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"No, Mary-Alice. Not like that." The frustrated Phantom corrected . I could tell that he was doing his best not to yell. "Mary-Alice, you must hold that last note longer and use pay more attention to your pitch!"

He had been trying to teach me a new song for me to sing and it felt like, every two minutes, there was something that I was doing wrong. It was a truly beautiful song, but it was a bit higher than my normal range and I just couldn't do it perfectly. I honestly didn't think that I was doing all that bad, but apparently I wasn't perfect.

When we had begun the song, his corrections were calm and nice. But as the lesson grew longer, there seemed to be more and more things that I was doing wrong. I was either holding the note too long or not long enough, I was breathing at the wrong times, I wasn't putting enough emotion into a certain part, I was too loud or to quiet. I couldn't seem to get through a measure without making a mistake.

As the time went on his voice became more frustrated and I could tell he was about to yell any moment.

Every time he told me what I was doing wrong I felt like dying. I wanted so badly for his approval and I truly was working hard, but it was like he was expecting perfection on my first try at the song.

And as he became more frustrated, so did I.

As he began to replay the section of the song, I did my best to completely focus on singing it perfectly. As I sang, I could hear that the way he was hitting the keys was changing. He was hitting them a tiny bit harder and with a bit more force than his usual smooth playing; he was displeased.

He didn't stop to correct me right away. It was close enough to the end of the song that he would just wait until it was over. It angered me to know that he wasn't happy while he was listening to me, that my singing was causing him displeasure. As the song reached its last few measures I was completely livid.

The song came to a stop and it was silent for a moment. He took a deep breath in.

"Mary-Alice, I expected more from you." He began. "You were not listening to my instructions. It was like you weren't even trying!" he scolded, his voice growing louder.

"I was trying," I said in a small voice. "Honestly, I was!"

"I don't believe you!" he said. "Mary-Alice I expect a much higher standard in my students!"

"Well I am sorry!" I screamed at him. "I know that I am no Christine Daae!" As I shouted it at him I turned around, away from the organ that I was standing in front of, and ran towards the boat. Before I even thought about it, I stepped in, picked up the large pole used for propelling the boat forward, and began to push away from the landing.

"Mary-Alice!" he shouted after me. "Mary-Alice come back here immediately!" he yelled as he ran over to the edge of the land. There was nothing he could do; there was no other boat for him to take. The only other one was at the dock on the other side of the lake.

Tears streaked down my face as I clumsily stroked my way through the water. I struggled to keep myself balanced as I was standing on the boat; I knew that if I tipped over there would be no one to save me from drowning this time. By now I was far out of my tutor's sight, never mind close enough for him to swim over and save me.

'How dare he?' I thought angrily. 'How dare he yell at me that way? Tell me that I wasn't trying! Yell at me like I was some stupid child!' I was fuming and I couldn't keep the tears from rolling out of my eyes. I did my best to please him, everything I could, and he told me that I wasn't even trying. The thought made me sick.

I came up to the dock, stepped off the boat and hastily tied the boat up. I ran through the maze of stone hallways, though they weren't really a maze for me now. I knew my way perfectly and didn't even have to give a second thought as to which direction I was going in.

I came up to the mirror and looked in. I was grateful that Meg was not in the room. I pulled open the mirror glass and jumped through. I turned around and slammed it shut. The glass shuttered, but didn't smash.

I flung myself onto my bed and continued sobbing.

It must have been at least ten minutes before I stopped crying and began to think. What had I done? I had let my temper control what I did and had ruined everything. If I had only held my tongue and just listened quietly as he scolded me, none of this would have happened.

Why had I said that? Why, out of everything that I could have said, did I have to say her name? The name that I knew would hurt him the most. Of course that is why I had done it; I wanted him to hurt for a moment so that I didn't have to. But it hadn't helped; all I had done was make us both feel pain. Curse my awful temper!`

I sat up and dried my face, knowing that it must look awful. I knew that Meg would come in any minute from her evening dance rehearsal and I didn't want her to see me like that. I ran my fingers through my hair and attempted to make my face go back to normal.

Sure enough, moments later she walked through the door. She pranced in the room and twirled as she shut the door; her blonde hair flying out behind her.

"Good evening Mary-Alice!" she greeted as she took out some nightclothes from her wardrobe.

"Good evening Meg." I replied. My voice sounded all wrong, I knew she would be able to tell that I had been crying. She looked over at me questioningly and I gave her a small smile. She looked at me a moment longer but then turned away and continued to change.

After talking to her a bit about the day, she soon got into bed and turned out the light. I lied in my bed for what seemed like eternity, never even coming close to sleep. All my mind could do was keep replaying the scene of me yelling at my tutor over and over in my head.

It must have been well after midnight when I heard a small tapping on the glass of the mirror. I shot up out of my bed and faced the mirror. In the dark of the room the only thing I could see through it was a bone white mask and the outline of a dark figure. My eyes grew wide and I turned around to face Meg's bed. Thankfully her eyes were closed and she was breathing in a way that could only mean she was in a deep sleep. I turned back towards the mirror where the dark figure was motioning for me to follow. I sighed and reluctantly walked towards the mirror. I knew that he was going to be furious with me.

I slid open the glass, carefully as to not wake up Meg with any noise. He held out his hand for me as I stepped through. I took it softly and walked along with him to the dock.

He didn't step into the boat as I expected though. Instead he faced me towards him and looked at me. He didn't yell at me like I anticipated he would, but he just stood there looking at me. So I spoke first.

"Monsieur, I am so sorry." I said quietly I looked at the ground as I continued. "I had no right to yell at you that way. I am truly sorry."

Instead of agreeing with me or telling me that I was wrong like I expected, and deserved he did something else. He put his hand on my shoulder. I tilted my head up and looked at him in the eyes. The move was so unlike him, so unlike the rigid tutor that I had known since our lessons began. He gave me a small smile.

"No, my young student, you were not completely wrong." The words shocked me. "Perhaps I was a bit harsh on you for your first song." I looked at him with disbelief. There was no way that these words were really coming out of his mouth.

"But, I yelled at you." I muttered out.

"Yes, but perhaps it was necessary. I did not mean for you to think that I was comparing you to Christine. That was certainly not the case. I was so hard on you because I want you to be successful here. I want you to be seen for the true talent that you possess." I looked into his eyes and I knew that he was telling me the truth.

"Thank you." I said quietly, because I didn't know what else to say. We stood in silence for a few moments until he spoke again.

"It is late, you should be returning to bed." He instructed. I nodded. We turned around and started walking.

"By the way," he said in a slightly amused tone. "How did you find out about my… association with Christine?" I had to hold back a laugh as he tried to carefully choose his words to describe him and Christine.

"I really shouldn't tell you." I said in an almost teasing tone. He gave me a scowl.

"It was Madame Giry, correct?" he asked. I looked at him in awe at his accurate guess.

"How did you know?" I asked. He gave a small chuckle.

"Oh, it wasn't really that difficult. If you asked her she would tell you. She almost considers you a daughter of sorts." I gave him a questioning look.

"Honestly Mary-Alice, you are not aware of the affect you can have on people." I didn't know how to respond. He only laughed and continued to walk.

"Another day, my young student. Another day…"