Hello boys and girls...been a while hasn't it? hehe...

Sorry...I don't have an excuse for not updating. I'm so sorry.

Not long, but after seeing a new review, I thought..."Why not?"

I hope you like it!

"DID I NOT INSTRUCT THAT BOX 5 WAS TO BE KEPT EMPTY?"

I'm sorry

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The white porcelain felt smooth in his hands, he looked up at the person who had given him this gift. "Clara...I can't express my gratitude..." He grinned, turned from her to look in the mirror and put the mask on, "It's so cool!"

"Glad you like it." Clara smiled back, playing with the bottom her costumes skirt, uncomfortable in it. "You kept complaining about how "if anyone saw you they'd run in fear." and I was tired of it, so...got ya a mask. Though you might be more terrifying with it on.."

He rolled his eyes but smiled fondly, "Don't you have a rehearsal to go to?" He adjusted the mask slightly admiring himself in it.

"Yes." She sat up, and looked at him, "See you tonight after the show?" she moved a strand of her hair behind her ear as she looked at him, nibbling on her lower lip.

He turned to her, took her hand and pressed his lips to the back of it, "Of course, M'lady." He winked up at her and stood once more.

She blushed and started to walk away, "The Roof?" She asked over her shoulder.

"The Roof." He agreed, smiling at her as she disappeared from view. He then turned and went to his piano,

'to compose a new masterpiece.' Clara thought and went up to the lively world of the Opera house.

On her way to rehearsal, she ran into Rose, and together they went down the staircase. Rose talked about what she did this morning with her angel. Clara smiled and nodded, but her heart clenched with guilt for keeping the Doctor a secret to her best friend.

"What did you do?" The Blonde beauty asked her friend.

Before she could reply, Ms. Song interrupted their conversation.

"You're both late." She gave them a irritated look, "To the bar, and after rehearsal, I want both of you to do 200 piles."

"But, Ms. Song.." Clara tried to protest only for her instructor to stop her.

"Would you rather I tell your Aunt, Ms. Oswald?" River raised an eyebrow at the young girl.

Clara let out a soft sigh. No, that was the last thing she wanted. He Aunt was...odd to say the least. But she was a very ambitious woman. After years as the lead Ballet instructor, she was offered the job as the lead director of the opera house. She had full control of everything from which Operas they did to what color petticoat would be best with the lead's dress. She had more control than the owner did! Nothing went past her, well, almost everything.

Rehearsal went slowly. Amelia Pond, the current Prima Donna, sang loudly, with her Scottish accent in full power, making it difficult to hear the music to keep in time, but they managed. Clara, gave a expert twirl around Rory, which resulted in the fiery redhead to glare daggers at her, and stop singing just to make Ms. Song to change the choreography. The rehearsal was stopped in the middle of songs multiple times during the rehearsal, but the last was not Amelia's fault.

The owner of the opera house, Mr. Craig Owens, walked into the middle of the stage with three other men. One was around in his 70's with little white hair on his head and chin. He covered it with a large hat. He was introduced as, "Wilfred Mott." The next appeared to be mid-age. He was quite tall, but a little chubby. He was called, "Brian Williams." The last of the three men, made most of the girls drool. His hair was a chocolate brown and was wild on his head, sticking up slightly from his constant running his fingers through it. He wore a brown suit, blue shirt, and grey and purple tie with odd-looking white dress shoes.

Rose stood frozen in shock, staring at him like she was seeing a ghost. Clara looked at her with concern and tuned back into the conversation.

"And we're deeply honored to introduce, our new patron, Dr. John Smith."