KRISTA'S POV

I slowly opened my eyes and I found myself in a room that I didn't recognise. I thought I was back in the work room and I had fallen asleep but, I was wrong. I looked around and the room that I'm in had that old 19th century feel to it. The furniture and the decor looked different compared to the modern ones. I stood up from the floor and when I looked down at myself, I noticed that I was wearing different clothes which took me by surprise.

I spotted a mirror and I walked towards it to look at myself. I was still the same person but, the clothes that I'm wearing are different. My outfit consists of a plain white shirt, a black under bust corset, grey leggings and dark brown calf boots. My hair is also tied back in a ponytail but it was held back by a black silky ribbon instead of the modern hair ties that I usually use.

'What the hell is going on? why do I look so different all of a sudden?' I asked myself before someone knocked on the door.

"Uh, come in," I spoke and then a blonde haired ballerina came into the room.

"Krista? are you okay?" The blonde hair woman asked with a worried look. I recognised her as Jennifer Ellison who played Meg in Phantom of the opera.

"I'm...fine, I think," I said as I rubbed the back of my head.

"Really? you don't look it. Did you pull another all nighter again?" Jennifer or Meg asked with a concerned look.

I gave her a confused look before pointing at the dress for the Think of Me scene that I was supposed to be working on.

"Um...yes, I did. I wanted to make sure it looks perfect," I explained myself so I didn't make it obvious that I didn't have a clue about what's going on right now.

"Geez, Carlotta's so mean. You're not her personal costume maker," Meg spoke with a small frown.

"I'm aware of that but, I don't mind," I tried telling until a brown haired woman came into the room. At first, I thought it was Emmy Rossum. I mean it is but, in this current situation, that's not her actual name.

"Is Krista okay?" Christine asked with a concerned look.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired from last night's work," I told them.

"Anyway, did you fix that tear in the skirt for the Hannibal scene?" Christine asked before I looked through the hangers and I found her skirt.

"Here it is, good as new," I spoke with a proud smile on my face.

"Fantastic! thank you so much," Christine smiled before Meg spoke up.

"We should get going, you know what the Madame is like if we're late again."

"Okay, see you later Krista," Christine told me before she and Meg left.

After they left, I sat down on the bed with a shocked and surprised look on my face. Somehow, I ended up in my favourite musical, the Phantom of the Opera and for some unknown reason, those two know me. I looked around 'my' room to see what I know about this Krista from the musical.

The dress that's on the mannequin is definitely the one that Christine is supposed to wear while she was singing Think of me. The desk has one of those old fashioned sewing machines that my Grandmother used in the past with some various colours of fabrics and leathers. This told me that this Krista still works as a costume designer, well, costume maker. I didn't think the word designer existed in this time period yet. I opened the wardrobes to see that I still had a keen eye for fashion and making my own outfits which explains the outfit that I'm wearing is easy to move about. In the drawers, I found two books, one is a sketchbook of the designs for each of the operas including Hannibal and the other one is a journal.

I opened the journal and I read the contents. As I read through the book, I began to understand who this Krista is from the Musical. It turns out, I'm still the same person with the same past but different. Mother dying in an a accident, swearing to never perform again, work as a costume maker etc. What took me by surprise was that I'm best friends with Christine and Meg since we were kids after Christine's father passed away. I guess we have a lot in common except, I'm not being visited by an angel of music. I read the last entry and it was about yesterday's events.

XX December 1870

It was another busy day for us costume makers and the others. With Hannibal coming up, it was all hands on deck. Carlotta's singing hasn't improved since the first day I started working here. I even had to use some ear plugs to block out that banshee's screaming. But, she's still a bit of a Diva. She wasn't happy where I was going with the design of the dress for the song 'Think of me.' She even complained that her skirt is too long for the Hannibal scene.

I don't know what Lefevre was thinking when he made her the Prima Dona. She can't sing, she's mean, she shouts at us whenever something bad happens and to make matters worse, I'm always doing most of the work to either recreate the costumes for her and make major changes before her big debut. I can't win with her sometimes.

I had laugh at that part because that I always thought about Charlotte. She and Carlotta have something in common, both mean and spoilt brats not to mention they're bother divas. I continued to read yesterday's events until someone knocked on the door.

"Come in," I told them before I put away my journal and then Madame Giry came into my room.

"Are you all right child? Meg just told me that you weren't feeling well."

I read somewhere that Madame Giry has been like a second mother to this Krista in the musical since she took her under her wing while my father worked in America.

"I'm fine. I guess I didn't get much sleep last night, well for obvious reasons," I told her before looking at the dress that I was currently designing.

"Carlotta shouldn't be pushing you like this. Why don't you take the day off and get some rest?" Madame Giry suggested.

"I would have but, we're so close to finishing with the costumes and I can't afford to take a break now. I'll feel a lot better once I've finished with the other costumes," I told her with a smile.

"All right but, don't push yourself."

"Yes, ma'am," I spoke with a smile before I stood up from the bed and I got to work.

After I left the room, I got to the costume department where the makers were mending the costumes or helping the performers with their outfits for today's rehearsals. I got stuck in like it was a natural thing to me, well, I mean it is but, I'm not the Krista that everyone knows. I'm surprised they haven't noticed the personality change yet which I'm happy about. I guess all those years of acting lessons finally paid off.

While I was helping Pangi with his outfit, I took a few glances at the performers and they looked amazing. This was nothing like the modern world now but, I was happy to be doing what I do best. But, the only down side was Carlotta's horrible singing was ruining a few moments.

"There you go, Signore," I spoke with a smile before he kissed the back of my hand which made me giggle before he went onto the stage to sing his part.

"Ah! my skirt!" I heard one of the dancers shout before I rushed over to her and made a quick fix on her slave skirt.

