Christine smiled and looked around the opera house, she looked down at the floor and sighed

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Margaret looked at Raoul and Christine hug. They were married. She slowly walked over to the stairs. She had come here with Erik before to see an Opera. "What happens now Erik." She said to no one.

((Pearl, can you be the managers.))

((Erik should spy Margaret soon, then he could 'accidently' incounter her at the ball.))

Erik went into the hall and looked around the room. He wanted to think of something new to do for the masquerade.

Erik peeked his head out, to see who the people were. They all looked so familiar to him, but he didn't know why. Especially the one girl. She looked alone. He sighed and looked to the ground. He didn't know what to do.

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Margaret sighed and sat on the steps, and closed her eyes. Soon a haunting melody flowed from her lips and she sang.

~In sleep you sing to me, In dreams you came,
Your voice, it calls to me, and speaks my name.
And do I dream again? For now I find.
The mand I have loved is there-Inside my mind.

Sing once again with me, our love duet,
My love for you, grows stronger yet.
And though you are gone now, for years behind.
I can see you are there -inside my mind.~

((I think I changed the wording well.))

Erik's head snapped up, when he heard Margaret sing. He slowly walked down the steps, to listen more to her. He stopped and folded his arms. He didn't want to frighten her.

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Margaret changes tunes, but still the melody of her voice continued, oblivious to the world.

~You were once
my one companion . . .
you were all
that mattered . . .
You were once
a friend and lover -
then my world
was shattered . . .

Wishing you were
somehow here again . . .
wishing you were
somehow near . . .
Sometimes it seemed
if I just dreamed,
somehow you would
be here . . .

Wishing I could
hear your voice again . . .
knowing that I
never would . . .
Dreaming of you
won't help me to do
all that you dreamed
I could . . .

Passing bells
and sculpted angels,
cold and monumental,
seem, for you,
the wrong companions -
you were warm and gentle . . .

Too many years
fighting back fears . . .
Why can't I
just die . . .?~

She started to cry. Raoul had left with Christine, but she took no notice.

Erik watched Margaret, feeling his heart start to wrench in agony, as he watched her cry. He didn't even know why he cared for this girl. He didn't even know her. He sighed.

~Angel of Music!
Guide and guardian!
Grant to me your glory!

Angel of Music!
Hide no longer!
Secret and strange angel...~

He sang quietlly, but enough for her to hear. He hid behind a pillar, so he wouldn't see her.

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Margarets head jerked up. That voice, which sounded much like his. She knew he was alive, she was correct, wasn't she? "Erik?" she asked. Then standing she sang.

~Erik, I've been there -
to the world of
unending night . . .
To a world where
the daylight dissolves
into darkness . . .
darkness . . .

Erik, I miss you!
Can I ever
forget that sight?
Can I ever
escape from that fire?
So distorted,
deformed, it
was hardly a fire,
in the darkness . . .
darkness . . .

And your voice
filled my spirit
with a strange, sweet sound . . .
In the night
there was music
in my mind . . .
And through music
my soul began
to soar!
And I heard
as I'd never
heard before . . .~

Margaert sighed. He wasn't there. "Raoul is right. Erik won't come back."

~What I heard
was a dream
and nothing more . . .~

She thought back to when Raoul told her the news. He seemed calm and collected, but.

~Yet in his eyes
all the sadness
of the world . . .
Those pleading eyes,
that both threaten
and adore . . .~

Erik bit his lip. He looked up to the ceiling and sighed again.

~Why do I feel like I know you?
Why do I feel like I care?
My wish is to love and to hold you
But, I don't know you that's standing there.~

He sang to her and exhaled deeply.

~Your voice is so familiar
Why do I feel this way?
I'm acting so peculiar
What do you have to say?~

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Margaret sight, was it a ghost playing with her. "My Erik was a wonderful man, one that would write Operas. We sang and danced, and were Promised to be wed. Then the Fire took him away. Who ever you are Don't taunt me, my grief for Erik is raw after 5 years still." She sighe and collapsed.

((Erik should start having memories I think.))

Erik stood in sight, but was thinking of something. "Fire..." He whispered. He looked to the ground and then remembered.

He was in the house and there it was... the fire. It had burnt his face. He was screaming in agony. He was alone.

Erik shook his head and slowly walked down the stairs. "How did you know about the fire?" He asked her, confused.

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Margaret looked at him, it couldn't be. "Erik." She gasped, she reached out to touch him when he steped back. Her necklace, the one he had given her, sparkled in sight, it was a red rose with a golden stem and a black bow. Just then She heard Raoul call, she turned to see her brother entering the room. But she looked back and the man who looked so much like Erik was gone.

Erik saw Raoul and he had to leave. But, that necklace she wore. It looked so... familiar. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, not knowing what to do with himself.

Raoul looked to Margaret. "Come on! We need your help to decorate." He smiled.

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Margaret looked at Raoul in disbelief. "Raoul, Erik was here. He sang to me. Called me Angel of Music." She placed her hand on the right side of her face. "But his eyes were hard, and the mask. He wore a mask, why would he wear a mask on half his face."

Erik went back to his room and stared hard at the floor. He didn't know what to do anymore. He ran his fingers through his slicked back hair. He shook his head. He was going to that masquerade party.

Raoul raised an eyebrow. "Hmm... well, that's... interesting. Come on!" He then went back into the other room.

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