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Music of the Night: The Phantom of the Opera Returns (Guile & Melody)

She rubbed her arms, as it was getting cold outside. "What do you want me to do?" She put on a frightened face. "Don't tell me that I've done something wrong!"
 
"No, of course not, my darling! You know that you can do no wrong in my eyes, Christine." He smiled at her, noticed that she was cold, and removed his coat. Erik draped it over her shoulders and kissed her on the temple. "Especially not after all that you've done for me."
 
"But, I betrayed you and left you alone. You were so hurt, Master." She leaned into him, sadly. "I didn't believe Alistair when he told me about Raoul. I am an awful mother." She pouted. "I trusted Raoul." She shivered, but stopped when he gave her his coat. "Are you alright, sir?"
 
Erik wrapped his arms around her as she spoke. "I do not blame you for any of that." He spoke softly, his words were true. "It hurt, yes, but I never blamed you for loving him and leaving me. No one can help falling in love, it just happens. I'm just sorry for you - sorry that you fell in love with a man like him." He paused, thinking about what he had said. Well, then she fell in love with you. Is that any better for her? Erik tried to dispel that thought. "And don't say that...you are a wonderful mother." He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. "The children love you. You've done so much for them." Erik answered her question, wondering why she had asked it. "Yes, of course I'm alright, dear. Why do you ask?"
 
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"You look cold." She tried to offer the coat back to him. "I want you to have this back. You need it." She started toward the door. "If you wish to make the most of our time out here, I need you to come with me." She began humming Music of the Night by herself.
 
Erik took the coat hesitantly, and only because they seemed to be going back inside. He slipped it back on and followed Christine as she asked, but he was curious. "Alright, but are you going to tell me where we're going?"
 
"Oh, nowhere in particular, sir." She answered. "I just don't want to be outside in the middle of winter." She admitted. "Oh, and, you've been shirking on your duties to teach all of your students." She teased. "I've been a little off key lately." A sudden realization came to her mind. "Wasn't it you that said that I had much still to learn at that ball a while ago?" She teased. "I suppose you've just been too busy teaching Carlotta to teach me." She stifled her giggle.
 
Erik followed her, smiling at her tease. "Oh, have you now? Well, if you would have been practicing like you should have been you wouldn't be falling behind. Your voice wouldn't be failing you - it would just stay constant." Erik laughed as he teased her back, and rolled his eyes when she mentioned Carlotta. "Oh, yes, of course!" He gasped, as if just remembering something. "Oh, dear." Erik shook his head, placing a finger to his lips. "My, my, what ever shall I do? I forgot I had a lesson planned for her tonight! She will be so disappointed when I don't show."
 
"Well, I was busy raising three children at the time and recently we've added two more." She sighed. "I guess I'll just have to start at the bottom again, because I cannot sing. I'll be a chorus girl for the rest of my life because my teacher is being cruel to me." She faked her tears. Hearing that Erik wasn't going to show for Carlotta's lesson made her smile. "I guess she'll just continue 'strutting around the stage' then."
 
"No, my dearest, not at the bottom." He continued his tease. "...just somewhere in the middle." He couldn't hold back a little laugh. "But, do not fret, Christine. For I shall make you wonderful again!" Erik took Christine by the wrist gently and turned her around to face him, placing his hands on her shoulders and kissing her on the cheek. At the mention of Carlotta, Erik laughed. "I suppose she will. I would rid this place of her entirely, but the managers will not stand for it. But, no matter. My attention is devoted to you, my dear."
 
"Nay, the children and the managers get more attention than I." She laughed. "Tell me, when did it become your theatre?" She asked, smiling. "This building belongs to the managers." They had reached the stage. Christine did a cartwheel. "It's so quiet up here!"
 
Erik scoffed. "That is true, Christine, but the managers do not deserve it. They may own the building, but they don't have the brains to run the talent here. I could run it far better than they." He laughed, as Christine did a cartwheel. He had never seen her do such a thing and it brought childish delight to his heart to see her so carefree. "Ah, so you can do that, but you cannot sing with me." Erik eyes her suspiciously, a smile on his lips, and waved a finger at her. "I think you're being quite unfair to me - you're teasing me. I don't take well to that, mind you!" But he couldn't hold back his laughter.
 
"Well, then, you should know that I've been wanting to sing with you for quite some time, but, for my favorite song, we have the wrong setting. We would have to be at home for that one." She pointed out. "Actually, for both of my favorites, we have the wrong setting, but, I suppose this stage will have to do." She sighed, teasing him into believing that she was unhappy. She crossed her arms and backed away. "If you're so disappointed in me, why do you want me to stay?"
 
