Just a sweet little oneshot just for the heck of it! The song is "The Luckiest" by Ben Folds. Enjoy! And Merry Christmas.

SUMMARY-Erik wants to show Christine just exactly how he feels. So he writes her a song, but will she ever hear it? Most likely not. Modern day Paris.

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Plink. Plink. Plink. Plink... He grimaced, hearing that same sound in the deafening silence. Up above, he could scarcely hear the awful opera starring La Carlotta. The masked man rubbed his face, sitting up at his organ and sighing. He tinkled out a plain tune, then sighed, glancing at a drawing he had done. A beautiful woman with cascading dark ringlets stared back at him. He studied her for a moment, and then looked at the ceiling. He jumped to his feet, and grabbed his cloak, tying it on. He began to run through the catacombs, dodging each sudden turn and drop. Finally, he reached the Opera House. He sunk into the shadows up above the stage, and watched the performace for a moment. A frown crossed his face as he noticed...her.. His sweet Christine.

She stood on the sidelines in her costume. Her dark curls fell down her back, and her pale skin glowed. Erik let out a sigh, watching her. For a moment, all he did was watch her. Each movement she made, each word she spoke. He followed her after the show, finding her in the dim chapel. She was seated on the floor, her feet crossing over each other as she looked up at the painting of the angel on the wall. Her face glowed. Erik cracked a small smile, watching her just sit there. She then began to sing, no words, just an unknown tune. Erik listened closely, and took a deep breath. She was beautiful. He wished he could touch her. Take her out like a normal man! Make her happy. Live in a house with her, in the sunlight!

He listened, and began to think up words that would go with her sweet song. She sighed, and he watched her stand slowly. She glanced at her wrist, then hurried out of the chapel. He was sure she was to see that boy , he knew all about them. He was her Angel, after all. And the silly little boy was just that.

He crept out of the chapel, and started back to his home below. He went to the organ, playing and then scribbling the notes down. Erik began to sing quietly to himself, the words that had been put in his head..

I don't get many things right the first time.
In fact, i am told that a lot
Now i know all the wrong times,
The stumbles and falls
Brought me here...

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Christine combed through her hair, humming as she stared at her reflection. A soft voice caught her attention. She set her brush down, and got to her feet. Listening, she put her hands in her jeans pockets, walking hesitantly to where the sound was coming from. She touched the cold glass mirror, and put her ear to it. She fumbled, finding a way to open it. Suddenly, it slid open on its own. She could hear the voice better.

"..and where was i before the day
That I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it everyday, and i know..."

It was so familiar. She continued to walk through the mirror, and down the dark caverns. She was not frightened. She just let the voice lead her to her destination.

"..that i am, i am..i am the luckiest.."

Her heart skipped a beat, and she nearly fell into the river before her. She saw a boat, and began to row herself towards the voice.

"..What if i'd been born 50 years before you
In a house on the street where you lived
Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike
Would i know?"

Erik continued to play, not noticing the pair of eyes watching him from behind the gate. He stopped playing, but stood, and continued to sing as if she was really there and as if he was really singing it to her.

"..And in a wide sea of eyes
I see one pair that I..
Recognize.."

He instantly stopped singing. He felt like having a heart attack. Christine sat perched in his boat, looking beautiful as always. "Please...don't stop."

"Wh-what?" He asked, breathless.

"Keep singing...it's beautiful.." She urged, her fingers holding onto the bars. Erik felt self concious now. She was really there. No dreams. No illusions. Really Christine. He coughed, and started slowly towards the lever to unlock the gate.

"..and I know..that I am..I am..I am..the luckiest.."

She watched in awe. His graceful movements and beautiful voice made her feel like crying. The gates began to raise, and Christine rowed slowly towards the shore. Erik held his hand out, and she slid hers into his. Erik couldn't believe that he was touching her. He helped her from the boat, and continued to sing.

"..I love you more than I have...ever found a way to say...to you..."

Tears filled her eyes, and she couldn't help but smile. He watched her expression, his green eyes widening as her other hand touched his arm. "Continue..please.." She whispered. He nodded, and looked straight into her brown eyes.

"..Next door there's an old man,
Who lived to his 90s and one day
Passed away in his sleep
And his wife, she stayed for a couple of days
And passed away..."

Erik watched a confused expression across her face, and he built up the courage to touch her sweet face. He nearly danced when she leaned her face into his hand.

"I'm sorry I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong..
That I know..."

Christine did something that caught him off guard. She came closer to him, pressing a soft kiss on his trembling lips. She bent forward, singing along with her Angel.

"That I am..I am..I am..the luckiest.."

FIN