VERY IMPORTANT! If you are expecting one of my humorous Mary Sue stories, then turn around and walk away. This is something that's NOT funny at all…
Not that it's serious or anything, but it's just…different.
When I wrote a chapter from the middle of the story to flex my ability with my original character, I found that it is some of my best work and it's very touching, much different from, say, Writer's Block or RunnerUp. Again, this is not something you'd expect me to do; there's little to no humor in it, but it's packed full of fluff. Fluff, Fluff, and more fluff. Did I mention fluff?
There will also be an M rated chapter in the middle of this. (I know, you're thinking, "12 year old writing M fiction? Woah!" The reason will be explained later.)
I know I have Writer's Block to work on, but this has been bouncing around my head for all eternity. I had to publish it! x)
Disclaimer: For the entire story! Nothing in here is owned by me, except for Tori. Tori's name is from the singer Tori Amos, hence why Happy Phantom will be included. I don't own her or her songs, either.
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"Tori! Get ready!"
Tori snapped herself out of her daydreams and looked shyly up at Madame Giry.
"Oh…My apologies, Madame," she said in her quiet little voice.
She put herself into first position, ready to run out on to the stage with the rest of the ballet girls. They were rehearsing for "Hannibal", which would take place that night. As usual, Carlotta had been put into the lead, but the Angel of Music kept assuring her that Tori would be placed in the lead role.
Tori F. was a shy, quiet girl of 19, always in the background and never in the front. She was small, about 5'3", and had long, straight black hair that fell to her shoulders. Long, dark eyelashes covered green eyes, eyes that would look up at you innocently and make you want to kick yourself for insulting a creature so gentle. Her complexion was slightly pale, although her skin was unusually smooth and her lips were pink and full. Tori's body was perfect: she was not too thin, not too fat, and her body shape was that of an hourglass. Polite and kind, Tori was never one to insult a faulty dancer or gossip about some of the lead singers.
As she danced, she caught sight of Madame Giry talking quietly with the new managers. She heard her name being spoken and concentrated on her dancing so she would not be eavesdropping.
"Who is that small one over there?" M. Firmin asked, pointing his walking cane Tori's way.
"That is Mademoiselle Tori. I consider her to be a daughter. She was orphaned at 10."
"Does she have a surname?"
"Yes, but she prefers to keep it private. Would you kindly step to the side, please?"
The song ended and Tori stood with the other ballet rats, cheerfully discussing the new managers and the new patron, the Vicomte Raoul de Chagny, while the managers put up a fuss about the Opera Ghost (whom Tori did not talk about with the other girls) and tried to get Carlotta to sing for them.
"Oh, Tori, isn't he handsome?" Meg Giry whispered excitedly, as they watched Raoul walk away.
Tori watched him go, a thoughtful expression on her face. "I don't think he's too attractive," she said finally. "Simply not what I want to see in a man."
They continued talking for a while, but suddenly Tori felt her arm being tugged on.
"Tori could sing it, sir," she heard Madame Giry's voice say, as if from far away.
A/N: Is it good? Is it bad? Oh well! Please review!