"Ah, and what would those favorites by, my dear Christine?" Erik asked, a grin on his lips as he tried to pry that bit of information from her. As she back away, Erik took a few steps foreword. "Disappointed?" He laughed. "Why, I could never be-" Cutting himself off, he continued to tease. "Okay, maybe just a little." He mumbled under his breath, then got louder with his next few words. "Oh, but that doesn't matter. I wish for you to stay because I love you, Christine." The smile Erik gave her had a playfulness about it, but also a sincerity. "In fact, I love you far too much to let you go just because you won't sing with me...yet." He emphasized the 'yet', making it seem like he would give her a few days to rest, then he would make her sing for him again - though, he was only teasing.
 
"I shan't tell you, Phantom, for your brain could use the exercise." Her voice never left the tease. "Of course, there is one teeny tiny song that this is the right setting for, but I'm afraid that I don't have very many lines in that one." These clues should have been enough to tell him what her favorites were. "Or, is my master too brainless to figure that out?" She teased.
 
Erik stood there, making a spectacle about how he was contemplating what her songs could be. "Brainless?" He shouted suddenly, though a smile was still on his lips and his voice was light. "Brainless, Madame?" Erik did his best to look appalled and he pointed a finger at her. "For that, I shall not sing with you. And I refuse to try, even the slightest bit, to figure out your favorite songs." He turned away from her, and stood defiantly still. Erik was glad he was turned away so that she could not see his smile anymore.
 
"No!" She knew that he was joking, but also wanted to make a spectacle of this. "No, don't do this!" She tackled him from behind. "We're already here! Don't make me cry. I'll find another teacher!" She warned him. "You know I will."
 
Erik was shocked when he suddenly felt her tackle him from behind. He couldn't help laughing. "Another teacher? Right, and who would that be, my love?" He still wouldn't face her, the temptation to tease her was far too great. "One of the managers?" Erik scoffed, trying hard not to touch her and give her the idea that he was giving in to her.
 
"Well, actually..." she didn't have an answer for him. "I'll find one. Don't you worry." She squeezed her arms around his stomach harder. "Just don't make me do it. I want to sing with you, right now. I won't sing for any other. I refuse to sing for another. The only reason I sing on stage is because I know that you are in box five, watching me." She confessed. "You were there since my first performance as a chorus girl!"
 
Erik found it hard to tease, the more tightly she clung to him. Though, he did try. "Ha! Good luck finding one!" Then, she held onto him tighter and he couldn't keep refusing her. Christine sounded so sweet and innocent when she talked, always, but especially now. Erik couldn't keep refusing her, even through a tease. She had him wrapped around her finger. Sighing, he placed his hands on top of hers, where they rested on his stomach, and gave in. "Oh, alright." Erik pulled her hands away gently, turning himself to face her at last, then entwined his fingers with hers. "What shall we sing? You pick, dearest because I am too brainless to figure out your favorites." He laughed.
 
She was more than wrapped around his finger. She was entwined in the arms of him, mesmerized by the very sight of those hypnotic pupils of his. "Oh, come now, Erik. You can't possibly believe that yourself, do you?" She raised her brow as she left the stage, hoping to arouse a clue in his feeble mind. She dragged him along the corridors until she reached her dressing room and sat in the chair at her desk. "Please, try to remember."
 
Erik smiled down at her as she led him to her dressing room. He folded his hands behind him as she sat down, and sighed, knowing that she wasn't going to let him off the hook. "Alright, my love." Erik knelt beside the chair, wrapped an arm around her waist. "Forgive me if my memory has failed, but I do believe that you start this song." He smiled up at her, praying that they were thinking of the same song. Erik would never forgive himself if he was wrong about this - the music that they shared meant so much to him, he couldn't bare to see her disappointed because he had guessed wrong about her favorite song.
 
She grinned, teasing him, for there were so many songs that they shared that she didn't mind him getting this wrong. "Oh, no, sir. You misunderstand. You have the wrong song. She smiled and took a photograph of Raoul in her hands, just staring at it. She prayed that he understood the song that she was talking about now, for this song was just before they saw each other face to face for the first time. "Please, I give you one last chance. Now, tell me who starts this song?" She grinned. "Because it surely isn't me."
 
Erik snapped his fingers in disappointment with himself, but he still smiled because Christine didn't seem bothered by it. When she took out a photo, Erik smirked at her and took it from her hands, glancing at it. Instantly upon seeing the vicomte, he tossed the picture onto the dresser, wanting to hit himself for being so blind. Of course! Why didn't you pick that song? He laughed out loud. "Well, if it isn't you..." Erik went back to teasing. "It isn't the vicomte, I'm sure. If so," he pointed towards the door, "we're going to have to go find him and make him sing with us." Laughing, he made a guess. "Oh, dear! That means it must be I who starts the song!"
 
"You finally get this right, do you? I give you a D as far as scoring goes. D for Deplorable." She teased. "And, no, we do not need Monsieur Vicomte." She smiled at him, a smile showing her teeth. "Now, if you don't mind, I would love to continue with our lesson." She fished on top of the dresser for the picture. "Now, please, take your place, my dear. Begin our song." She tried hard to sound impatient.
 

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