Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Sherlock Holmes. That
particularly enticing character belongs to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, or
according the Beekeeper's Apprentice novels, Sherlock belongs to himself.
And this idea just struck me, as the result of listening to the scores of
Phantom of the Opera and My Fair Lady (ever listen to " I'm An Ordinary Man
" and " Why can't the English? " sung by Rex Harrison? Remarkably
Sherlockian sympathies). *@* Means a change of POVs. Anyways, here I go...
~Fic Starts Here~
" Stop! Stop! The chorus! What on EARTH is the chorus doing? "
Yes, indeed, another rehearsal spent listening to an old British director lecturing us on the importance of nice, clean, neat chorus lines. You would think this was a theatre school, instead of one of the most celebrated musicals on Broadway.
Being Christine Daae in the Phantom of the Opera was very tiring sometimes.
" Ack! And what about my Christine! Where is she? Ah! Kristine, where have you been? "
Yes, unfortunately, my own name is pronounced as my character.
" Here, sir. "
" Well, then, what are you waiting for? Start singing so Raoul can fall madly in love with you! "
" Yes, sir. " I straightened up, slipped into the mind of Christine Daae, and started her celebrated aria.
" Think of me, think of me fondly, when we've said goodbye... "
This was better. I took comfort in the whimsical words.
" Remember me, once in while-please promise me you'll try. "
I paused, waiting for the dialogue held between the two opera directors at that point.
It never came.
" FIRMIN! ANDRE! " screeched Alan, our gentle director. (an: I'm sorry, I couldn't help it ;p)
" Eh? "
" What? "
" Oh bloody hell. We were supposed to say something. "
"Last time, mate, that we drink before a late rehearsal."
" WHAT?! " yelled Alan, " YOU WERE WHAT? "
" We-we- " stuttered George, who played Firmin, " We, we were only drinking WATER.... "
" At least it LOOKED like water, " muttered Basil, who played Andre
" I can't STAND it! " cried Alan, desperately, " I JUST CAN'T STAND IT! END OF REHEARSAL! "
I sighed, pretending to be disappointed, when I was really cheering gleefully. I had been hoping for this. I had certain...things...to accomplish tonight.
Not sex, mind you. Certainly not. Though the Phantom, played by a handsome man named Mark, was quite attractive to me, I had no doubts that a night with him was NOT in order.
Oh, no. Some things were MUCH better than sex.
Witchcraft, for instance.
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AN: Thank you! I LOVE cliffhangers! They make things interesting! Haaaaaave fun reviewing me! (Please do!)
~Fic Starts Here~
" Stop! Stop! The chorus! What on EARTH is the chorus doing? "
Yes, indeed, another rehearsal spent listening to an old British director lecturing us on the importance of nice, clean, neat chorus lines. You would think this was a theatre school, instead of one of the most celebrated musicals on Broadway.
Being Christine Daae in the Phantom of the Opera was very tiring sometimes.
" Ack! And what about my Christine! Where is she? Ah! Kristine, where have you been? "
Yes, unfortunately, my own name is pronounced as my character.
" Here, sir. "
" Well, then, what are you waiting for? Start singing so Raoul can fall madly in love with you! "
" Yes, sir. " I straightened up, slipped into the mind of Christine Daae, and started her celebrated aria.
" Think of me, think of me fondly, when we've said goodbye... "
This was better. I took comfort in the whimsical words.
" Remember me, once in while-please promise me you'll try. "
I paused, waiting for the dialogue held between the two opera directors at that point.
It never came.
" FIRMIN! ANDRE! " screeched Alan, our gentle director. (an: I'm sorry, I couldn't help it ;p)
" Eh? "
" What? "
" Oh bloody hell. We were supposed to say something. "
"Last time, mate, that we drink before a late rehearsal."
" WHAT?! " yelled Alan, " YOU WERE WHAT? "
" We-we- " stuttered George, who played Firmin, " We, we were only drinking WATER.... "
" At least it LOOKED like water, " muttered Basil, who played Andre
" I can't STAND it! " cried Alan, desperately, " I JUST CAN'T STAND IT! END OF REHEARSAL! "
I sighed, pretending to be disappointed, when I was really cheering gleefully. I had been hoping for this. I had certain...things...to accomplish tonight.
Not sex, mind you. Certainly not. Though the Phantom, played by a handsome man named Mark, was quite attractive to me, I had no doubts that a night with him was NOT in order.
Oh, no. Some things were MUCH better than sex.
Witchcraft, for instance.
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AN: Thank you! I LOVE cliffhangers! They make things interesting! Haaaaaave fun reviewing me! (Please do!)