Erik ((the Phantom)) took the one mask he had been eying for days now. He wanted to make sure they had no more use of it after the opera they had finally finished. He put it on and looked at himself in the mirror. It covered his deformation and so, he absolutely loved it. He headed back down to his underground layer and placed some other stuff he found where he would place them. Wigs would go with the head models and other wigs, and the capes would go where he had all his clothes.

Everything seemed perfect. He looked around, waiting for inspiration to write some more music, and when he couldn't find it, he decided to head back up to the first floor. He froze before the door that led into the auditorium when he heard a beautiful, angelic singing voice.

Christine was standing in center stage all alone the spot light on her alone. She glowed like an angle in her white dress as her long brown hair draped around her body. She felt everyone's eyes on her as she sang her song. The beauty of her voice could free any demon form there curse. She was just as beautiful physically as her voice was. She had high dreams of becoming a star in the theater.Once she finished her song everyone cheered and she left the stage and disappeared into her dressing room for the remainder of the night.

After Erik had staid to hear her voice, he hurried to the flower shop to steal a rose. Then he hurried down to his layer to find something to tie onto the rose. He was pleased with himself to find some black ribbon laying about on his desk as he wrapped it around the rose's stem and tied it into a perfect bow. Then he hurried up to make sure he had spoken to Madame Giry alone.

"Erik, what are you doing here?" she asked, happy to see him as she was preparing for the after party in her room.

Erik handed her the rose. "This is for Miss Christine Daae. Tell I am pleased with her, but don't give her my name...yet," he said, happy to see Madame Giry too.

Madame Giry looked at the red rose and then back up at Erik and smiled softly. "Of course, Erik.

Erik will never forget how Madame Giry had saved his life. He owed her so much for it.

Christine was now in her room at the theater she had changed into a beautiful white night gown. She was sitting at her mirror brushing threw her beautiful long brown hair. She was thinking of the light she had seen in peoples eyes when she had sang her song center stage it moved her deeply. She wanted to remain here in the theater house and be a wonderful actress and singer. She wanted to move people to tears.

Madame Giry knocked on Christine's dressing room door and entered when she heard that it was safe. She walked in with the rose that Erik had given her as she then stopped at Christine and handed her the rose. "You did very well, my dear," she said as she placed a hand on Christine's cheep in a motherly way as she then placed the rose on the vanity before Christine. "He is pleased with you."

" He ....who.....do you mean......the phantom ..." She asked in a scared voice. For some reason he had popped into her mind she had fear. Fear of him the dark mysterious man who hid in the darkness of this old theater why would he possibly be entrusted in her singing......... Christine snapped out of her little side tracked dream and continued to listen to Madame Giry

Madame Giry just looked at Christine and smiled. "Good night, my dear," she said as she then left the room.

Meanwhile, Erik was sitting at his desk, enjoying the reflection of the candlelight on the water. He sighed and looked back at his piano. He needed help finishing his work. Don Juan. He needed...inspiration. He smiled when Christine's voice echoed in her mind. He needed that inspiration. So, he decided he would fetch her tonight so she could help him. Her voice was beautiful to the point he could easily mistaken her for an angel. He dressed his best and headed up to the mirror in her dressing room.

(( Wait is this the scene when he leads her down and shows her the wedding dress and she faints ? making sure so i know what to do ))

Christine was now laying down on her bed she felt her self slowly drift go into her own peaceful dream world. She laid there on her bed looking like angle. The red rose remained on her vanity where she had picked it up to smell it it smelled wonderful. She was taken back by the fact that "he" had given her of all people a rose but what did this mean.....

((yesm. :) But......instead of him singing most of the time....I'm switching it up))

Erik looked at Christine on her bed and smiled at how beautiful she looked. "Insolent boy, this slave of fashion, basking in your glory. Ignorant fool, this brave young suitor, sharing in my triumph...," he sing, hoping to awake her. He was deathly craving more of her singing voice.

Christine awoke from her sleep to the sound of a man's singing she looked at her mirrors and she saw the phantom. She felt herself walking closer to the mirror as if she was being controlled by his voice by his singing. She did not know that she could ever be controlled in such a way. She tried to fight it but for some reason her will power was crushed

Erik was pretty glad his plans were running through smoothly. Little by little, he guiding Christine to him. Then he reached out his hand for her to hold onto, to lead him down to his lair to make beautiful music with her.

Christine felt as if she were losing herself she could not understand what did he want with her? Where was he taking her? She knew they were going deeper and deeper under ground but how deep what if he wad dragging her to hell? She began to fear were the myths true did he do this to innocent young woman did he harm them? The she herd his voice singing again and it calmed her