Soreli's voice was a miraculous thing...

Just not in a good way.

Wynne stood on the stage and winced, as Soreli attempted to hit a not that her voice could not reach.

An image came to her mind of nails down a chalkboard.

The conductor cringed, and Soreli stopped abruptly.

"Do you have a problem with how I'm singing?" She asked hand on her hip.

"Madame perhaps we should try this an octave lower." The conductor replied tactfully.

"I know what my voice can handle!" She sassed.

As they argued Wynne caught a glimpse of something moving out of the corner of her eye.

A black cape fluttered in the rigging above the stage and before she could say anything some scenery unraveled and dropped to the floor crushing Soreli underneath.

She screamed..

And a letter fluttered down from the ceiling.

"What the devil is going on here?!" Richard shouted bursting into the room, with Andre hot on his heels.

"It's from the ghost." Mme Giry replied, handing over the envelope.

Richard's head turned a reddish purple as he glared at he letter in Mme Giry's hand.

She turned and handed the letter to Andre.

Andre opened the letter and frowned.

"What does it say?" Firmin asked, reading over Andre's shoulder.

"Soreli is not to play this part. What an outrage! Who sent this letter?!" Richard growled, his eyes darting around the stage.

"That's alright." Soreli who had been helped out from under the scenery, sobbed. "I can't stand to sing anyways. I think I broke my leg."

"Would someone please call the house doctor?" Madame Giry asked calmly.

A man nodded, and ran off as some others helped Soreli to her room.

"Then who will sing?!" Firmin shrieked.

"She will." Andre replied, pointing over at Wynne.

"Me?!!" Wynne squeaked.

"That is what the letter says."Andre replied.

"But I-I."

"Can't you at least try Wynne?" Meg asked.

"Does she even know the song?!" Firmin scoffed.

"I do." Wynne whispered.

"Excellent let's hear it." Firmin demanded.

Meg pushed Wynne to center stage, and the conductor looked at her and started the music.

Wynne felt the eyes of the company staring into her back.

Her face flushed.

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and...

"Think of me, think of me fondly when we've said goodbye~" She sang the familiar song softly and sweetly.

Once she had finished she turned around to face the large group of people who had assembled behind her.

The shock was evident on their faces. And soon Wynne was overwhelmed by thunderous applause.

And she fainted.