Sing Once More (A Phantom of the Opera Phan Fic)

Chapter 7

Andrea paced back and forth in her room. She had reconsidered sneaking into the Opera House. First off, she'd have to go with Chip. Alone. Just the thought of that was enough to make her want to dodge out. Second, she'd get in a load of trouble if she got caught. Third, she'd be with Chip alone.

"Okay...just think of it this way, Andrea. You're going to find Reagan...yeah...that's all your doing." She tried to reassure herself.

Just then, a small knock on the door drew her attention back to the present matters at hand. She was really going to do this. She was going to sneak into the Opera Populaire and possibly get in a heck of a lot of trouble. But, this was for Reagan.

Andrea quickly walked over to the door, looking through the peep hole and undoing the lock.

"Are you ready?" Chip's voice sounded hushed yet excited.

"Yeah...just give me a second to grab my bag." Andrea closed the door a second, grabbing her bag off a small table near the window and heading out the door.

She was nervous and a bit shaky, but she knew she had to do this.

Chip looked over at her and smiled softly. "You nervous?" He asked.

Andrea shook her head, not looking at him at all. "No...are you?"

Chip shrugged, pushing the button to the elevator as they hit the end of the hall. "Not really. When I was younger, my brother and I would sneak into old abandoned houses for fun. I've done this a million times."

"You mean to tell me you've broken into one of Paris' most favored Opera Houses 'a million times'?" Andrea gave him a sarcastic look.

Chip smirked and walked into the elevator. "Eh, old houses, old Opera Houses...not really a big difference."

"I'm going to go to jail...that's exactly what's going to happen..." Andrea muttered under her breath, reluctantly getting into the elevator.

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Back in the past, Reagan was pacing back and forth outside a small dressing room. Future Erik had taken aside past Erik for a little re-intervention. Reagan just hoped that past Erik would be blind enough to take the bait.

Future Erik stepped out of the dressing room, sporting his full mask once again.

Reagan looked at him with worried eyes. "Did he buy it?" She asked, her voice slightly shaky.

"You're still here aren't you?" Erik said, having a lot of sarcasm in his voice.

"Erik, did he buy it or not." Reagan was getting impatient, and the thought of disappearing into thin air wasn't helping her cause.

Erik sighed and started to walk down the hall, not paying her much more attention.

"Erik Destler answer me!" Reagan pouted, grabbing onto his arm.

In disgust, Erik spun around, yanking his arm from her small grip. "Listen! I did my job and you're still here! Now leave me alone alright! Be gone! I want nothing to do with you, EVER!" He growled. His eyes burned with hatred and sorrow all at once.

Reagan backed up slightly, a slight bit of confusion trailing in her mind. "But...but, how am I suppose to get back home?" She whispered softly.

"Find your own way home. I'm not helping you!" He hissed, turning and began to walk away. 

Reagan leaned against the wall, the sounds of Hannibal floating through the halls. She sang softly, almost muttering under her breath. "Think of me....think of me fondly..."