Reviews make my day haha! Yay its chapter 4! This might be a bit of a slow chapter. And I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry that this chapter has taken so long. BLeh this week has been crazy for me (I had to get braces) oh well but I promise I will start updating sooner especially the next chapter because I'm really excited for that! So enjoy and PLEASE review! Thanks!

Chapter 4:

"Maygen Daily, keep that leg straight!" The ballet mistress roared over the loud music. Opening night of Hannibal was finally here, and the ballet corps had been practicing diligently all day for the evening's performance. While all the other ballerinas were focused and ready to perform, one very young one was overly tired and timid throughout the entire rehearsal session; glancing up at the cat walks and on either side of the stage for a mysterious masked friend.

May had been beside herself all day; she had finally met the phantom. The young girl wanted so badly to tell someone and to let out her big secret but knew deep in her heart that she shouldn't, and she would not. May was absolutely shocked by how intriguing the masked man actually was. He was a lot nicer than many portrayed him as and actually rather handsome. Throughout the entire day May only had her mind on him, although it should have been on what she was doing.

As the music began to pick up, so did May's dance. As greacfully as she possibly could with her mind as busy as it was she began to spin rather elegantly. Because of the theme of the show the ballerina's costumes were rather sparse with not much to them. May's costume had a different touch to it because she was featured more. Her top was beautifully designed with a floral like pattern that covered her chest and went up and around the back of her neck leaving her thin middle shown. The bottom was a light skirt that had pieces of sheer material hanging down in lines which all ended above her ankles. All of the costumes clearly depicted the slave role they were portraying.

Her dance was slowly coming to an end as the music began to pick up with a swell of different instruments. May gracefully leapt off the ground and landed on wobbling feet. She knew that next she needed to finish her dance with a move as simple as a pot de chat. As she sprung off the ground, a bottle from up in the stage hand section of the cat walks came crashing to the ground and shattered as May was about to land. In that split second her mind was distracted and she landed wrong on her left foot. The young ballerina fell to the ground as a piece of broken glass sliced through her stockings cutting her leg. May let out a soft yelp of pain as she sat up to inspect her leg; luckily there was no glass left in her leg, but the scratch was large and bleeding badly. At this point Madame Giry and the very few stage hands standing around rushed to sight of the fallen rum bottle. May found this as a chance to sneak away to bandage her wound without drawing anyone's attention.

Quietly trying not to draw attention to herself May stood and as quickly as she could, made her way to her room. She shut the door tightly and sat on her bed. Blood had dripped down her leg and stained her ripped stockings. Trying not to touch the wound she took of her tattered stockings and threw them in a corner to throw away later. The wound wasn't that bad but just kept bleeding. Thinking on her feet May ran over to her armoire to grab her satchel. When she reached the large object of furniture she flung open the doors and reached for where it should be. May reached and grabbed nothing.

"No." She said loudly but to herself. Hurriedly she raced through her armoire searching for her satchel, throwing dress after dress to the ground in search. Nothing was there. No satchel was in sight. Breathing heavily she backed up against her bed post and began to think.

"Where could it be, oh god where could it be? I had it last night throughout the tunnels, then I had it when I got there, and then he found me and threw me to the-" It hit her. She fell to her knees.

"Oh God!" Her satchel was with the Phantom. All of her candles and adventuring items and…

"Oh NO!" her notebook. The notebook where she wrote about not only her journeys but also her thoughts and dreams and everything else. What if he read it? Millions of different cinereous were going through her head about what could have happened when there was a sudden knock on the door that made her jump. Suddenly a voice from behind the door rang out.

"May? May are you alright? Can I please come in?"

The voice belonged to Christine. May shot up off of the ground and faced the door. "Yes. Uh I'll be right there." Quickly she ran around like crazy cramming all the dresses she threw out of her armoire then slamming the door shut. She hobbled to the center of the room and stood. "Okay come in."

Christine entered and stopped right away. "May what on earth have you done to yourself?"

May looked down at her wounded leg; it was still bleeding badly.

"Oh it was an accident; I just got scratched by a piece of glass."

Christine came closer inspecting her leg. "Here let me help you. I'll be right back." Without a second thought Christine left the room and was back in a split second with a small first aid kit that was kept nearby. "Why don't you sit down?" May slowly sat on the bed as Christine took out some of the supplies in the kit.

"Oh here I can do it. I will be fine thank you." May wasn't the biggest fan of people touching her or helping her out with injuries so she would be fine by herself.

Christine gave May a grim look then spoke, "are you sure?"

"Yes thank you." May grabbed a little piece of cloth and washed the blood off of her leg.

"Well I have to get ready for this evening; will you be alright to dance tonight?" Christine questioned.

"Yes I should be fine." Suddenly an image from last night appeared in May's head. It was the painting of Christine she found in "his" lair.

"Good, well I'll be seeing you in a little while then."

"Wait Christine; I've been wondering where have you gotten your singing voice from."

Christine looked shocked by her question; her face looked a bit paler and her eyes looked darker. "Um well um I have a teacher. I'm not quite positive on his name… well I'm not positive on what he really looks like either but he has taught me in private for a long time now."

What Christine had just said made May think. "Oh ok how… generous."

Christine smiled. "Yes well I have to be going, so I will see you in a little while. Goodbye May."

"Goodbye Christine."

So that was Chapter 4. I know it was kinda slow and messy but I promise the next chapter will be a lot better! Please review I love hearing what you all think and I will try and update sooner now!

Thanks!(: