Disclaimer: I do not own Phantom of the Opera.
BOREDOM
Erik slumped in his chair. Nothing to do! Ugh, so much boredom! What was going on? The Phantom was never bored, he had millions of things to do! Then why, why, couldn't he think of one of those things?
"Mmf!" He grunted, trying (and failing) to sit up. Eventually he rolled of the chair and tried to think of something to do. But there was nothing. He was in no mood for composing, or
playing music. Haunting the ballet rats couldn't be fun at a time like this, and Christine was with Madame Valerius. After moping around the house for a while, he sent this note to the mangers:
My dear managers,
I had wished this day would never come. You had probably wished this day would never come without knowing. Unfortunately, it has.
I am bored.
Here are my instructions on how to amuse me.
Dress Carlotta up as a rooster and have her strut around the stage screaming 'cock-a-doodle-doo'. Allow a live camel to wander the stage aimlessly. Make Sorelli eat cake in front of Carlotta, refusing to give her any. Have all the ballet rats ride across the stage on camels, and have Piangi come in on a small camel. I'd like this all in the order that I put them in, until at the very end they are all on stage. At the same time. Starting at one o'clock this afternoon.
O.G.
P.T.O. I am not kidding. Make it happen.
The rest will be left to your imagination.