"There we go, done!" I spoke with a smile before she went back to dancing.

"Nice to see you're working hard as usual," I heard Madame Giry comment as she stood next to me.

"Feeling better?" She asked.

"Yeah. Sorry for making you and the others worry, Madame. I just felt a little bit off earlier this morning," I told her.

"Well, as I said, try not to overwork yourself. Even if Carlotta demands it," Madame Giry told me.

"I'll keep that in mind."

As I continued to watch the dancers and singers, I felt someone's eyes on us. I looked around but, I couldn't see anyone who was staring at me. I glanced up and I thought I saw someone in the rafters but they had vanished before I could spot them. I shurgged it off and thought it was my imagination but, somehow I get the feeling that someone is there and it might be the Opera Ghost.

After a long day of rehersals, the other costume staff members and I gathered the performers their costumes and we carefully put them away. We needed to treat them with care because the last thing we need having them wrecked and knowing Carlotta she wouldn't want me wasting time on other projects, as she would like to put it.

"Krista!"

'Speak of the devil,' I thought to myself before I turned to look at Carlotta.

"Good evening, Signora Carlotta, Signore Pagni," I spoke with a smile. "What can I do for you?"

"My dress for the Hannibal scene needs more work! I need to look like I belong to the royal family!" Carlotta told me with a small frown.

"Got you covered, Signora," I spoke with a smile before I showed her my recent sketch and she looked impressed when she saw the skirt. It looked the same but it was slightly longer.

"I wasn't happy how the skirt looked last time but, I will warn you, you'll need to watch out for the other performers and they don't step on it," I warned her.

"Perfect! what about the dress for act 3?" Carlotta asked with a small frown.

"That's still in a working progress, Signora. But, I swear to you, I'm almost done with it," I told her.

"Good, it better be done on time!" Carlotta yelled out before storming off after smacking me in the face with her scarf. Pangi chuckled nervously before he followed after her.

I growled in annoyance before I heard Annette, one of my co-workers, asked me, "Why do you even put up with her? you're not her personal costume maker you know?"

"I'm aware of that but, I need the extra money."

I wasn't wrong there. Since the musical Krista is working here and with her father is working abroad, she had to do whatever she could to make extra money even if that meant working herself to the bone.

After we put away the costumes, I was about to head back to my room but, I wanted to make a quick visit somewhere first. I remembered that the Krista from the musical would always visit the chapel after a long day of work. I walked down the steps until I heard two people down there. I could hear Christine's singing and someone else's voice and I knew who it was. It's Erik or the Angel of Music.

"Hello?" I called out which made Christine stop singing immediately.

"Krista! I didn't hear you coming in," Christine spoke nervously.

"It's all right, don't stop on my account. I'm guessing you're taking more lessons from your angel?" I asked with a smile.

Christine looked surprised when I asked her this because in the musical no one except for Madame Giry knows that the Phantom of the Opera, well, Erik has been giving her lessons.

"How did you know?" Christine asked.

"Let's just say, I could hear you singing whenever I made my way here," I told her before I approached the picture of my mother except it's a 19th century version of her. I lit the candle before kneeling down in front of the picture with my hands clasped together to pray.

"Does anyone else know about this?" Christine asked as she knelt beside me.

"No, just me. Don't worry, I won't say anything about your angel," I spoke with a smile.

"You promise?" Christine asked with a smile.

"I promise on my mother's grave I will. By the way, how are the lessons coming a long?" I asked her.

"Hmm...I'm still struggling to hold down the longer notes," Christine told me.

"Really? sing the song from Act 3," I told her after we stood up from the ground and then she demonstrated how well she's done with those singing lessons so far. I was a little surprised at her singing voice because during the Think of me scene, she sounded beautiful but to hear it like this before it could happen, I was shocked.

"I can see why you're struggling to hold down longer notes. Especially the high notes. It sounds like you need to work on your breathing."

"My breathing?" Christine asked with a confused look.

"Yes. When you breath in air, you can talk or sing until you feel the need to inhale again. For example," I cleared my throat and sang a little bit of the Think of me song.

"Think of me. Think of me fondly when we said goodbye. Remember me, once in a while. Please promise me, you'll try," I sang the first part of the song.

"See? just like that," I spoke with a proud smile while Christine stood there with a surprised and shocked look on her face.

"What?" I asked with a confused look.

"...That was amazing! Where in the world did you learn how to sing like that?" Christine asked with a smile.

"Um...no particular place. My mother taught me how to sing, she had hopes that I would be a performer like her after she first heard me singing but..." I glanced at the picture of my mother with a sad look.

"After she died, I couldn't bring myself to carry on without her. That's why I decided to become a costume maker instead," I told Christine but she frowned a little.

"But, that sounds like you're wasting your talent. You should be the prima donna instead of Carlotta."

"Ha! me! being the main cast and a prima donna? forget it."

"Why not? you've got an amazing singing voice. It sounds way better than mine."

"Firstly, Carlotta would have my head if she found out that a costume maker has stolen her role and secondly, I swore to myself that I would never perform on stage again. It just doesn't feel right, not having my mother next to me," I told her with my arms folded.

"But, it sounds like you're wasting your talent. You don't deserve to be in the costume department, You should be on stage with the rest of us," Christine told me.

I chuckled before I ruffled her hair like I always do even when we were little.

"I appreciate you telling me that Christine but, to be honest, I don't think I still have what it takes. That little part was just a one off," I told her before I turned to leave the chapel.

"Oh and one more thing," I turned to look at her. "Please don't tell anyone about my singing voice. I don't need the attention."

"...All right, Krista. Good night," Chrstine told me before I waved bye and headed back to my room.

But, little did I know, after my little performance in front of Christine, I caught a certain someone's attention.