LottePhan: I in now way shape or form own The Phantom of the Opera or any of its characters; I just borrow them from time to time. Please enjoy.

In search of a room mate: 3 bedroom, 3 bath, large kitchen, dining room, living room, washing and dryer machines, balcony views and many more luxurious amenities at the Trump Palace 200 East 69th Street, New York City. RENT: for the low price of 400 dollars a month. Please contact Nadir Kahn at 914-555-6944.

Christine Daae read over the notice over and over again. It was too good to be true. The apartment photos looked great, the pricing was just right and she didn't mind living with strangers.

She reached for her cell phone and dialed the number. It rang for several moments when a man who sported a British accent answered the phone, "Nadir Kahn, how may I help you?"

"Hi, my name is Christine and I am interested in being your room mate."

"Well then sweetheart would you like to meet me for dinner to discuss this more in detail?"

"That's sounds great, what time?" Christine said a little too eagerly.

Nadir laughed at the girl's enthusiasm, "Let's say tonight at 9, Stir, 1st Avenue on 73rd Street."

"Sounds perfect, I will see you there."

"Until then, bye Christine." The line went dead.

Nadir smiled to himself. The first and only person to answer his ad in two weeks turned out to be a young woman. He knew Erik would have a field day with this. Yet again Erik didn't specify whom he could rent out the room to, only that he does it as soon as possible. And it wasn't really Nadir's fault that no one wanted to move in with two bachelors on the Upper East Side.

Christine walked into her parent's Westchester home after an afternoon at the mall searching for the perfect outfit to wear to go for a job interview at the Metropolitan Opera House and to meet her new room mate that night. It was 4'oclock and Christine's step mom, Marni was in the tea room having tea. Christine placed her packages in the foyer, and hung up her white Calvin Klein jacket in the closet. Her floral sun dress clung nicely to her curves and flowed from her hips as she walked into the parlor to join her step mother for tea.

"Christine, you're late." Marni said annoyed with Christine's lack of haste.

"I'm sorry, Marni. I had to buy a new out fit for tonight. I have a job interview and I am meeting my new roommate for dinner." Christine said as she floated through the tea room.

This room was an addition her father and Marni put on the house. It was a circular room over viewing the lake behind the house. There were windows surrounding the whole room, the sun being the only source of light. The white porcelain china tea set in the center of the white laced table cloth embroidered with pale pink and yellow flowers. Assorted finger sandwiches and 100 calorie cookies and crumpets were delicately laid out on silver platters. Her parent's surely lived a glamorous life.

"What time is your train?" Marni asked as she sipped her cup.

"5:16, which will get me into Grand Central a little after 6 to be at my interview at 7." Christine said as she grabbed a cucumber sandwich from the platter.

"Which car are you taking? Marni asked, even more annoyed with Christine's table manners, or lack of.

"The Audi, daddy doesn't want me driving anything else." This time with a cookie stuffed in her mouth.

"Christine that is disgusting!" referring to Christine talking with her mouth open. "You do realize that having table manners isn't something you do some of the time, it's all the time. What did they teach you in that boarding school?"

During her schooling, Christine attended boarding school in Connecticut. It was an all girl school that trained little girls to become dignified ladies; it also had a very big music and arts program. Christine was in love with the arts, but when her mother died, the flame went out for her dreams to be on the stage. She would much rather work with theater life. This is why she is to be interviewed to be the personal assistant to Erik Destler, the owner of the Metropolitan Opera House and composer that evening.

"Oh forgive me." Christine said sincerely. "I'm going to go get ready, good bye Marni."

"Good luck, Christine." She called after Christine who had dismissed herself from the room, embarrassed of how she was behaving in there.

Christine arrived at her interview on time. Her hair was pulled back; she wore a white button down collared shirt with a black skirt that could have been more modest. She wore her distance glasses in hopes that it would make her look smarter.

She was called into Mr. Destler's office; she kept her head down when she entered the room, taking a seat opposite Destler's.

"Christine Daae? Is it?" He said correctly. His voice was strong, stern and just powerful. This caught Christine's attention.

She gasped as she looked up and saw the masked man, and he gasped when he saw her eyes.

She composed herself as quickly as possible, "Yes that is correct." She said very airy and almost absent minded.

"Shall we begin then?" he cleared his throat. She could only nod. "Good, then tell me about you."

She stared right into his eyes. Knowing that he was just as uncomfortable with her and she was with him, "Well, I have been my father's secretary since I was sixteen at his music company-"

"Yes that I know by your resume," he interrupted. "Tell me something I don't already know." He was annoyed and getting bored of her

Christine was truly scared now. She had never felt so intimidated in her whole life, but she couldn't show her weakness now. Not if she wanted this job, "Ok…" her voice trailed off.

