The performance went fine. Everyone was expecting the "the theater ghost" to ruin it, but he didn't. At curtain call, Christine ran over on the stage to Josh's side, with a fake plastered on smile. They bowed, and the curtains dropped. Christine wanted to get out of there as soon as she could, but she couldn't get through the large swarm of people telling her how wonderful she did. She thanked her "fans" and finally made it through the huge crowd. She looked at the clock and saw she was supposed to have met Erik twenty-five minutes ago! She quickly went to her room, and still in her Cinderella wedding gown, she went over to the mirror and pushed the latch. But it didn't open. She tried it once more and again, it wouldn't work.
"Erik?!" She called with a insecure voice. There was no answer.
"Erik? Where are you? Answer me!" She called out again, voice louder. Silence. She ran out the room, and ran to the basement doors. She flung herself down the stair and ran to the wall. She knew there had to be some hidden door in the wall, she knew Erik had plenty of different secret thresholds to his underground home. She began pounding on the walls, but nothing happened.
"Damn it!" She swore loudly. She placed her hand on the wall beside her, and felt something softer on the solid, cold surface. She glanced to it and saw a long tapestry hanging. She pushed it aside and saw a narrow door, the same color as the wall, and a small silver doorknob. She turned the knob, and creaked opened the door. She stepped into a small hallway, like the one the mirror door leads into. Except this one was pitch black, and there wasn't any candle. She groped the walls and slowly made her way through to the room where Erik's piano was. But something was wrong. Sheet music was strewn everywhere. The large candelabra that stood next to the piano was knocked over and the piano bench was turned on its side. She made her way to the other room, and the place was a wreck too. Something is wrong, she thought, something is terribly wrong�
