revelation, set his soul on fire.
She said she always knew he'd come around.
And the decades disappear
Like sinking ships but we persevere.
God gives us hope but we still fear what we don't know.

Your mind is poisoned.
Castles in the sky sit stranded, vandalized.
The drawbridge is closing.

Saw Cinderella in a party dress, she was looking for a nightgown.
I saw the devil wrapping up his hands, he's getting ready for the showdown.
I saw the ending when they turned the page, I threw my money and I ran away.
Sent to the valley of the great divide
Out where the dreams all hide.
Out where the wind don't blow,
Out here the good girls die.
And the sky won't snow
Out here the bird don't sing
Out here the field don't blow
Out here the bell don't ring
Out here the bell don't ring
Out here the good girls die
Now Cinderella don't you go to sleep, it's such a bitter form of refuge.
Why don't you know the kingdoms under siege and everybody needs you.
Is there still magic in the midnight sun, or did you leave it back in '61?
In the cadence of a young man's eyes,
Out where the dreams all hide.

Erik blinked at her shocked. He most certainly hadn't heard those lyrics ever before, much less the song that she was playing. This had him considering the worth of this young woman before him. She could very easily become his personal muse, had Christine not taken that title already. They were both quite beautiful and wonderful singers in their own rights, and better yet this one could play the piano and perform any task that he could with great ease.

"You have a wonderful voice," he said softly, and she huffed quietly.

"You're the only one who thinks that," she murmured dejectedly as she began to pick out a new tune on the piano, one he didn't recognize.

"What song is this?" he asked curiously. "it sounds so… painful…"

"It's just what I feel," she murmured as she began playing more and more, harsher angry sounds mixing with sorrowful ones and eventually merging to create a climax that sounded as though she was dying of the pain within.

"May I borrow it?" he asked, and she looked at him. "Your music, may I borrow it sometime?"

"Sure, have fun," she shrugged. "It's not like anybody here will appreciate it anyways."

"Will they?"

"No."

"Why not? You have much untapped talent, such a shame it's going to waste!"

"Tell that to them."

"Tell that to who?"

"Everything. This is the world that I live in."

"Your world is horrible."

"You have only seen the beginning. They have this thing called the internet that allows you to wirelessly connect laptops and large, non-portable laptops – otherwise called computers. And the internet has porn all over it."

"Porn? Is that a type of music?"

"… You're kidding, right? They really don't have porn in your time? none?!" she half-shouted, and his hand twitched towards his Punjab lasso till he realized that this was her yelling in shock.

"Um… what is it?"

"Ugh… what's the word I'm looking for? Hm…" she closed her eyes and was still for a bit. "How shall I put this… it's like… ugh… tactlessness is the last thing I want right now, but you've left me no choice, monsieur. I'm warning you, do you really want to know? I just about busted a lung when I figured out."

"I want to know."

"Porn is pictures of naked people. Videos are basically moving color pictures, and they have porn of that as well where you can watch girls – or guys as well, now that I think about it – strip, mess with their sexual areas, or even sexual intercourse."

Erik said nothing but ran towards the bathroom door that they had passed, raced inside and puked in the nearest toilet, not even caring that he had run into a women's restroom. He shivered once before returning back to Sarah, who was now picking out a slow tune that was so sad it almost tugged at his heartstrings to the point of nearly making him leave Christine for her. almost.

"Your time has become so vile," he spat. "How did this happen?"

"It started in the nineteen-fifties when girls began wearing shorter skirts, and it just kept getting worse from there. Porn really was always around if you knew where to go, but I guess the blunt force of it is really from the mid-nineties up until today. It's only been getting worse, and trust me, there are even parents who use porn as a way of teaching their kids about puberty."

"Your time is revolting."

"That's only the beginning," she snorted, and he shook his head and began pacing to try to clear it of all the vile things he had heard that night.

Yeah... nasty note to end this update on, yes? She doesn't really know about much more than that since she's stuck in a High School and has been learning about nothing but high school rated materials like porn and stuff.

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