Erik was loosing his patience, this girl was no better than any other that he had seen before. "Ms. Daae? May I be frank?" he said coldly. Christine went white. "You know what I think? I think you think that life will be served to you on a silver platter. You don't need to work for anything; you have amazing credentials because your daddy gave you a job at one of the best music companies in the country. Your schooling is impressive because you could afford to get the best education to get the best grades to get into the best college. But when it comes down to it, you have nothing to offer. You are no different than all the other pretty, spoiled girls who walk into this office demanding a job from me because they think they know what I want and they will talk about their schooling and their previous jobs, I do not need someone who is trained to tell me what I want to hear."

She felt anger rising in her. How dare he say such things to her? He doesn't know anything about her.

He saw her fuming, this made him smile crookedly. He kept talking her down, "You may leave now, and you could try to apply at Hooters or another people pleaser facility."

This pushed Christine over the edge. She stood up from her chair and leaned over his desk. She was towering over him and it was his turn to listen to her, "Now you listen here, Mr. Destler I don't give a flying fuck what you think about me. You asked for a fucking resume, what the hell I have been doing for 23 fucking years and you think you can tell me who I am? You don't know me, you don't know where I've been what I've done and what I have had to endure to get to where I am today. So get off your high horse, and stop pretending like you are better than me." she erupted. She didn't yell but she was pretty damn angry.

Erik stood up and got close to Christine's face. She didn't back down as he was much taller than her and bigger too, "It appears I was wrong about you."

She gulp, "Yes, yes you were." She sounded trying to calm her anger.

"Well then, I will see you first thing Monday morning, congratulations you got the job." He smiled. He backed away from her shocked face. He turned his back to her smiling to himself on how ridiculous she looked. He knew he was going to have fun with this one; she was exactly what he was looking for, "Good night, Ms. Daae." He said in a sing song way. He picked up his phone and made a call.

Christine picked up her purse and headed out the door, still confused on what just happened, "Thank you?" she called to him, turning around before leaving.

He nodded to her, and she left.

Nadir sat at the bar alone. He kept checking his cell phone to see how late this Christine girl was. He was having a feeling he had been stood up, which was weird for him who always had a date and was usually never seen without a woman on his arm. Whether it was his looks or his charm, women flocked to him he had to fight them off with a stick. He could see all the single women checking him out at the bar; normally he would flirt with the prettiest one and end up having her in his bed by the end of the night. But as the digital numbers on his cell phone shined "9:26" he couldn't think of women, just a woman. Christine Daae.

Christine sat in the back of the taxi cab where she took off the white button down to reveal the strapless black cocktail dress that left little to the imagination of her petite body. She pulled her hair from the pony tail holder and let her straightened hair cascade down her back. The taxi was stopped due to the traffic which made it easier for Christine to reapply her make up, a little more dramatically than she had for her interview. She stared at her cell phone, she was freaking out over the fact she was going to be over a half hour late and she was starving. She dialed Nadir's number that she saved that morning.

Nadir looked down at his vibrating phone. Finally Nadir thought to himself. He answered the phone, "Christine? Where are you, love?" he spoke into the phone, he sounded worried.

"Hi Nadir, I'm in a cab and there is major traffic but I am like 4 blocks away so I will just pay the man and walk."

"Alright, but be careful." He said very concerned over the thought of her walking in the dark by herself to the restaurant.

"Don't worry I will be there 10 minutes tops." She said reassuringly. "Ok? Bye."

The line went dead and Nadir began to feel uncomfortably nervous for her.

As she promised Christine arrived at Stir within 10 minutes. She was escorted by a hostess to a table where Nadir was already seated at. He scooted out of the semi-circle booth to stand before her as she approached him. Nadir's eyes grew wide and his jaw dropped as his eyes beheld the beauty that was Christine.

She almost glided into the room in her stiletto heels that made her stand 3 inches taller, by the looks of it; with out them she was rather petite. She had very long longs for someone of her size, probably due to her hips being higher on her torso. The black cocktail dress was tight and clung to the curve of her hips and breasts. Nadir was trying not to stare, but her cleavage was too enticing not to make him stare at her well endowed bosom. Her neck was long and regal that was draped with her dark straightened hair that held volume and shine. She smiled nervously toward Nadir; her lips were beautifully crafted and had a gorgeous smile, but the most amazing feature of this woman was her eyes. They were nothing like he had ever seen before. They were a gray-blue color; it could possibly pass for silver. Her eye make up made them pop and shine and she shook hands with Nadir.

"Oh no," Nadir said laughing. "You are way too gorgeous. I wasn't expecting anyone this lovely living with me." He was joking but Christine was so nervous she couldn't tell whether he was serious or not. "I'm kidding, Christine. Please let's sit down and get started."

She slid over into the booth with Nadir closely behind. He distinctively put his arm around her shoulders. She looked at him and smiled. "So Nadir, tell me more about this apartment of yours?" she said mock sophistically.

"Well I have the contracts right here for you to sign and then you can move in this weekend. It's 400 a month, which includes everything the building and the apartment, has to offer. And we have a food cycle which one week I will be buying food the next week Erik will buy food then the next week you will buy food and so on. We don't have many rules so don't worry. Your room has a bathroom so full privacy. All you need to do is sign." He said handing out the piece of paper to her.

She looked over the contract, and signed her name on the bottom, "Congratulations, Nadir I am now your roommate." She smiled and kissed him on the cheek.

"Alright enough business lets get some drinks and food, I hope you eat, Christine." He winked at her. He picked up the menu for both of them to look at. They decided to share an Ocean Platter which included shrimp canapés, shrimp cocktail, crab cakes, and ahi tuna sashimi. The place was famous for their martinis so Nadir and Christine both ordered one and shared them with each other. Nadir ordered a passion fruit martini and Christine ordered a peach martini.

They ate, drank and talked for a long time. Both Christine and Nadir knew they were going to be the best of friends. They talked of their lives and what they liked. Nadir got over his lust for Christine and began to admire her as a person, which was weird for him being a notorious womanizer.

Nadir paid for the meal, but not without a fight from Christine who wanted to pay for half or least for their dessert which was strawberries and whipped cream with a moet & chandon - brut rose champagne. But Nadir insisted that he would pay threatening to not let her see the apartment that night, and she was very excited to meet her new home.

Nadir unlocked the door into the apartment; Christine stepped into the foyer to see the beige living room. The couch was light blue and could have been the most comfortable thing she had ever sat on. The walls were decorated with the most unique paintings, some famous, some modern. There were some candles throughout the living room as fresh flowers. There was a cream arm chair that had a stand next to it clustered with papers and a coffee cup; I guess Nadir forgot to clear that one Christine laughed to herself. Nadir immediately saw the mess and hurried to clean it up, "I'm sorry about that, we are usually either really clean or really messy around here." He said walking into the kitchen which was very large. Big kitchens excited Christine for she loved to cook and liked to have space when she does it.

"May I ask why?" she said.

"Well it's like this; we are either here a lot or not here at all." He explained simply.

Christine nodded her head and headed back to the living room to sit back on the couch. She was admiring the black grand piano, it was beautifully crafted and in fine condition. She sat down and played a sad prelude to a song that she had written when she was a bit younger.

As Christine played her thoughts wondered off and forgot of Nadir's presence. Nadir entered the living room with two glassed of Pinot Noir in his hands to see Christine playing with such grace, and then she began to sing.

You can see that I swim
Through the sea of painful
You have watched as I pull
Myself from the floor
And you were there when I
Built my tower like pebbles in the rain
Trying to balance all that I had left
With what I didn't have anymore

But would you tear my castle down
Stone by stone
And let the wind run through my windows
'Til there is nothing left but a battered rose
Would you tear my castle down
Stone by stone
And let the wind run through my windows
'Til there is nothing left but a battered rose

You seem so devoted
Your love is unconditional
You were self-promoted
I never asked you
You were my everything
My apparitional faith
Where are you when I am screaming to my God
What am I coming to

But would you tear my castle down
Stone by stone
And let the wind run through my windows
'Til there is nothing left but a battered rose
Would you tear my castle down
Stone by stone
And let the wind run through my windows
'Til there is nothing left but a battered rose

If I had another place to go
Would you break me, is it that you know
I have no choice but to rebuild again
I'm tied so hard I can't remember when
I last walked free upon these feet of mine
But I'll draw the line
There will come a Time
When I am stronger
Your words won't hurt any longer

But would you tear my castle down
Stone by stone
And let the wind run through my windows
'Til there is nothing left but a battered rose
Would you tear my castle down
Stone by stone
And let the wind run through my windows
'Til there is nothing left but a battered rose

'Til there is nothing nothing left
'Til there is nothing nothing left
'Til there is nothing left
Will you tear my castle down
Will you tear my castle down
Will you tear my castle down

She ended rather dramatically. She sat there on the piano bench with her head down, a single tear running down her cheek. Nadir stood up from the coach and began to applaud. That instantly got Christine's attention and she turned bright red as she realized what she had just done.

"I am so sorry, sometimes I just forget myself." She was very embarrassed.

"No, Christine you are amazing. You are going to fit in here just fine." He approached her. "Both Erik and I are into the music scene; don't be embarrassed you are extremely talented. Erik is going to love you." He said reassuringly. She smiled nervously.

"So may I see my bedroom?"

LottePhan: Alright this is the new idea and I hope you all enjoy it. The song "Castle Down." Was written and performed by the beautiful and talented Emilie Autumn. I will be receiving a lot of help from my friend Wandering-Recluse. So please read/review and let me know if this is worth pursuing.