Christine was in her first real rehearsal where she would play Cinderella the entire time. The last one had gone by in such a blur that she had hardly comprehended all that had occurred then. Something about this one felt different. Now Christine had gotten enough time to have all of the butterflies make their new home inside of her stomach.

If there was one thing that made Christine more nervous than anything else related to the rehearsal, it wasn't standing in front of everyone and singing her heart out. It wasn't worry over her lines or her staging that were all new to her.

It was none other than Bridget Hadley.

Bridget Hadley was a junior who was like a legend, an idol to Christine. When Christine had been in middle school, she had watched Bridget play the lead role in the musical and had been stunned by how amazing she was. A good part of her aspired to be like Bridget, and now she was getting to work closely with her.

Bridget was playing the fairy godmother in the musical this year around. In the previous year, even though Bridget had only been a sophmore, she had managed to land one of the biggest roles in the musical. She was like a legend to Christine.

But, all in all, Christine didn't know very much about Bridget. She hadn't known anyone who had been close to her and had gotten to know her. For all Christine knew, she could be just as cruel as Carly and just not be as loud about it.

Christine found herself mortified that she was going to be working with her hero. She had no idea what to expect from what she had seen in previous rehearsals. She was wondering what Bridget would think of her voice, her acting, everything. Suddenly Christine found her mind spinning.

"Welcome to yet another day of rehearsal for Cinderella!" Mrs. Richard announced. At least for the moment, Christine was sticking over towards Meg. "We'll be beginning the actual practice in a few minutes, we've decided to give you a few more minutes after the adjustments from earlier this week," she continued, looking towards Christine.

Almost instantly, the group of students ended up chattering and building into a buzz of speech. Christine turned to her best friend, a flush starting to spread across her face. "I don't know if I can do this," she said.

"Christy, you just walked up and stunned everyone in this room as well as took a role from Carly. Carly. Carly Gill. If you were bad, you could have never done that. That makes you amazing."

Christine sighed. "You are too good to me."

Meg didn't respond, but a smile did stretch across her face. What struck Christine as strange about it was that her eyes tracked over Christine's shoulder and up. Afraid of what might be behind her, she turned around and found that Bridget Hadley was standing behind her, ready to talk.

Christine practically leapt out of her seat in order to face Bridget. The pink hue on her face deepened and spread without any control from her. She felt herself just staring at Bridget, with her brownish hair tipped with blonde at the ends. Bridget's light seafoam colored eyes glittered under the lights as she waited for Christine to do anything.

"Oh my goodness," Christine said, starstruck even though this was only a high school and they were only a year apart. "You're Bridget Hadley!"

"And you're Christine Daae, the new Cinderella. I just came over here to welcome you to the main cast and all," Bridget replied with a smile. "When I saw you sing for the first time, I was floored. You have some real talent there!"

"But what about you?" Christine said, breathless. She was all over the place. Bridget Hadley had just complimented her, the Bridget Hadley. "You're amazing, I've seen you performing ever since middle school, oh my goodness!"

Bridget laughed slightly, and Christine's heart filled with warmth. She sure seemed rather nice. Maybe that was all some sort of facade, a good acting sort of thing. All of the thoughts spinning through Christine's head just made her more nervous and jumbled.

"We're going to have a lot of fun together, I can tell you that much already." With that, Bridget gave Christine one last smile and turned away, her blonde-brown hair swishing around with her.

"That was amazing!" Christine gushed, turning back to Meg again. Her friend had just sat there and watched her the whole time. Meg just shook her head.

"You acted the way some fangirl would if they ended up met One Direction," she said, rolling her eyes.

"That is not true," Christine said. "If I was a One Direction fangirl and Bridget was One Direction, then I would have just died. On the spot."

Meg let out a little laugh. "Good to see you alive and well then."

"Meg, that was a really weird analogy thing that we just made there," she said.

"Very true."

Christine fell into meaningless chatter with Meg again, trying to distract herself from the butterflies in her stomach. But soon enough Mrs. Richard's voice projected out on top of everything.

"Now, it is time for us to begin! Everyone, up onto the stage. We'll be beginning in a matter of minutes, so be prepared!"

With a sigh, Christine forced herself up and went up onto the stage. Instead of gravitating to the group of extras as she typically did, she had to go to the main cast. It would be only be right, now that she was playing the character in the title of the musical.

As Christine stood there awkwardly on the outskirts of the group, Bridget noticed her. She started making her way over to the sophmore to start up another conversation.

"Hey," Bridget said.

"Oh. Hello!"

"So I think we're going to run you through Impossible today," Bridget explained. "I'm so excited! They're using techniques from the actual Broadway show to make the costumes."

"You mean like Laura Osnes just pulling the white ballgown out of her rags and somehow magically having her hair done in a split second?" Christine said, her voice turning into a squeal. She had watched that one scene over and over again and had never been able to figure it out.

