Guile
One Thousand Club
Astonishingly, Erik let out a low growl from somewhere deep in his throat at the sight of people occupying his box. Oh, how he wanted to do something right then and there about it. He wanted to make the managers pay for this - show them what would happen when they denied his requests. But...then he caught sight of Christine. She was dancing with several other girls, but not once did Erik move his gaze from her. She was absolutely stunning - her costume, her dancing, everything was marvelous and she was doing so well! How could he interrupt her performance? It would be unforgivable! Plus, at this point, he was so wrapped up in watching her that he had almost completely forgotten about his box. I shall wait until her performance is done. I will not ruin Christine's moment for my petty wishes. And so, he waited and watched her from where he was, looking down over the boxes and the audience and the stage, for the only place he could go to see the show was high above everyone else. Amazingly, he could still spot Christine. It was most likely because he had familiarized himself with the way she moved - each little mannerism of hers. Or, perhaps it was because she was one of, if not the, best dancer out there.