Author's Note: Hey Guys, this is my first ever fanfiction and I would love feedback. I really hope I do an adequate job with the characters and grammar and all that stuff. :) This is your standard Phantom of the Opera Fanfiction. I hope you enjoy! :)

Chapter One

She knew the moment she stepped into that boat she had made a mistake. As they sang to each other words of love, all she could imagine was Erik. Sure his face was startling at first, Christine had grown fond of him, and did not mind it. She truly believed he was beautiful. Yet as Raoul smiled at her, she knew she belonged with Erik. It took only, one week with Raoul to decide she needed Erik back. All Raoul ever did was tell Christine how much money he had and what they would do with all and say "Say you love me," And Christine would reply "Oh, I do." And then he would say "Love me, that's all I ask of you." It got very annoying. Most of the time she didn't mean it. All she had to do was pretend that she was saying it to Erik. Many nights she would stay up and dream of her Angel. She could hear him playing his organ and his voice sang songs in her head. She sometimes out of her sadness, would whisper, "The Angel of Music sings songs in my head. The Angel of Music sings songs in my head." She then would wipe away a tear and try to sleep. All he ever dreamed of was him. She would wake believing Erik was next to her, but all that was there was her husband.

The days went by slowly as Christine grew more distant from her husband and longed for Erik. Somedays she would wander the town singing softly to herself "Past the point of no return, one endless longing. How long am I to wait, before I know? Before I see his face again?" She would sing sadly and softly and refused to sing for anyone but herself. When she had agreed to marry Raoul, it seemed to be out of love, but it was really in old comfort. He was her childhood friend. He kept her from growing up. After that she was all alone. Once in awhile she would be visited by her dear friend Meg Giry. "Dear Christine, what is troubling you so? You look as if you have not eaten in forever." Meg asked her one day. Christine looked sadly and longingly at her friend. She tried to hold back her tears until she came choking up in tears and lying at her feet. "Oh Meg I can't stand it any longer! I can't love him! I need my Angel back! I love him, his voice, his face, EVERYTHING! I need him! I've yearned for too long, hoping and praying he would return to me. I must see him Meg, please!" Christine was in tears. Thank god Raoul was out in the Market. He wouldn't like to see his wife in tears over another man. Meg stood up and picked her friend up off the ground. "Christine, this is silly, if you wish to see Erik, come with me to the Opera House, I go there regularly to help him." Without a word of hesitation, Christine stood up with Meg by her side. She grabbed her bag and dragged Christine to the door. They walked through the surprisingly uncrowded streets toward the Opera House. Despite being burned, the crews had done a surprisingly nice job of cleaning it. There were still some burned and singed part of chairs on the ground and pieces of the grand Chandelier were on the ground. The memories surrounded her and flooded her mind. Her first singing gala, her times dancing on the stage, the applause, all came back to her, crystal clear.

The two girls walked into Christine's old dressing room. Everything almost exactly like she had left it, all except for a broken mirror in the corner of the room, smashed to pieces. Christine could not decide whether it was broken in the act of rescuing her from Eric, or if Erik himself smashed it in a fit of rage. So much to be said of the mirror. Erik had watched her all of her life from that mirror. It was as well the pathway to Erik's lair, where Christine dreamed they would live their lives happily. The mirror's door showed it still worked as Meg slid the heavy glass door to one side. As the two girls walked down the passage, Christine worried. What would she say once they met? The last time they spoke she abandoned him and left him for the idiot Raoul. How would he react? She thought to herself all the way through his labyrinth. Both the girls reached the boats. They were so close. "Oh, so close," Christine whispered. The longing would finally end. Once she reached him. They approached the gates of his lair, Christine could hear the sweet sounds of his organ and softly he sang. "Say you'll share with me one love one lifetime. Say the word and I will follow you." He knew she was there. Christine gathered up the courage and sang softly. "Share each day with me, each night, each morning." She sang back like she hadn't in weeks. The music still never ceased. Now he knew for sure, that she was there. She took a breath and both her and Erik sang out loud. "Say you love me, you know I do. Love me, that's all I ask of you." They belted out the final words in sweet harmony. That's all Christine ever dreamed of hearing. He loved her, she loved him. The gates opened slowly and silently. A man sat at the organ, a man she knew all too well. She climbed out of the boat and walked towards the man, leaving Meg in the boat. She silently crept towards the mask less figure. His beautiful face, his voice, his everything. He turned towards her love in his eyes. "My angel." He whispered to her. She couldn't help but show a weak smile and tear up. "My angel." She whispered. He tried to hold back a smile. "Let the opera begin." He said, happily.

I hope you enjoyed this. It is only chapter one of my Let the Opera Begin series. I hope I can continue this series. Please give me your feedback. It will be much appreciated. :)