A/N: Alrighty… this is sort of like a follow-up to my other story "Harry Potter: A Hot New Musical!" but only this is LOST… as I'm sure you've noticed. So basically this is what's going down. I'm going to start from Season 1 and work my way through the show but it may or may not actually follow the real plot. I think it will at least follow the BASIC storyline but I can't promise about specifics. As I go through the story I will be picking two songs per chapter from a musical or musical movie (so something from Moulin Rouge! or Disney would still count if I think it will work) and apply it to the storyline. I had promised this to Hersheygal a while back and am finally making good on my promise.

So don't worry if you're not familiar with musicals… I don't think you necessarily have to be to follow this. At least… I hope not. So please go ahead and give this a shot and I promise… there will be a little twist to make this different from all the other LOST musicals (if there are any… hm…).

This is kind of like a prologue so there won't be any actual musical numbers yet but I'll post a chapter right after this one with the first opening numbers.

Was this Author's Note long enough?? xD

Disclaimer: I don't own LOST

LOST on an Island of Music

Guys… where are we?

A large commercial airplane was gliding through the air effortlessly and was carrying its occupants with efficiency. It was a typical sort of day. The sky was a brilliant blue, the clouds were few, and the day was only moderately warm. Perfect flying conditions.

The people inside the plane were also incredibly comfortable as they sipped from small plastic cups or snacked on peanuts. They were flying from Australia to California and the plane was, as was typical, silent.

The young woman intrigued most because of the handcuffs around her wrists and what appeared to be an officer sitting next to her. She looked angry and confined while the man looked simply smug. To be honest, the thought of having a convict sitting in the same plane as them unsettled those close enough to see her and they made as little eye contact as possible.

But she was not the only who stood out from the crowd though the others did for a different reason. They didn't know it yet but they were about to be put through one of the most grueling experiences of their lifetimes. These people included a sad looking doctor, a hefty man, a dirty blonde with a scowl on his face, a Korean couple, a pregnant woman, a druggie, an old man in a wheel chair, a father and his son, two siblings, an Iraqi, and various others which included the pilot.

But for now they were flying through the air peacefully and relaxed. But even this was cut short when their plane jerked painfully, causing general alarm to spread through the plane. There was another jerk and this one was much harder and more violent than the first and people began to buckle their seatbelts.

"We're just hitting some turbulence, there's no need for nervousness," a cool female voice lied quickly but her voice soothed those on the plane. Unfortunately, when the plane began to plunge the fear was spreading throughout the plane once more and some even began to scream. Others were too paralyzed with fear to scream.

And then the plane began to fall… but it felt almost like it was being ripped apart. Now the entire plane was screaming… both the occupants and the engine.

But to some of the people's amazement the scene seemed to almost fade away and the plane melted. Most thought that this was because they were dead. But this was not so because soon the world was silent and it seemed as if they were in some sort of dark area. It was quiet.

The plane was scattered around them and many had fallen out and were sprawled about on some sort of wooden surface.

The sad doctor's eyes snapped open and beheld a strange sight. A small white envelope with intricate writing on the front was floating down towards him. He watched in amazement as it fluttered slowly down until it settled on his chest. The doctor stared at it in shock… his mind racing to understand everything that had just happened before tenderly lifting it off of him. He then sat up straight and stared at the letter. There was no name on the front or an address.

Several other people had regained consciousness as well and were now staring at the doctor curiously.

"Where are we?" several people were asking each other but most were silent or nursing injuries. The doctor continued to stare at the envelope.

"What does it say?" said the beautiful brunette next to him whose wrists seemed to have faint circle marks around them. It was almost as if she'd been wearing bracelets on them for too long. The doctor slowly began to open the envelope and unfolded the paper that had been sealed inside.

Then he began to read it out loud.

To Whom It May Concern:

Welcome to my theater! You are probably wondering where you are and what just happened. Well I had tried to summon you all here but unfortunately it brought the plane along with you. For that scare, I apologize. I think some may have been lost on the way but don not concern yourselves with them. Just listen to what I have to tell you. I have selected you to put on a musical. Before you there were young British children who happened to go to a certain school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Now it is your turn. You are all to get on the stage and perform. Do not try and fight the song that will be growing inside of you. It is futile for the sound will come out whether you want it to or not. Be prepared for all to know your secret thoughts for they will be expressed through some of the hit musical numbers from today's greatest musicals. There is a catch however… those who are not supposed to know something that is expressed on the stage will not be able to hear it. So this play will demonstrate what your lives would have been like had you crashed like you were supposed to on a deserted island.

So take care and have fun! Now that the musical has begun there is no escaping its fate. There will be an audience waiting for you in twenty minute's time. I expect you all to become acquainted by this time and accept your fate. So until the curtain rises!

Your Director/Composer/Conductor:

O.G.

Or

Phantom of the Opera

Or

Angel of Music

Or

Erik

Whatever works easiest for you.

"The Phantom of the Opera?" the dirty blonde snapped with his Southern twang and narrowed his eyes.

"You know him?" the doctor asked wearily. The blonde seemed to think about answering or not before finally replying.

"There's a play about him. Saw it as a kid," he retorted gruffly. "And if I remember he didn't like his orders to be ignored. Bad things would happen." The doctor rolled his eyes a little and looked at the blonde skeptically.

