Hello everyone! Okay so chapter 4 has been giving me MAJOR problems with uploading and it was just being stupid, so that is the main reason chapter 5 hasn't been uploaded soon enough.

I hope you enjoy this chapter, I'm excited for this one and I hope you all will enjoy it!

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Chapter 5:

Her plan was set; after the night's performance May would once again venture down through the cold, dark catacombs of the opera house to retrieve her satchel. The performance was well on its way now. Act two had just begun and May, alongside all of the other ballerinas, sprang forth out of the wings opening the second half. The youngest of all the ballerinas was still struggling with the dances because of her wandering mind and now her wounded leg. Besides that the opera was fantastic. The entire audience was absolutely awestruck by the populaire's new prima donna.

Christine's voice soared like an angel as all of the girls danced around her. May's solo dance was approaching sooner than she realized so as the current song ended she sprinted off the stage and straight to her dressing room to change into her slave costume. Swinging the door open and slamming it shut in a split second May stopped in her tracks as she noticed something different in her dressing room. Lying beautifully upon her makeup vanity was a large and extravagantly beautiful bouquet of flowers. Walking closely May was astounded by all of the lovely flowers ranging from yellow roses to wonderful lily's, all of the flowers she always loved.

Suddenly a white note setting next to the bouquet caught her eye. Gingerly she picked up the note and caressed it lightly as she opened it; the note read,

Astounding dancing Miss. Daily!

Best of luck in act 2!

J. O.

She scanned the note over and over again; who was J.O? Why did he leave so many flowers? How did he know her?

Time went on as all of these thoughts rushed through her already busy mind. Suddenly there was a loud knock at the door and the familiar sound of the stage manager "Five minutes Miss. Daily!" Snapping out of her daze May frantically ran to her costume rack stripping her slave costume from its hanger in one swift movement. Rushing behind her changing screen, the girl's skirt, leotard, accessories and hair piece was ripped off as she scurried into her now rather reviling costume. Carefully May pulled on her stockings avoiding her wound as best as possible; although she didn't show it her leg was giving her a great deal of pain.

"2 minutes Miss. Daily!" the voice came through again. Giving a sigh of annoyance and anger May sprinted to her mirror pinning the sides of her hair back and placing her golden headband in place. Grabbing her pointe shoes and racing for the door, the girl shot out of her dressing room and down the long hallways making her way to the stage on wobbling legs as she fastened her shoes securely to her feet. She was almost to the stage and could hear the music beginning to swell into its melodious dancing tune when suddenly she was pushed, or tripped; she really didn't have time on her hands to realize what happened. As May fell to the floor and slid on her right thigh. As she slid a short distance she could feel the bandages on her thigh being ripped down as fresh blood hit her cool stockings. Putting her pain to the side she sprang up and ran towards the stage as a voice sounded behind her. "Watch yourself you little rat."

Turning quickly as she ran she hollered back "Sorry Monsieur!" and now she was on the stage. The heat from all of the candles glowing on her burnt through her skin as her music began. Pushing every thought in her head behind, May began her beautifully graceful dance gliding across the stage like an ice skater on smooth ice.

Watching from the audience no one would have ever realized that the young dancer was in a great deal of pain, no one would have also realized the red coloring running down her right leg threatening to touch the stage. But one person realized. One phantasmal creature lurking above the stage noticed ever difference in the girls dancing and behavior as she went on. A strange sense of pity rushed through the man watching above as the girl hurried through the song on shaking legs that nobody but him would have been able to spot.

Finally after what seemed like ages the song came to an end. New ensemble members rushed onto the stage to finish the show as the staring ballerina ran off as a rapture of loud and enthusiastic clapping burst through the opera house. Not caring about the response her audience was giving her May ran over to a wall leaning against it and inspected her bloody leg. It hurt badly as it bled through her now drenched stockings. Turning swiftly to go back to her dressing room a hand was placed on her shoulder spinning her around and pushing her back out onto the stage.

"Wait-wait stop what are you doing?"

"It's curtain call, get out there girl!" with one harsh shove she was now pushed back into the heat of the candles onstage. As May looked around realizing what was going on, she bundled up all of her energy and gracefully ran to center stage bowing to the audience as they responded with loud appreciative applause and adoration. As new featured singers sprang from the wings to bow May moved to the side with the rest of the cast to acknowledge everyone else. Suddenly May glanced over the audience as everybody stood and cheered louder than she had ever heard. Christine had taken center stage and was receiving the amazing applause as flowers flew from all angles of the crowd to the feet of the brand new prima donna.

