I am writing this for fun just imaging if Erik was randomly transported into a phangirl's house. I hope it will be funny.
Disclaimer: If I owned the Phantom of the Opera, I would find a way to make it the school musical. By the way, that means I DON'T own it. (There are kindergarteners)
SO, on with the story.
I ached all over. 'Could I have possibly fallen out of the rafter's?' That seemed like the only plausible explanation for the fact that I was staring up at an amazingly high ceiling and my head was pulsing twice the speed my heart was beating. (which was relatively fast) 'Oh god am I in for it. I can barely move, and I've just fallen onto the stage in the middle of the most popular opera.' I closed my eyes, waited to feel a thousand hot breathes surrounding me, picking me up, to the police station, to the cell, the noose that was not my own. Well, I wasn't entirely wrong. I felt a hot breath, tried to close my close my eyes, remembered they were already closed. I sighed, waited. But there was only one hot breath, and I didn't really feel it anymore. No, I more of heard it. Quite a bit. Actually, it was a ear piercing shriek. Enough to wrench my reluctant eyes open. To see a girl of about 11 looking over me and screaming. Suddenly, I registered that my face was strangely bare. Fury gave me strength. And volume.
"WHAT THE HECK HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY MASK??" God, I was louder than the now-to-surprised-to-continue-shrieking 11 year old.
"WELL? IF YOU'RE NOT GOING TO HANG ME RIGHT NOW, I WOULD SUGGEST YOU GIVE ME MY MASK!!" I sprang to my feet. Maybe I wasn't as hurt as I initially imagined. That's when I noticed my surroundings. Curiosity got the better of fury. I limped slowly over to a huge, black, thin box, regarding it suspiciously. Without turning, (I really didn't want to hear that scream again) I asked her.
"Excuse me, mademoiselle. I am extremely sorry for past words I have…said. Would you do me the honor of telling me where I am?" It took all my self-control and then some to keep my voice calm and not screaming like a child for my mask again. The girl, to my great surprise, laughed.
"Hello Erik! I wasn't expecting you to drop in." Now I was really confused.
"Umm…How do you know who I am, where is my mask, what is this thing and will it hurt me?!" I exclaimed, all in one breath. The girl laughed again.
"Okay, I know who you are because you are one of the most famous people in the world, your mask is on the floor over there, that 'thing' is a television and the only way it could hurt you was if you watched it for too long you would probably go either crazy or have serious eye problems. Take my brother for example." She said.
"Wait, I'm still confused, but first, close your eyes."
"Why?"
"I'm getting my mask."
"So?"
"Listen, I have heard some good screams in my life, but that one tops, them all."
"Fine." She said, anger obvious in her voice. I peeked around, making sure she had held true to her word, then darted across the room to where the mask lay, the only thing I knew in the unfamiliar room.