A/N: Hey! This is my first Phantom RP, so don't flame too hard! I'll try to do as best as I can. This is just supposed to be a very funny attack of fan girls! It stars me (Izzi), and my friend Lizzy! Ready? Yey! So…here we go…

Oh yeah! And I don't own The Phantom of the Opera, unfortunately.

Izzi's POV

"THINK OF ME! THINK OF ME FONDLY!" My best friend, Lizzy, and I sang 'Think of Me' rather horribly, each of us listening to an earbud of my IPod. The carriage we were in swayed rather jerkily, throwing us all around the cart.

"Would both of you shut up?!" the driver begged, staring at us oddly, seeing as how we were listening to my IPod in the 1800s. This certainly wasn't allowed, right? Eh, too bad.

"No! If you ever find a moooomeeent…spare a thought for meeee!" We laughed, and I turned off my IPod. "We should stop torturing this poor man."

"Agreed," said Lizzy, laughing. I tossed her a compact so we could check our makeup. "You think they're gonna let us in?"

"You any good at ballet?" I asked hopefully.

Lizzy stared at me, aghast. "Are you joking? I can barely run!"

I nodded. "We could be cleaning girls? I'm sure they need more of those."

Lizzy rolled her eyes, and snapped the compact shut. "When are we meeting Erik?"

I raised my hand. "All in good time, my child." The driver continued to stare. I bounced up and down in my seat. "Can't you go any faster?!"

"I can, but it'll cost you extra," he said, glaring ahead of him. I would pay a little more to meet Christine and the gang!

"Fine!" I tossed more francs at him. "Just hurry it up!"

We arrived at the big opera building. I had no freaking idea what the hell to call it…whatever. We thanked the driver half-heartedly and walked up to the front doors. I knocked. A woman in a black dress opened it. Madame Giry!

"Who are you?" she asked fiercely. Not the welcome I'd been expecting, but whatever.

"My name is Iz—Isabella, and this is my friend Elizabeth," I said. "We were hoping for a job."

Fortunately, I had thought of changing our cloths to something less modern before we came—and believe me, you don't want to know how we got there. Let's just say it involved lots and lots of safety pins.

Madame looked around a bit suspiciously. "Why are you really here?"

I sighed. Was she truly this smart? "We came for jobs. Honest, Madame. Please, we've been cast out on the streets like dogs and have no idea how we're supposed to live!" I begged.

Madame's eyes softened a little. "Well…I think I might be able to find you an opening. But why here?"

"The only place offering jobs is the…" I swallowed a bit of vomit. "The bordello." Sadly, that was true.

Madame frowned. "Come in, I think we have a few openings as cleaning girls."

I made the 'rock on' sign at Lizzy, sticking out my tongue. A lady walking by the opera house saw me and blinked a few times. I giggled and waved, twinkling my fingers.

Madame led us through the opera house, up the stairs. She reminded us rather frequently to beg and plead as best we could to the managers. I knew that she felt really bad for us, I could just tell. We promised that we would beg. And beg well, dammit.

She knocked lightly on a door I could only assume was to the managers' office. A short man with graying hair opened the door a crack. "What is it, Madame?" He glanced down at Lizzy and I briefly.

"I would like to have a word with you," she said. "These little girls need a job, Monsieur Firmin."

Ah, so this was the famous Firmin. Yes, yes, very good. "Why? They look well enough to me."

"They shall starve without any money, Monsieur. I am not about to send them to the whore house," she said, gesturing to us.

Firmin glanced at us again, and looked back up at Madame Giry. He did a double take, looking at us, Lizzy in particular. "You two look odd…what country are you from?"

"Jolly old England!" Lizzy piped up in our fake accents. I stifled a laugh.

"Quite…" Firmin said, raising an eyebrow. "You may be cleaning girls until you can find someone to support you, got it? You may start today…"

Both he and Madame Giry eyed me. "What?" I asked.

"Er…Isabella, you wouldn't happen to know anything about our Operas, would you?" Madame asked me.

"I've…heard about this Christine Daae. Is it true he father was that famous violinist?" I asked. Lizzy stared at me, knowing a simple cleaning girl should give simple answers.

