Persa pov

"Okay Persa can you sing a few bars of Angel of Music?" the director asked.

"Sure. Father once spoke of an Angel

I used to dream he'd appear

Now as I sing I can sense him

And I know he's here

Here in this room, he calls me softly

Somewhere inside, hiding

Somehow I know he's always with me

He, the unseen genius" I said.

"Amazing." he whispered. "That was the most perfect voice I have heard." The stage manager said. "Thank you." I blushed.

"So?" Dean asked. "I got in no big deal. Actually it's a huge deal this is the original production." I said. "We need to know more about him." Sam said. "A little known fact Andrew Lloyd Webber was a hunter and wrote musicals. Phantom of the Opera was based on true events. My mom has an original recording of every musical and every cast on Broadway." I said. "Let's watch it then." Dean said. "You watch it. I have rehearsal and costume fitting." I said.

Let's just say costume fitting wasn't fun. The lady kept poking me with the pins. Only after an hour of this torture was I allowed to learn the blocking.

After 5 hours my feet were sore and I was about to pass out when I flamed home. "Woah. What happened?" Dean asked. "Rehearsal that's what happened." I said. I collapsed on the bed.

You are a fool you think I won't kill him Crowley said. You are a jackass I said. He hit me. Like I said jackass I said spitting out blood.

My eyes popped open. My body hurt. "I'm gonna take a shower." I said. as the hot water flowed over my skin my eyes were drawn once more to the ever blackening mark that signaled my increase in power. I noticed that the flame was growing blacker less. The Demon powers i gained boosted it to its current shade but it should be darker by now. I'll have to consult Del. I stepped out of the shower and dried off. I got dressed in a tank top and sweat pants. "I'm going for a run before rehearsal." I called. "K Pers." Dean said. I smiled. He called me Pers. Well it's progress.

I literally ran into Lucas. "Lucas!" I said hugging him. "Hey Persa." He said. "It's great to see you." I said. "What are you doing in New York?" he asked. "The Phantom is on the prowl. You?" I said. "It was getting obvious I wasn't changing." He said. I checked my watch. "I need to get going but we should meet sometime." I said.

I talked to the girl Eric was stalking. "It's really creepy. Like he's always watching." She said. "Where does he seem to talk to you the most?" I asked. "In my dressing room." She said. "Mind if I take a look?" I asked. "Not at all." She said.

I searched the whole room over nothing. I found was looking for a lever or something when I heard. "Looking for something, old friend." I jerked my head up and hit it on the vanity. He laughed and I found where he was communicating. "Very funny Eric. Ow. Next time wait until after my head is in the clear to say that." I said massaging my head. "Sorry but normally it was very funny." He said. "Shut up." I said. The mirror creaked open and I felt his arms at my side. "Oh Persa. I have missed you." He said. He slowly wrapped his arms around me. He turned me to face him. Then he kissed me. I pushed him away. "Erik please no. You have to stop." I begged him. "I knew you would come. I need you. My life is worthless without you. I live for you. I love you." When he said those last three words I grew pale. No no no!

Sorry it's been soooooooooo long. I lost interest and inspiration. But now I'm back baby.