A/N: Thanks to Gaston Leroux and Andrew Lloyd Webber. These drabbles are dedicated to sparklyscorpion and my fellow Reyer-lover Frey!


Invisible

There was little love in the life of a chief répétiteur. It rarely bothered him. He was good at what he did (at least, as good as possible with his inconsistent company) and that was satisfactory for him. Yet sometimes, there was a feeling other than satisfaction. It was not loneliness. He was far too set in his ways to regret not having someone else there to disrupt things. No, it was something else, something that troubled the tyrannical M. Reyer and made him check his beloved watch more often than necessary. It was the nagging feeling of being absolutely invisible.