Erik was currently sat in his dressing room, playing with the many letters he received. Roses and a few other types of flowers surrounded him and the room, leaving a beautiful almost overwhelming aroma. The flowers all from his recent and only second performance.

The audience, press, and even the manager crowded around outside, wanting to talk, ask and see the baritone singer. Daroga was placed outside to keep people out. “Calm down, Mr. Carriere needs his privacy!” Daroga firmly stated, his voice still clear from the locked door.

Erik stayed in the seat, now looking up and at himself and his appearance; regret slowly starting to fill his body. Everything he’s wanted is now in front of him, but he doesn’t know how to handle it all. He almost felt he wanted to cry as the candles illuminated his face and the tears that began to build up. But he tightly gripped his tie, breathing deeply as he slowly came back to his normal senses. (Have fun with this please, change anything you don’t like for RP! :D)