Madame nodded. "She was one of my finest ballerinas. Would you like to meet my girls?" I blinked. This was going way better than I had planned. We were supposed to be cleaning girls! Lizzy sensed my speechlessness and spoke up.

"Yes, that'd be lovely. Thank you." She was better at this grace thing than I.

Madame left Firmin alone and led us down to the stage. Back stage was packed as if it was opening night. It must've been a rehearsal. I heard a voice by the stage singing something a little shakily, as if the person was scared…or nervous.

Madame rounded up her ballerinas and introduced us. Meg came bounding up in her little outfit. I thought about covering my eyes, but no one else was, so I didn't. Madame introduced us, and Meg smiled down at us, a trace of pity in her eyes.

"How is Christine doing, Meg?" Madame asked frantically, already getting into the back stage spirit.

Meg bit her lip. "She so nervous, Madame. And…he…is not making it any easier for her." I smiled slightly, knowing exactly who she was talking about. Madame spotted me out of the corner of her eye.

"What's that, Isabella?" she asked.

"Nothing at all, Madame. I was just thinking about Christine's nervousness. It is very…unusual for a Prima Donna to be frightened, is it not? May I ask who he is, exactly?" I asked.

Lizzy pinched my back, and I bit my lip to stop from kicking her back. Madame looked at me, mildly surprised. "It is none of your business, cleaning girl."

I chuckled, knowing I couldn't have pulled that off, even with Madame Giry. Especially Madame Giry. I heard a quiet lecture near the stage, and decided to have a look. Pulling Lizzy after me, I watched as Andre talked with Christine, her nodding slightly.

Suddenly, something fell onto my head like a leaf. I picked it off and discovered a letter. It was sealed with red wax in the shape of a small skull. I was quite happy that the skull didn't look like it had in the movie. Yeash.

I immediately looked up, and thought I saw a little swirl of a cape. I grinned and turned to Lizzy. "I gots a letter!"

My letter (which I would've kept in a heartbeat) was snatched away by a slightly flustered Madame Giry. She scowled at me and then bustled off toward Andre, bun bouncing.

Lizzy dragged me closer to the action, wanting to hear apparently. Christine was staring at the letter pale-faced while Andre read it quickly. He finally groaned in disgust. "Twenty thousand francs! Someone get Firmin!"

Firmin was there in a flash, running down the isle of the gigantic room. "First Carlotta, now this! Damn, damn, damn!" he was muttering. Lizzy and I stifled our laughs, like the silly thirteen-year-olds we were.

"You heard," Andre stated, holding out the letter. Madame Giry and Meg escorted Christine out and (presumably) to her dressing room. We followed like lost puppies, and Madame didn't seem to notice.

We waited outside her dressing room, hearing gagging sounds and sobs coming from it. "So…what do you think so far?" I asked Lizzy.

"Well, I know you're gonna get us kicked out. We're gonna have to work at Sluts 'R' us!" she replied, scowling.

"Sorry. Maybe you should do most of the public speaking. I have such a hard time…you know…not being a smart-ass." I rolled my eyes, pressing my ear to the door.

"Obviously," Lizzy grumbled. She pressed her ear to the door as well, and started smiling.

"What?" I asked, genuinely puzzled. I could barely hear anything accept for a few words.

"They're talking about Erik! Madame just said, 'He is sometimes impatient, but he will be pleased with you in the end.' Ooh! This is exciting!" she mumbled.

I nodded. I was gonna meet The Phantom! I felt like making up a chant. 'I am gonna meet EERIK! I am gonna meet EERIK! I am gonna meet EERIK!'. Yeah, that's how it'd go. I was so inventive!

Lizzy and I stood there laughing quietly. We were mumbling about Erik, and suddenly the door burst open. It was Madame, and she looked furious. She's obviously heard us. Shoving us toward the stage, Madame ordered us to clean it and handed us mops and buckets harshly, spilling water on me. I almost decked her.

We mopped the stage like there was no tomorrow. She as how no one was around, we started singing verses of the musical to each other. I tried for the finale on Think of Me, and did decent, but not very good. We burst out laughing when I tried for the high notes on some of the songs, my voice croaking like a toad on E5.

There was a cold wind and a slight growl. Me and Lizzy stopped mopping abruptly and stared at each other. He was there, and he was watching us.

We're actually not from England, haha. K, review!