A/N: I do not own Phantom of the Opera. I merely play with them for my amusement.
Christine's POV:
We had just arrived at a bar and ordered our drinks. I looked at him and couldn't shake that feeling of familiarity. So I decided to ask. "I know this may sound strange, but have we met before?"
He looked surprised for a moment, but it was gone as soon as it came. "No, we haven't. I'm sure I would remember meeting a young woman as beautiful as you." He replied.
I turned my head away, trying to hide my blush.
Our drinks arrived. A ceasar for him, and a rum and coke for me. I was never much of a drinker.
"So, tell me more about yourself Christine." He said.
"Well, as I said at the audition, I'm in my second year at Julliard. I'm studying performance and classical music."
"That's quite interesting. What made you want to try out for Faust? I ask simply because not many women your age even know what Faust is." He said with a chuckle.
I smiled. "It's all of my classical studies. One of my courses last year was on plays from Europe in the 19th century."
"You are a very interesting woman Christine."
"Thank you." I replied. "What about you? What's your role in all this? I'm sorry, but I think I missed some of your introduction at the theatre. I was still a little hazy."
"That's quite all right." He said, covering my hand for a moment. "I'm the producer of the show. I wanted to do a production of Faust, because the story has always intrigued me and I wanted to see if it could still reach audiences in the 20th century."
"What else do you do? I find it hard to believe that all you do with your time is produce plays." I said, giving him a small smile.
Again, surprise. "Well, not many people know this, but I also compose music in my free time." He looked away, a little embarrassed.
"That sounds wonderful. May I hear some of it?" I asked.
"Well, the piece I'm working on isn't finished yet, but when it is, maybe." He said, giving me a small smile.
"I would like that." I said.
"Oh, look at the time. I should get you home before it's too late." He said, glancing at his watch.
"You don't have too."
"Oh, but I want too." He said.
He led me from the bar and hailed us a cab. I told the driver where I lived and we were off. We didn't speak during the short drive to my apartment, but that was okay. It was a comfortable silence, not an awkward one. Sooner than I expected we had arrived.
"I look forward to seeing you at rehearsals in a couple of days." He said, smiling at me.
"I look forward to seeing you too." I smiled back.
Then he did the most unexpected thing and took my hand and kissed it. For a moment my heart skipped a beat.
"Good night Christine."
"Good night Mr. Foster."
"Please, call me Erik."
"Good night Erik." I climbed out of the cab and walked into my apartment building.
Once I was inside my own apartment I collapsed onto my bed. I picked up the phone and immediately called Meg. She picked up on the second ring.
"Meg, you need to come over first thing in the morning."
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