"Exactly. That's going to be us."

"You're kidding," Christine replied.

"Not at all," Bridget said. "All the costumes are finally coming together, we might even get to try them on today."

"It's impossible!" Christine said with a laugh. For a moment she regretted making the joke, but then Bridget laughed along with her.

After a few minutes, Bridget's ideas turned out to be true.

"So...Impossible," Mrs. Richard said. "This entire thing has been a horror to stage, and now we're adding Christine into the mix. This is going to be difficult, but luckily Christine already knows the staging."

A smile stretched across Christine's face, a slight blush coming to her. Her eyes gently fluttered to the ground and then looked back up. She was getting so much attention and it was all new to her. It was one thing for a single person to focus on you, it was something enormously different if the entire cast had its eyes on you.

After Christine had found herself as Cinderella, this had been happening more and more. It wasn't surprising, after all. She was a sophmore who with just a few bars of music had snagged herself the lead role after the senior who was supposed to be doing it fled on a diva tantrum.

Yes, Christine was afraid of what her fellow castmates thought of her. But the thought of Carly herself still bothered her. Obviously, Carly's boyfriend Ian who was cast in the role of the prince was bound to be Carly's eyes and ears now that she no longer came to rehearsals. He would be sure to pick out any flaws that she had just to please Carly.

"Mr. Montegomery!" Mrs. Richard said. "Start up the music."

Christine felt her heart start to race. She bit her lip, shaking out her arms and legs to try and get her nerves away so that she could become Cinderella.

"Impossible," Bridget sang. Almost immediately Christine's breath caught her throat. Sure, she had heard this all before, but now this was Christine as Cinderella. Bridget was now her fairy godmother, and she had to believe it. "For a plain yellow pumpkin to be come a golden carriage."

"Impossible, for a plain country bumpkin and a prince to join in marriage," Bridget carried on. She had such a good long piece at the beginning part of the song to show off her solo skills. Still, Christine couldn't help but notice things that could be improved. Even Bridget being her idol didn't stop Christine's critiquing mind.

"And four white mice will never be four white horses.

Such fol-de-rol and fiddle-dee-dee of course is impossible." Christine was surprised at how easily the gibberish words slid from Bridget's mouth. Christine wasn't sure she would be able to pull that off.

"But the world is full of zanies and fools,

Who don't believe in sensible rules." Bridget absolutely nailed the changing part in the song. Christine felt her heart fluttering, wondering if she would be able to keep up with such a great act.

"And won't believe what sensible people say,

And because these daft and dewy-eyed dopes keep building up impossible hopes,

Impossible things are happening every day." That was it for the moment, at least for Bridget. Now it was Christine's turn to shine, after a brief interlude. It took Christine a second just to get her bearings of what was going on.

After a deep breath, Christine got herself into character before she let the notes ring out. "Impossible," she sang with a slight toss of her head. Carly had always done something like that when going through this particular song. It felt a bit odd to be doing the same action as her, but Christine knew that she could make Cinderella her own.

"Impossible," Bridget sang back. Now this was what Christine needed to get fully into her character. If she could think about it like Bridget really was some sort of great hero and helper to her as she was desperate to go out into the world, then she could connect it to her real life. In Christine's mind, this was the best way to get into Cinderella.

"Impossible," Christine sang again. At least learning the lyrics for this part of the song was easy.

"Impossible."

"Impossible!" Christine's voice was almost an excited yell, as suddenly she was whisked into the world of Cinderella. The almost completely finished prop for the carriage and horses had come on to stage.

"Impossible!"

"Impossible!"

"Impossible!" Now Bridget and Christine were singing together, and their two voices melded together almost perfectly.

After another brief little interlude to get Christine onto the carriage as if she was setting off to the ball, the singing began again. Now Christine had to imagine herself in all of Cinderella's finery, imagine that this was a completed prop that she was perched upon.

"It's possible," Christine sang by herself, repeating the melody from the beginning that Bridget had sung.

"For a plain yellow pumpkin to become a golden carriage.

It's possible,

For a plain country bumpkin and a prince to join in marriage," she sang onwards, enjoying herself very much. The staging that Mrs. Richard had done for this piece really helped to bring all of the story to life.

Now Bridget, as the fairy godmother, jumped back in. "And four white mice are easily turned to horses.

Such fol-de-rol and fiddle-dee-dee of course is

Quite possible!" The giant smile that spread across Bridget's face whenever she wasn't singing was infectious, and any doubt that Christine was having about being Cinderella's character faded away as she felt herself becoming in tune with what was going on.

Christine's heart soared as she sang the flying notes with Bridget. "It's possible!"

"So the world is full of zanies and fools!" Christine sang, trying to avoid smiling too much as it would cause the tone to become ugly.

