Gerry And Bailey's Phantom of the Opera stage show.

Bailey walked up to her and sat on the piano. "Erin.." She grinned softly.

"'ello." She stopped playing but her fingers kept ghosting over the keys idly.

"Come to dinner with us? If you're not busy, that is." She smiled softly.

"I'm not. Just bored." She smiled slightly. "Just passin' time."

"So dinner tonight, me you, Gerry, Sam" She smiled.

"Sure." She grinned a bit. "Where at?"

"No clue yet, we'll keep you posted though." She smiled softly, "About sixish, we'll all meet downstairs?" She nodded softly.

"'kay. I'll be there." She grinned and stood, stretching slightly. "Need to take a shower..." She murmured to herself.

Bailey kissed her friend on the cheek and smiled, sitting at the piano. "You should go do that. Gerry's the same, he needs a shower to." She grinned softly.

"I feel so dirty..." She sighed slightly. "I'll see you later, love." She winked at her friend and shuffled off towards her room to undirty herself.

Bailey strained to remember her piano lessons and soon she was playing a soft melody, a simple one. In the darkness, the quietness of the theater.

The theater was eerily quiet but there was the definite sense that someone else was there.

Bailey stretched her hand and stood, glancing down in the orchestra pit curiously and suddenly her ring slipped off and she sighed quickly, "Shit." She said softly, climbing down into the orchestra pit to find her ring, it didn't help that it was dark and eerie.

"You might want to get it resized, if it slips off so easily." The voice, his voice, that she hadn't heard in quite a while echoed softly around her.

Bailey blinked softly and leaned up, her heart was pounding in her chest again, like the first time she saw him. "I.. Yeah, I haven't really had time.." She groped in the dark for the ring.

"I would think that this is something that your 'loving fiancee' should take care of."

Bailey sat on the side, "We just got back last night, He hasn't had much time."

"Oh well." There was a 'thunk' sort of noise as her ring was dropped in the middle of the stage from the catwalks.

Bailey climbed back up, rolling onto her back as she lost her breath, staring up at the ceiling. "You could have told me you had it." She said softly.

There was no response and an eerie silence settled in.

Bailey sat up, climbing to her feet as she went to collect her ring, suddenly, the stage light slammed on and down the aisle of seats came the theater manager. "Everything alright, Mademoiselle?" When Bailey nodded, "My ring just slipped off and I was trying to find it." She said softly. "And it is such a pretty ring madame, careful we would not want anymore accidents.." She said in an eerie tone. "Accidents?" She asked but mthe manager was already leaving and Bailey frowned.

A few moments later, Gerry wandered into the theater. "Sam's up for it. Just gotta let him know when and where and he'll meet us there." He moved to where she stood. "What is it?"

"That theater manager, the french one, she just.." She looked confused and then shook her head. "I think I'm truly going crazy, Gerry."

"Why's that?" He kissed her forehead gently. "What happened?"

"I dropped my ring, Erik picked it up and put it on the stage for me, and then the Manager came in and asked me what I was doing in here, I told her I lost my ring, but I found it and she told me to be careful so that I didn't have any more accidents." She looked at him, "She looked really threatening and got into my personal space."