orders and threats were all baloney. Still, that is a good point. If we agree to this, then we will risk our reputations-,"

   "What reputations?" Star asked suddenly. The three paused for a moment, as they realized they weren't really all too popular, even if they were managers.

   Kaltag continued, "And if we do not agree to his orders, we could jeopardize, endanger, and risk the lives of everyone at this Opera House."

   "So, are you going to agree?" Nikki asked.

   "As much as I don't want to guys, it looks like we have no choice. If this is what the ghost wants, then we shall give him what he wants." The three nodded in agreement, and proceeded to tell the acting manager to give Jenna the lead role, and prepare for the next day's performance.

   Just as the ghost had said, this truly was an important night for all, as all of the tickets were sold out, and it being held at the famous Opera Canine was definitely something everyone wanted to see.

   The first 2 acts came by and went, and for the most part, Jenna had never been onstage, except for a few brief appearances, however, she soon won the audience over during Act 3, which displays that popular Jewel Song, in which Marguerite finds a basket of jewels left for her by a mysterious man.

   Jenna, who was completely sunk into her role, placed a few of the necklaces round her neck, and lifted a mirror to her face, gazing at the shining jewelry, as the music thrust itself into the aria.

   "Ahhhhhhhhh…! Je ris de me voir si belle en ce miror," She sang, caressing her face, "Ah! Je ris de me voir si belle en ce miror, est-ce toi, Marguerite, est-ce toi? Réponds-moi, réponds-moi…réponds, réponds, réponds vite!"

   As the husky continued singing, she couldn't help but smile her way though the song, as she had never acted before, and during rehearsals, she was somewhat nervous at playing such a role. Especially since this role was meant for La Carlotta, not for her. Still, she was having the time of her life, as this was an experience unlike anything she had ever felt before. She found it rather funny, as she almost felt like Marguerite, never having been

   As the aria went on, one particular dog wasn't all too pleased with what he was seeing, and he seemed to have a smug look on his face. He was an albino husky with scarlet, almost bloodshot eyes, and his face was usually one that would make dogs refuse to make eye contact with him. Monsieur Harris was one of the toughest critics in Paris, and he had a reputation as being rather arrogant in his reviews, matching his "perfect" point-of-view, and because of this, his search for perfection led him to the Canine, where he was rather stunned by La Carlotta, whom he praised for her voice.

   He had expected to see her this night, but this was not the case, of course, and this made him angry, but he thought it would be an opportune time to take a look at this Daae that everyone talked about in the papers, this mysterious costume dog that took the poodle's place at the Gala.

   Let's just say, he wasn't all too happy when he found out that she "supposedly" never had any formal training in acting or in singing (this was mostly due to everyone's lack of knowledge of her past, and of her teacher). Therefore, he found it completely absurd that a dog like her could have an incredible voice without any vocal training. He knew for a fact that it takes years and years of training and practice in order to get to that level of power, yet this was rather perplexing.

   He jotted down a few notes on his notepad, and he continued to stare at the husky far below, who, as she finished the aria, received yet another standing ovation, as everyone howled and cheered. Monsieur Harris gave a rather slow clap of his paws, as he wasn't all too thrilled with the performance, and he got up and left, not wanting to see anymore. His mind was made up with what review he was going to give and he knew for a fact that everyone would see the husky for who she really was.

   As the husky made his way down the steps outside the Canine, and noticed that La Carlotta was fanning herself inside her carriage, looking rather upset.

   "La Carlotta?" He greeted the poodle, running up to her carriage, "I expected you to be onstage, not off."

   "You can thank those managers, those cons." She then noticed who she was talking to, "Monsieur Harris? Aren't you the one whose been writing my reviews, correct?"

   "Yes, Mademoiselle," He bowed slightly, "You're voice is far greater than that…Daae. I've always thought that."

   "Greater?" She glowered, "My voice is more than that, Monsieur! I deserved that part, I deserved to sing at the Gala, but I was replaced by that dog! I refuse to be pushed to the sidelines! But…" She then grinned evilly, "I can fix that…"

   "Is that so, Mademoiselle? How do you intend on getting your reputation back."

   "I'll need your help, Monsieur Harris, but before you do, I need to know, what do you think of that costume girl?"

   "What do I think?" He asked, folding his arms, "As far as I know, she's never had any experience with music, but I still don't know why she has such a voice. It's so weird."

   "She's gotten lucky, Monsieur, but I will change that, I definitely will." She chuckled, "I have a little plan, and you are going to be part of it, Monsieur. Tomorrow, I will make all of Paris know that she isn't as good as she thinks she is."

   "I already know what I'm going to write about in the papers, and all of Paris will see it."

   "Thank you, Monsieur Harris; you will be brilliant as always!" She smiled, "Make sure you mention me."

   "I will, Mademoiselle, I will." He gave a small smile, "Once everyone knows her faults, you will take her place, and you will rise to the top…but, what are we to do about Mademoiselle Daae?"

   "I don't know, but I'll think of something. In the meantime, don't speak of this to anyone. Just write your review tomorrow after the performance, and I'll take care of the rest."

   "Of course, Mademoiselle," The two then chuckled, as they planned on Jenna's downfall.

   Meanwhile, the performance had ended, and Jenna was received with a warm praise, as everyone cheered and applauded when she came out during the curtain call. As she made her way to her dressing room, she wasn't sure if she would be able to get through the crowd of staff members who wanted to hand her gifts and paw-shakes and roses and what not. Thankfully, she got through the crowd unscathed, and she gasped when she entered the room.

   Dressing Room 1 was probably the best room in the Canine, as it was originally for the best of the best singers and actors alike. It was mostly pink in color, with pink walls and velvet red carpet. There was a vanity mirror with lights above them, with a few drawers that contained makeup equipment. There was a chair in the corner, and a couch on the other side of the vanity mirror. There was a large mirror that seemed to hide something behind it, but it was probably a closet that no one used. She felt like she belonged in this place, almost like she was meant to play the lead role, just as her Angel had said. It was strange, since her Angel had told her that "tonight was her night to truly shine".

   She walked into the room, and saw that there were a few baskets of flowers in the corner, left by some of the dogs at the performance and some from the staff. She rolled her eyes, as the flowers were mostly tacky, store bought flowers that had laces around them, and she noticed that there was a small package next to one of the baskets, and she groaned when she saw who it was from by looking at the label:

To: Jenna

From: Steele de Chagny

   She wasn't sure what to do with the package, as it wasn't really big, but after the few times they've met, it almost seemed strange that he would send this to her. At the moment, Steele was the last thing she wanted to think of. The guy was a complete jerk that was so full of himself he didn't even notice it! Still…

   He was my friend, she thought, and I thought that we would be able to rekindle that friendship. I know he's changed, but how can I accept that? He's far too different now, and I don't think his attitude will ever change. But, maybe it…oh what am I thinking? I shouldn't be concerned about this. That was then, and this is now, and I shouldn't think that just because we were friends, we can be lovers too…

   Jenna sighed, and placed her paws on the couch's cushion, as she knew thinking about Steele would only increase her frustration, and this wasn't the time to be angry, this was the time to be happy. She had performed in the lead role of Faust, her very first lead role, and she wanted to savor this moment forever.

   Jenna… The husky's ears perked up; as she thought she heard a voice call her name.

   "A-Angel?" She whispered, "Is that you?" She had usually heard