Slightly-Angsty Spirit that Abides in the Choir Room (C-11)

I know the whole 'falls into a story thing' is very old, but I love messing with them. :)

Christine andRaoul professed their love, unaware that someone was watching. And that they would soon be interrupted by someones.

"I still think Phantom of the Opera is the ultimate job," declared the interrupting voice.

"Wearing a mask and angsting in the basement of somewhere that they sing in high-pitched voices until the wee hours of the morning is your dream job?" the other voice responded incredulously.

"No, wearing a mask, never paying taxes, conning the idiotic owners of the opera house out of their money, composing angsty music, and scaring the high-pitched singers out of their shallow little minds is what makes it the ultimate job."

Christine had begun to grow slightly wary of these voices. She had issues with voices before. Raoul was too busy staring at her like a foppish love-sick puppy to care. The mysterious voice was too busy being disgruntled, maniacal, and depressed to care, thank-you very much.

"I see. But, there can only be one Phantom of the Opera. You don't want to look like a poser. He could also have copyrighted the title."

The voice seemed to mull over this for a moment. "Fine, I will be the Slightly-Angsty Spirit that Abides in the Choir Room (C-11)."

"And that just rolls off the tongue."

The door to the room/balcony/whatever it was where Raoul, Christine, and the rather mysterious person was opened, startling all but the last, who was too depressed and disgruntled to be surprised. At best he was slightly perturbed. The mysterious strangers went into the room revealing themselves to be none other than the great, mysterious, incomprehensibly original…pair of thirteen-year-olds, who continued to talk as if nothing had happened.

"Love triangles annoy me, though I am writing one. Of course, they all die in the next chapter."

"I thought you hated killing off characters."

"I do. They're coming back in the chapter after that, but one of them as a monkey. Boom, no more love triangle."

"And how much sugar had you eaten when you came-up with this?"

"Erm…a lot."

Raoul suddenly decided to speak-up. "Ehem, excuse me."

"You're excused."

Raoul was flabbergasted. "Do you not know who I am?"

The girl that had professed her interest in becoming the Phantom of the Opera (here-on known as GTPHIIBTPOTO) lifted an eyebrow. "The muffin man?"

Raoul puffed himself up like a deranged blowfish. "I am the Viscount Raoul."

The girls burst into laughter. GTPHIIBTPOTO snickered. "Yep, and I'm the Wicked Witch of the West, and this is my friend the bloody Queen of England." The girl referred to as the bloody Queen of England (GRATBQOE) rolled her eyes.

"But…"

"We're not stupid. Raoul's a character in the Phantom of the Opera. A rather foppish and annoying one actually."

"It was a very bad April Fools Day joke."

"But it isn't April and I am the Viscount!"

"Just give it up already, will ya?" muttered GRATBQOE.

The Phantom of the Opera enjoyed the Raoul bashing immensely, but he had things to do, like plot the fop's timely demise. He walked out of the shadows. Christine nearly had a heart-attack and Raoul ruined his silken undies. The girls, however, were strangely unperturbed.

"That's a whoop-ass mask, where'd ya get it?" questioned GTPHIIBTPOTO.

The Master of Trapdoors pulled out is Punjab lasso.

"Wow, where'd you get THAT? I've been looking for one since the movie came-out, but no one seems to want to sell me one..."

"Shocking," drawled GRATBQOE.

"Hey! I have a perfectly clean record!"

"Except for the noodle incident."

"You can't prove I did that!"

"Maybe not, but every one knows you did it."

"Everyone blames me, which is so typical."

"SILENCE!" boomed the Phantom.

"Wow, you have really good baritone range."

"Of course, I am the Phantom."

"That's not even feasible. How could someone with a voice that low teach her to get into the upper registers?"

The Phantom was becoming extremely irritated. "Is this proof enough for you?" He took off his mask.

"Ya know, the rash would get better if you didn't keep the mask on it. The mask's probably just irritating it."

"And how do suggest I fix it?"

The girls looked at each other. "You put the lime in the coconut and drink them both together. Put the lime in coconut and then you feel better." They continued so sing the non-senseical song until they disappeared.

Christine had a thought (GASP!). "I have found my true calling! I must become a womens' rights activist in Halfabrainastan! To the ditz-mobile, away!"

Raoul and Erik stared at each other for a minute.

"What. The. Hell."

Hehehe, that was fun. I'm sorry the ending so 'different'. I couldn't think of anything else. Have a Happy Day of April Foolishness!