The Phantom: Parker Sheridan
Christine Daae: Wednesday Forest
Raoul de Chagny: Collin Smith
Meg Giry: Desiree Mason
Madame Giry: Pricilla Hurt
Carlotta Giudicelli: Helena Rivers
Monsieur Richard Firmin: Paul Frost
Monsieur Gilles André: Peter Frost
Ubaldo Piangi: Michal Richards
Chorus Girl/ Understudy: Mimi Killian
Prologue:Wednesday Forest sat on her bed, hair still disheveled from a restless night and bed sheets twisted around her legs, stretching and giving a great yawn. Then she snapped into a realization, her eyes wide and her heart suddenly pounding. She stared at today's date, circled in a glittery red pen on the calendar on her wall. Beside the circle were the words "Phantom of the Opera cast list!" Wildly kicking the sheets off her legs, Wednesday bolted into the kitchen of her small apartment, New York traffic blaring outside. She jumped into her swivel chair by her desk, waving her arms wildly to stop it from sliding across the rough tiled floor. Scooting the chair back to the desk, she opened the thin top of her lap top computer, tapping her fingers anxiously as she waited for the computer to start up. She hastily opened the internet, bouncing in her seat as she waited for the website to load. Soon enough she saw the link to the list. She took a deep breath. "Wednesday…" She whispered to herself. "Even if you don't get the part, it was a great experience. Christine Daae is not any more important than the next role you audition for." She groaned to herself. "Yes it is…" Christine Daae was her lifelong dream role. If she didn't get it she didn't know what she'd do. She had only practiced 2 months for that audition, what if it wasn't long enough? She took another shaky breath and clicked the link. As her name illuminated on the screen, she screamed. "HOLY {this line has been eliminated for the language choice of one Wednesday Forest}" She grinned, jumping up in her seat. She ran to her window, stepping out onto the little balcony. She looked out at all of New York and flung out her arms, grinning wide. "I AM CHRISTINE DAAE!" She cried, giggling and whipping into a triple pirouette.
Collin Smith sat at his table of choice at his favorite coffee shop, the one he liked to call his very own ABC Café, and sipped his coffee, struggling to stay calm as he tapped away at his smart phone, using the free Wi-Fi to pull up the cast list from his last audition. "Please…" He whispered to himself, crossing his fingers. "Come on, load…" he hissed at his 3G, waiting. He ran a hand through his artificial blonde-red hair, bouncing his knee nervously. Finally the list popped up, and he gave a joyous whoop as he read the words on the screen. "Raoul Vicomte de Chagny: Collin Smith" The lady at the cash register gave him an inquiring stare. "I got it!" He cheered. She smiled and gave him a thumbs-up. He shoved open the doors to the coffee shop, stepping outside into the New York air. He felt like bursting into song right then and there. As he reached his apartment complex, he noticed a girl on the balcony of an apartment in the building across the street, and he took a sip of his coffee, looking at her. He could vaguely make out the words she screeched to no one in particular. "I am Christine Daae!" His jaw dropped. He waved his arms at her from across the street as she whirled into a series of turns. "I AM RAUL!" He called back. She was visibly surprised.
"Really?" She asked, hands cupped around her mouth.
"REALLY!" Collin responded, his hands cupping his mouth the same way.
She put up one finger. "One minute!" She told him, rushing back into her apartment. A minute later as promised, she emerged from the building, darting across the street to meet him. "Are you Collin?" She panted, her green-grey eyes on his dark blue ones.
Collin smiled. "Are you Wednesday?"
She grinned at him. "Yes I am!"
"It's a pleasure to meet you!"
"The pleasure is all mine, monsieur."
"I'll see you at the cold-read?"
"Tomorrow morning!"
"Tomorrow morning indeed!"
Wednesday smiled at her new friend. "Well, I'll see you then!" She dismissed herself, looking down the street before sprinting across. Once she was safely on the other side, she turned back to see Collin wave to her. She returned the gesture, twirling a curly strand of long auburn hair with her other hand.
Desiree Mason pulled her dirty, once cream-colored pointe ballet shoes off of her feet, hissing in pain as her toes throbbed, and she saw a coppery stain like dried blood on the bottoms of her tights. She pulled those off too, pulling a pair of shorts on over her white leotard and loose dance shirt. She sighed and jammed the car key into its place, then turned it to start the car. The machine sputtered, then was quiet. "Oh, come on…" Desiree groaned, turning the key again. Nothing happened. "DAMN!" she cried, slamming her fist on the seat. She pulled out her phone, pristine with its designer pink case, deciding to give it a moment and then try again with the car. A little alert popped up on the screen. She gasped. "The cast list!" She whispered. She opened the internet; glad her dance studio had free Wi-Fi. As she waited for the list to load, she pulled the pins out of her curly blonde hair, one by one. When ten pins sat in the cup holder of her car, her name appeared on the screen. She yelped, a smile illuminating her pale skin. She cheered out loud, for the world to hear. Then she turned the key one more time. Her pale blue mustang came to life with a satisfying growl.
Parker Sheridan sat in the Library for which he worked, pretending to tend to one of the computers. You know, the 40 bazillion year old computers that take eighty billion years to load the page for the cast list of your first Broadway show, that kind of computer. He tapped his foot anxiously, looking around at all the people in the library, all staring at the tall muscular guy with short blonde hair and glasses, who looked so desperate for whatever was on that screen. Or rather, for what was on the cast list. Finally the outer boarder of the website popped up, and his heart began to race. He gasped, immediately shushed by some snobby parents. Then names appeared. Christine …Erik. He closed his eyes and sighed, then opened them again. His name was the most blessed sight of his life. "WHOO HOO" He cheered aloud. The entire Library stared, but he didn't care. He marched his proud self up to the front desk. "It's been a pleasure working here. But I am on to bigger and better places. Thank you very much." He said, a grin illuminating his face. The friendly lady at the front desk whispered. "You got it?" He nodded proudly. "I did." She gave him thumbs up. He returned the gesture, and marched out into the bright world of the single, unemployed, and on Broadway.
Then he turned back.
Oh god.
He had just quit his job.