"Who don't believe in sensible rules!" Bridget sang in reponse.

"And wont believe what sensible people say," was Christine's line in response.

Now it was time for the two girls to sing together yet again, a portion of the song which had gotten Christine very excited. "And because these daft and dewy-eyed dopes keep building up impossible hopes,

Impossible things are happening every day!"

The song was almost to a close at this point, which almost made Christine feel a bit sad. She had very much been enjoying all of the singing with Bridget, as well as running through the song. Even though she was in jeans and sitting in an unfinished carriage, she felt herself becoming a princess like Cinderella. She let out a sigh of happiness as it was time for Bridget and her to finish off the song. After everything, Christine had to remember that there would be plenty more rehearsals and plenty more times to go through the song.

"It's possible," Christine sang.

"It's possible," Bridget sang. This pattern went on for a little while longer, the two of them singing back and forth.

"It's possible."

It's possible.

It's possible.

It's possible."

For the ending of the song, Bridget and Christine joined and rose their voices together. Christine had agreed to take the lower part of the harmony. It was what Cinderella was supposed to sing, but Carly had been desperate to always sing the highest notes so she would sing it instead. Now Bridget got her opportunity to shine. "It's possible!*"

Then it was over. Within one second, everything had changed. Christine found herself back in the real world, which wasn't such a bad thing but it wasn't something that necessarily made her feel all that happy either.

"Okay, we're moving on," Mrs. Richard said. "That was great, everyone! We do have some notes for you later on, but nothing too major so...Mr. Montegomery, can you play the introduction to the ballroom scene?"

Christine wasn't in the beginning of this scene, so she was able to go and rest in the wings. Bridget and her walked together, and the older girl gave the younger one a high five.

"That was incredible!" Bridget whispered, trying not to be too loud as sound from the wings could still easily carry out and get them in trouble.

"Thank you," Christine replied. She was beaming, and she could hardly stop herself. "That last high note was insane! I can't believe Carly would never let you sing that, it's such a shame."

"Oh well," Bridget said, shaking her head. "We don't have to deal with Carly for the rest of this musical."

"That's true," Christine said. "Well, I have to prepare for when I come in."

"I'll just head off to go watch, then!" Bridget said, her voice filled with excitement that Christine had not been expecting. "Bye!" she said.

"Bye!" Christine said, waving a hand in a farewell. She turned her focus to the dancers on the stage, but before she made her way over, she found herself with an urge to go backstage. Unable to resist it, she went through the dark doors and made her way backstage.

"Amazing," the voice of the Angel of Music said, his clear tone gliding to her ear. "There is no other word that can describe my awe, as overused as the word amazing is."

Christine was tempted to respond to her Angel of Music, talk back to the voice which followed her, but she knew that someone would see and wonder. Whether it was the techie who never talked or Bridget Hadley, it didn't matter. She didn't want to suffer through embarrassment like that.

"You should be proud of your voice and your performance," the voice continued. "I saw you dive into the character and bring it to life. That is a skill that cannot be taught, child. You are doing well. I am pleased, very pleased."

Christine felt her heart glowing with warmth as the voice spoke. He really was proud of her, and that meant a lot. Could the Angel of Music possibly know how much his praise made her glow? It did show on her face, and gleamed from her eyes, but there was still more on the inside that did not appear.

But as Christine was standing there smiling, content with the compliments from the Angel of Music, suddenly the music stopped. All the ballroom dancers slowed down. Christine was still lost in the clouds, her head spinning in a glorious way.

It took Christine a moment to shake herself out and remember what was actually going on in the real world. As she walked into the wings, she spotted Bridget and immediately made her way over.

"What's going on?" Christine murmured, hoping her voice was loud enough to be heard over all of the chatter. Christine was usually very softspoken, so she was surprised with Bridget responded.

"Oh my goodness," Bridget said. She sounded almost as overexcited as Christine had at the beginning of the rehearsal when she had first met Bridget. "The costumes, we get to try on the costumes!"

"Oh, oh wow!" Christine said. "Does everyone get costumes?"

"Yes, yes indeed," Bridget replied. "We're going to get to see everyone in their outfits. The magical land is going to come to life."

With a laugh shared between the two girls, they headed off to the area for the main cast's costumes. Christine was enthralled, seeing just how much more elaborate these costumes were than anything she had ever worn before. Even her dance costumes throughout the years couldn't compare to what she was wearing for this performance.

Strangely enough, there were parts of Christine's costume that she had to learn how to use. Bridget had to do the same. They were going to have super fast quick changes on stage, and the directors were planning to use a little bit of magic to make it all come true.

After a little bit of practice, though, Christine and Bridget had been able to pull it all off. Christine was back in her rags for Cinderella before the ball, and had a bit of an idea for what she could do next.

