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

Chapter 10

Morning broke quickly. Reagan had fallen asleep in Chip's arms. They sat, fast asleep, in the box seat they had obtained the night before.

Reagan sighed contently, snuggling closer to Chip. She felt safe and wanted in his arms. All thoughts of pain from the night before had disappeared.

Chip smiled in his sleep. Reagan had put his mind at some ease. She hadn't gone out and said it fully, but he knew what she had meant. He knew that she had feelings for him, and he had feelings for her. That much was at least evident.

Suddenly, Chip and Reagan were both awaken but a loud and angered yell coming from the direction of the hall.

"What is that?" Reagan sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes.

Chip stretched a bit and slouched slightly in the chair. "Sounds like arguing."

"Arguing...oh!" Reagan stood up, straightening out her dress and hurrying out of the box seat.

"Reagan?" Chip looked around the chair and stood up, hurrying after her.

Reagan ran with much swiftness as she headed towards the main hall, stopping right at the corner so she could see the commotion that was going on.

M. Firmin and M. Andre were getting a wake up call from Carlotta and the Vicomte. They were arguing about the performance and notes, but most notably they were arguing about the disappearance of Christine Daae.

"What's going on?" Chip whispered as he peeked over Reagan's shoulder.

"Christine Daae has gone missing. Well, the Phantom took her, but they don't know that. So they're all in a huff. But whatever. You already know the story." Reagan whispered back.

Chip looked on as the four adults argued like small children over mysterious notes and missing persons. "Reagan, how do we get home...I'm a bit tired of the 1800s."

Reagan sighed and shook her head. "I wish I knew how to..."

"You mean, we're stuck here?" Chip whispered in a scared tone.

Reagan nodded slowly, holding up her hand as if listening to the conversation at hand.

Chip was about to say something more when a noose wrapped around his throat and pulled him back. "Ack!" His hands wrapped around the rope, trying to pry himself free.

"Shh...Chip, be quiet please..." Reagan insisted, turning to see an empty space behind her. "Chip?"

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In the present, Andrea was having a hard time covering for both Chip and Reagan. It was nearing the time of the Opera House performance, and Mr. Bennett seemed to be getting suspicious of Reagan's illness.

"Andrea, have you seen Reagan and Chip?" Mr. Bennett approached her, holding a stack of tickets in his hand.

Andrea shook her head, trying to look as casually as possible. "No...I think Reagan is still ill, and I don't know about Chip. I think he might have caught what Reagan had." She lied. She was getting pretty good with the whole lying scheme.

Mr. Bennett nodded and handed Andrea her ticket. "What a shame. Poor Reagan wanted to see the performance and the Opera Populaire in the first place. Maybe some other day." He replied, going to hand out the rest of the tickets.

Andrea sighed in relief. This wasn't getting any easier. What if Chip and Reagan didn't show up by the end of the week? They couldn't just "leave" them, where ever the heck they were. They had to come back...this wasn't even right.

Mr. Bennett got the students together and they headed off towards the Opera Populaire. Andrea walked along uneasily. She had heard ghosts, seen people disappear, and watched ancient documents turn into blood. Right now, she wanted nothing to do with the Opera House.