I do not own the characters Erik, Raoul and Christine...but I do own the characters' personalities. (:
Payton's POV
I wait impatiently in front of my middle school, anxiously wanting my sister to hurry up. Roxanne was eighteen, and a senior at the Academy of the Performing Arts here in New York Why she hadn't picked me up, I had no idea.
My phone buzzed, and I sighed. The text message read:
Hey,
Can't pick you up. The GREATEST people came by today at acting class. I gotta talk to them.
-Roxy
"God, Roxanne!" I muttered under my breath. Our apartment was only two miles away, but walking there in the drizzling rain was not something I was looking forward to. If only I had known what would have happened next, I never would have gone home.
Roxanne POV
Oh my gosh. When I first saw them I knew they had to be the ones. I mean, after all, I've only read the Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux numerous times and had seen the musical ever since I was born. I'm not obsessed, like my sister thinks.
I'm just overally passionate.
Anyways, maybe I wasn't being the best sister to let Payton walk home when I promised her a ride home from her snooty school for geniuses, Abbot Academy. But she's got to toughen up. Maybe this will teach her to realize that the world doesn't revolve around her.
It revolves around the theater arts, obviously.
Payton POV
Walking back home was a nightmare. What kind of sister would let her little sibling walk home, all alone, in the rain and swirling winds? And this wasn't just ANY city; this is New York. I could've been robbed, or attacked, or bitten by a rapid rat.
Then she'd be sorry.
Or I could tell Mom and Dad. They were on a business trip to Jamaica and were taking advantage of the weather there. And when they got back…she would be in so much trouble.
As I walked down the sidewalk—trying to avoid the rabid rats—my finger poised over the CALL button on my iPhone. But then I remembered that she didn't tell on me when I accidently broke a chandelier when I was three. (An earthquake COULD'VE happened.)
I shoved my phone back into my pocket. I wouldn't call Mom or Dad, but I sure was going to make it difficult for her when she got home.
I heard Roxanne come up the stairs, and I turned around, ready to give her the "You're the worst sister and I deserve better…" speech.
But I never got a chance. She entered with the three most peculiar misfits I had ever seen in my life.
Payton sat there, her jaw wide open as I smiled sheepishly. "Payton, these are my friends: Erik and Christine."
Raoul piped up. "And don't forget about me!"
I rolled my eyes. "Shut UP Raoul!" I exclaimed. I grabbed my sister's arm, and shoved her into the next room. "Okay, it's not what you think…"