The whole group of dancers had been rehearsing and being fitted in their costumes at the same time Christine had been doing similar things. They had missed seeing Christine's whole costume fiasco, all of the learning that she had to do in order to figure out how her costume worked. But now Christine had been released, and she immediately had made her way over to the cloud of brightly colored dresses of the dancers.

Almost immediately, Christine spotted Meg's blonde hair. She looked very charming in her costume, which was colored in a deep turquoise. It reminded Christine of the color of the ocean when the sky was clear and a bright blue and there was no wild wind to disturb it.

"Meg, Meg, Meg, Meg," Christine said, saying her friend's name over and over again. She rushed on over, holding pieces of her skirt's fabric between her hands. "This is amazing, look at it!"

"Look at what?" Meg replied. "Your costume? It looks really good," she said with a smile. "Cinderella really suits you. Not that I think you should be wearing rags. Although, those are some pretty cute rags."

"Yes, my costume," Christine replied. "By the way, you look amazing in your ballgown."

"Thank you, my lady," Meg said, taking up the edges of her turquoise skirt that puffed out like a cloud as she fell into a perfect curtsy. "Is that what I should call you, as Cinderella?" she said with a laugh.

"Well, not while I'm wearing my rags," Christine replied. Then, with a flourish, she began to pull the hidden piece in her costume as she spun around.

Christine was pleased to hear gasps all around as her Cinderella rags turned into a picture perfect ballgown, her hair piece being pulled off as well to reveal a shimmering crown placed on top of her intricately done hair.

"Now you may call me your lady," Christine said with a laugh.

"Christine," Meg said, seriously. "I don't think I've ever seen anything more amazing in my entire life."

"I'm the one who gets to wear it," Christine said, her voice sincere with happiness. "Apparently it was very lucky that for the most part Carly and I are similar sizes, they only need to make a few minor adjustments."

"I always knew you were going to end up being the pretty princess, Christy," Meg said. The two girls came together in a hug, their skirts being too big to allow them to get as close as they were aiming to. When they noticed this, both girls erupted into laughter.

Christine was very sad when she was forced to change out of her ballgown, but soon enough she was alone in the hallway backstage. There would be no better time to speak to her Angel of Music.

"Angel?" Christine said quietly. "My first real rehearsal as Cinderella, what did you think? I got to sing with Bridget Hadley."

"Indeed," the voice said, echoing all around her. If Christine had been breathless when it came to performing alongside her hero from middle school onwards, suddenly she was suffocating from just hearing the Angel of Music's voice. Christine had to remind herself just to breathe. "Indeed, and you outshone her like the brightest star in all of the heavens."

Christine pursed her lips, upset with this. "Bridget did an amazing job, I was just okay."

"In your own mind, perhaps," the Angel responded. "Do not doubt your abilities. You do still have much still to learn, but so does this Bridget."

"Thank you," Christine said softly. "Angel of Music, if you don't mind my asking, why are you so kind to me?" she asked, her voice now as light and airy as the wispy clouds that appear during sunrise or sunset.

"It is not kindness as much as it is a way to reward your great talent."

"You have great talent yourself," Christine said, already embarrassed by the attention she was getting. Her first response was to push praise to someone else, someone who she felt deserved it more than she did.

"Well, child," the Angel said, laughing slightly. "I did not intend to say your great talent in flattery, although you have that as well. It is one thing to be born with a great voice, it is another to have the power to improve it and build it into something heavenly."

"That is the power that you give to me, yeah?" Christine said. As much as the Angel of Music tried to push the conversation to focus on her, she kept pushing it back to focus on him.

"You could say that," the Angel of Music replied. "Just do not doubt in your abilities. Christine Daae, you have had a long day. I believe it would be best if you headed off to rest for the remainder of the day."

Christine pursed her lips slightly. She was not happy with this being the response, but the Angel seemed adamant that it was time for her to leave. Perhaps the conversation was meant to end at that point.

"You have a lovely voice, it would be a shame if it were lost by not giving it enough rest."

"Okay, okay," Christine replied. "I got it, you want me to go home now. I understand."

"Goodbye," the voice said, already pushing her into leaving.

"Thank you, my Angel," she said. "I'll see you...rather, hear you soon!"

There was nothing more for her now that rehearsals were through and the Angel of Music was not willing to speak to her more. With a slight sigh, Christine made her way out to her car to drive back home to Mama Valant. Even if the Angel of Music refused to listen to her tales of singing with the great Bridget Hadley, her aunt would always pay attention. After all, what was the point of singing if no one closed their mouth to listen?

A/N Sorry to anyone who was waiting for this yesterday, I just didn't have the time or energy to get it out. This was thrown together rather quickly, sorry about that as well! Anyways, over on the side we have "Impossible," which is the song Bridget and Christine were singing the whole time! It really makes the story come to life, I think. Well, if you liked this, votes and comments always show me that. Thanks!