As the clapping died down and the cast retreated to the wings, May pushed through everybody as fast as she could and dashed down the crowded hallways to her dressing room. She could see it in the distance; the ivory door of her dressing room beckoned her as she began to well up with tears of pain. She was almost there, so close to security and so close to being away from the crowds of people rushing backstage when a cold hand was placed upon her shoulder stopping her in her tracks as she let out a yelp of alarm and turning with swift trepidation.

"Mademoiselle please forgive me, I didn't mean to frighten you." The voice was beautiful; thick and sincere with a touch of happiness. Looking up to meet the height of the person standing very close to her, she was stopped by two big piercing blue eyes gazing down at her longingly. Scanning over the man in front of her she was met with a strikingly handsome man with light blonde hair, soft pink lips, and beautiful features all over. May was strangely ok with the close proximity of the tall man standing over her.

Pushing away some tears threatening to escape she softly spoke up.

"Oh I'm sorry. No-no you didn't frighten me at all." The tall man smiled down at her with a gorgeous smile that May adored instantly.

"Well that's good!" A slight laugh escaped his soft lips as he spoke again. "Allow me to introduce myself," Slowly he took May's hand into his, "Jack… Jack Oliver," Lifting May's hand to his mouth, he pressed a feather light kiss to the back of her hand making her blush a light shade of pink.

Pulling her hand away May scanned his face again. "Jack? Jack Oliver?" Jack smiled at her and nodded slowly.

"Yes, or you might know me as J.O." He noticed the young girls face brightens up as he told her that.

"That was you?" She questioned.

"Well it all depends what you are questioning." He shot the girl a sly look that melted her heart.

"The flowers; They were from you?" He nodded with a slight smirk. "Oh well t-thank you very much monsieur Oliver that was very generous of you."

"Please just call me Jack, and no need to thank me." There was a short pause as they gazed into each other's eyes. "You know… your dancing is marvelous, you had me in a complete trance the entire time." A light blush played across May's cheeks again.

"Thank you… Jack." Jack absolutely adored the slight hesitation she gave before speaking his name. There was another short pause as he gazed down and spotted something on May's leg.

"Oh Miss. Daily what have you done?" May looked at him questioningly forgetting about her wounded leg completely. "Your leg, its bleeding"

"What oh, oh nothing it was just an accident this morning. I'm fine."

"Oh wow, well here why don't I help you…" May cut him off.

"No, oh no I'll be fine trust me."

"No really let me help you" He walked closer to her as she moved away slowly.

"Jack please I appreciate it but I'll be fine. Thank you." Jack gazed at May in defeat then spoke up with a change of expression.

"Ok if you insist but before I forget I have one request of you." May gazed at him with a questionable expression. "Have dinner with me; Tonight." May looked at him shocked, she was about to say yes when she realized something; her satchel. She had to get it, but didn't want to pass up an opportunity like this.

"Jack I'd love to- " She was cut off.

"Great! I will be back in a little bit. Take all the time you need I'll just knock when I return."

"But Jack I.." He pulled her hand up to his lips again.

"Until then mademoiselle Daily." And with that he turned and briskly walked away. Oh how he walked. He had a beautiful air of grace and knowledge to him. As May watched him disappear into the rush of people backstage she disappeared behind the door of her dressing room where she readied herself for her dinner tonight. Stripping off her blood stained stockings May washed off her leg and wrapped a tight bandage down her thigh securely. Racing for her dress that she wore earlier in the day she ran behind her changing screen and rushed into her gown. The gown was a beautiful a light pink that complemented her skin perfectly. The dress had a small black sweater that went with it buttoning down her waist leaving open her chest area. Pulling off her golden headband, May shook out her curls and tied the sides back with a light pink bow. As she sat down at her vanity to take off some of her stage makeup there was a light knock at the door.

"Come in!" Slowly opening the door Jack walked in and shut it behind him standing tall in his spotless suit, perfect blue eyes, shaggy blonde hair, and coat in hand. He gazed over May as she stood and was stunned by her beautiful appearance.

"Wow." He paused "Uh are you ready to go?" May nodded as she flicked off a gas lamp, grabbed her cloak and walked towards the tall man waiting for her. Taking her cloak from her and draping it around her shoulder Jack offered his arm to May as he stood tall.

"Shall we?"

Hehe young lovers and such and such! I hope you enjoyed that chapter. Please review I love hearing from all of you and I want to know what you think about Monsieur Oliver haha (; Thanks Again!