I've finally lost it. This story proves my insanity.
You see, I'm a little obsessed with a certain character from Phantom of the Opera. A certain character that is very undervalued. A certain character named Darius.
This story is sort of a joke between me and one of my friends, who puts up with my Darius obsession. So Tanya, this is for you!
Anyways, enjoy! And please review!
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My name… is Darius. You've heard it before, but you've never paid it any mind, have you? HAVE YOU?!? Don't deny it. You're too concerned with that masked man and my master. My master, who I have faithfully served for all these years.
"Darius, please take care of this" "Darius, bring my pistols" Darius, Darius, Darius. IT'S ALL I EVER HEAR, I TELL YOU!
People think that my master is so important. I'm just as important as he is, and yet all I get to do is hand out pistols! I want adventure, too!
My master is always complaining about not getting into the movie. AT LEAST HE GOT MORE THEN TWO LINES IN THE WHOLE STUPID BOOK!
I am undervalued, mistreated, and used, but I will continue to serve my master faithfully, as always. He couldn't survive without me, really.
And now, friends, I must go. For I hear my master coming, and with him the call of "Darius".
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And there you have it. Please review, but no flames. They make Darius sad.