Hello hello hello! I never update, I know. Hey! That rhymes. SO here is a lovely new chapter for CDC. Enjoy!

Erik awoke the next morning feeling refreshed. He really liked Thursday s. Just then Christine woke up as well. Erik looked at her and smiled. She sighed and grinned back. The two of them then sat up. A servant brought in tea before bosing and walking out. Erik took a sip of his tea. Ugh. Raoul must like about 20 teaspoons of sugar.

Raoul.

He had to tell Christine.

"Uh, Christine?" Erik croaked.

"Hmm?" Christine turned to him, her blue eyes sparkling.

"I have a confession to make." He said.

Christine sat up straighter. "Are you having an affair, Raoul?"

Erik's jaw dropped. "What? Oh no, no Christine!"

"What is it then?" she demanded.

Erik gulped.

"I—I'm not Raoul."

"What are you talking about? You look, sound…feel… like Raoul!"

"But I' not." Erik cleared his throat. "I am your angel of music…" he sang softly.

"Erik?" Christine's eyes opened wider and she dropped her tea on the floor.

A servant came in to clean it up but Christine quickly hurried him out of the room. She needed to talk to Erik in peace. She didn't need the whole household knowing that she'd just spent the night with Erik!

"It is I". Erik whispered.

"Oh Erik! How did… this…happen?"

"I have no clue. I woke up here yesterday morning. That's why I went out for a walk."

"Where is the real Raoul, then?"

"That's where I went. To the Opera House. He was having a panic attack, wailing about his… my… ugly face. Then he told me it wasn't fair. In his state I figured that I'd better take him out of there before he killed himself… not that that would've been bad in certain circumstances, but he is in my body."

"So what did you do with him?" Christine asked.

"I took him to an apartment and rented one out for him." Erik paused. "I was considering moving anyway. I just had to find a place big enough for my organ."

"Erik, why did you take advantage of me like that?" Christine whispered.

"I wanted to know what it was like!" Erik blushed.

There was silence in the room for the next five minutes. Then Christine got out of bed.

"Where are you going?" Erik asked.

"Where am I going? We're going to see the real Raoul. Then we're going to see if we can work things out. I'm also bringing him home." Christine sniffed.

"Do you really think that's a good idea? I mean, shouldn't we keep things as normal as possible?"

"Not necessarily." Christine said, "I don't think Raoul will appreciate you sleeping in our bed too much."

"But if Raoul in my body comes back to your bed won't your servants notice?" Erik pointed out.

Christine went to the closet. "You're right. You always were."

"Christine, I just want you to know that I don't hate you for leaving with Raoul. I understand." Erik said softly.

"Oh but I hate myself Erik!" Christine looked up at him through tear filled eyes.

"What do you mean?" Erik said slowly.

"I kissed you and then left you. That wasn't just a friendly kiss Erik."

"I noticed that." Erik nodded.

"Well, it was just that after I left, Raoul started talking about how he hoped that the mob would find you and kill you. He hoped that we would never have to see your "ugly" face again. Erik, you weren't ugly. I cannot deny that I enjoy seeing you as Raoul. Now you are the perfect man. Perfect body, but also the perfect personality. Do you see now why I hate myself? Who cares about looks when you can have the sweetest man?