Disclaimer: HI! I own nothing (nothing: Harry Potter, Les Mis, Phantom of the Opera, Pirates of the Carribbean etc), except for my phat web site! dang that thing's hot! uh... you didn't hear that! This is only my second phic and I'm quite scared... Any who, I'd like to dedicate this story to all Phantom of the Opera phics involving the fop and all of the other important fops in my life. Thank you.
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Chapter 1. THE fop
In the land of Pudding, far far away, there is a building. In that building is a corridor and at the end of that corridor is a pink door and through that pink door is the best room in the world. In this room, the world's most foppish ideas are born and taken care of and called Sally...or not.
The room has a baby pink carpet, a white board, a few creamy coloured couches; complete with tassled pillows. In the corner is a manequin that is OBVIOUSLY used as a test to see whether or not you know how to dress a fop (they used to use real fops but they were complaining that their clothes were getting wrinkled. Above this, is a sign that says the official name of the room:
THE ROYAL FOP SOCIETY!
Underneath the bold bubble writing, all of the members have signed their names and their positions. It goes as follows:
Marius Pontmercy, Treasure Commander Norington, Secritary Harry Potter, Stylist Prince Charming, News Man Vicomt Raoul de Chagny, THE Fop a.k.a. President
Suddenly, the door opened quietly and THE fop himself entered in all of his glory accompanied by the glorious singing of a choir. Raoul's hair was blowing in the strange breeze and his bright smile would have made anyone in the room blind, but unfortunately, he was the first one at his meeting. The poor THE fop pouted. He wanted to impress his friends. He huffed his little huff and turned out of the room into the corridor afore mentioned.
"Hey!"he cried to the choir outside singing for his amazing entrance. "You can go home now!" The choir suddenly stopped and everyone grumbled and left the building to go see if any new posts had been put up on javertspudding. (a/n that's my amazing site!).
Raoul huffed once again and walked into the meeting room. Dramatically, he fell onto the couch with his had to his forehead. Life as a fop was distressing. It was always brush the ponytail, smile for the ladies who never had anything better to do anyways, brush the ponytail, go shopping for the latest styles, brush the ponytail and so on and so forth. Sometimes, he had crazy urges to do... well, if anyone found out he'd no longer be THE fop, he'd be the, unfoppy fop! He shuddered. Oh the horror! Anyways, he'd once had the urge to-dare he say it to himself- belch! The thought made him cringe.
Him? Belch? Impossible! To counter act the ugliness, he started to remember the day that he was voted THE fop.
strange harpy music and lots of fog machine smoke later...
"Raoul," said Lucious Malfoy on the day of his retirement, "I"m retiring as you know and I would like to tell you something." Raoul, only a lowly secritary then, had had no way of knowing that Lucious wanted to promote him to position of President! But Raoul also remembered the sage words of advise from Lucious.
"Remember Raoul my son, your long, lucious hair is the key to success." he warned whilst patting his own beautiful locks. Raoul wanted to be just like hm. Now, he was President of the Royal Fop Society. If he had been a clever fop he would've realised that the president wasn't even from a country that had royalty. But alas! for a fop, ignorance is blliss.
He sat there for a bit longer contemplating if his strawberry blonde hair would go well with seafoam green when there was the sound of an opening door...
Didn't you think that was fun! I think so too! Wow! It's like we're related or something! If I don't get enough reviews, you'll never meet the whole gang or... see what happens after. grins evily, a bit like Erik in fact...