"And you expect me to believe that a psychotic character from a play has summoned us to some theater to put on some musical for him?" the doctor asked with a small laugh hiding in his voice.

"You got a better theory?" the blonde snapped crankily and everyone could tell that these two would never get along.

"Well whatever's going on," the brunette cut in, "We do need to learn each other's names. I'm Kate." Everyone else (who had unknowingly formed a circle) murmured in agreement and soon everyone was repeating his or her names to the group.

"I'm Claire," the pregnant woman introduced herself in an Australian accent.

"Charlie," the British man said with a little smile.

"Hurley," the good-natured large man with what appeared to be an Afro introduced himself and gave a little wave. "Nice to meet you dudes." The group laughed.

"I'm Shannon and this is Boone," an attractive blonde said and jabbed her thumb at what appeared to be her dark haired brother. "Boone thinks he can save the world but he's too lazy."

"I'm not the lazy one," Boone argued with an annoyed scowl.

"Sun," said a Korean woman who appeared to not speak English fluently. "Jin," she said with an affectionate nod towards her husband.

"My name's John Locke," the old man said as he sat cross-legged on the floor. "And it's a pleasure to meet you all."

"I'm Michael and this is my son Walt," the dark skinned man said and laid a hand on his son's shoulder affectionately. "And this here is our dog Vincent." It was just then that everyone noticed that there was a yellow lab lying next to Walt. How he survived the crash was a mystery to everyone.

"Sayid," the Iraqi murmured in his quiet voice.

"Rose," said a beautiful dark older woman in a calm and mellow tone. Something in her eyes seemed distressed though. "I'm looking for my husband, Bernard." This made things a little more awkward.

The circle had come back to the dirty blonde now and he remained expressionless as he stated his name.

"Sawyer," he drawled and no one was surprised. Someone with that heavy of a Southern accent just HAD to have a name like Sawyer.

"Jack Shepherd," the sad doctor said, finishing the circle. Now that everyone knew each other's names it was easier to look at each other. For some reason, not knowing names had formed a bit of a block between all of them. That block had now disappeared.

"So what now?" Kate asked and everyone shifted nervously. "It's a little hard to believe that this is all really happening." And for reasons unknown all eyes (except for Sawyer's) turned to Jack. Maybe it was because he was a doctor and everyone just automatically expected him to take care of them. Who knows? Jack seemed not to notice though as he was thinking too hard.

"If what the letter says is true… then we'll just know what to do. If it's wrong then maybe we can find a way out of here." Everyone seemed to think this was a reasonable answer and all voiced their agreement.

"How much longer have we got left?" Charlie asked. Jack looked down at his watch, which had amazingly survived the crash, and mentally counted the minutes that they had spent introducing themselves.

"About ten or fifteen minutes," he replied. Charlie grunted in annoyance, apparently he didn't like waiting, but settled back into silence.

The silence then continued to stretch until the young pregnant woman spoke up.

"What if we're all really dead?" she asked fearfully and rubbed her bulging stomach in concern. "Could this be some sort of twisted state of limbo?" Apparently she had been the only one to think of this because people began to whisper to each other fearfully.

"I don't think so," Kate assured and everyone quieted down to listen. "I don't think any sort of limbo would be THIS weird." This seemed to satisfy some people but some still whispered to each other.

And then suddenly noise could be heard from behind the large black curtain that the survivors were facing. It sounded like people were filing into seats and shuffling through programs… they were noises that made the group fearful.

"The twenty minutes are almost up," Jack muttered and everyone stared at the curtain as if they were afraid to find out what was behind it.

"This can't be happening," Shannon whispered and her brother put a hand on her shoulder.

"Trippy," Hurley muttered and shook his head.

And then at the same moment all of the survivors felt something pulling at their legs and something seemed to be pushing through their throats. All of them panicked and alternated between gripping their legs and clawing at their throats… wondering what on earth was going on. And then as one unit their legs lifted them up of their own accord and walked them over to the stage though their owners cried out in fear and surprise. It seemed that the letter was right… there was no way they were getting out of this.

Once on the stage, they saw that the curtain was still drawn and hiding them from the audience's view. They could hear the orchestra pit burst into life though and entertain the audience while they waited for the show to begin.

Then, as one unit, they all formed a straight line down the stage. Once there their feet remained rooted to the spot and the strange tingling sensation ran up and down their throats but increased in intensity. Then, as the orchestra began to build, suggesting that the show was about to begin, it felt as if there was something trying to burst from somewhere deep inside the survivor's chests and through their mouths. They didn't even dare look at each other. They were too afraid.

From behind the curtain they could hear people chattering happily.

"I hear this is supposed to be even better than the Potter one!" a female voice gushed and her companion made a noise of agreement.

"He's such a musical genius… I really hope he lives up to his potential," a male voice responded and they continued to banter and talk animatedly to each other.

And then the curtain was rising as the lights in the audience dimmed and a beautiful piano intro began to play.

And so it begins…

A/N: So that's the first chapter… hopefully it's enjoyable so far!! I'll put a chapter up right after this one with the opening numbers. Please tell me what you think and if you think I should continue or not. Thanks!