THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA
A PHANTOM CHRISTMAS (Despite being written in August)
Gentle flakes of snow floated down, elegantly placing themselves on the ground without a sound. Slowly, the young ballet dancers of the Opera Populaire emerged from the shadows of the building, and out in to the beautiful winter wonderland (EW!). Soon, the staff were outside, then the opera singers, and soon, even Christine Daaé and Raoul, Victome de Changy I might add, were out enjoying the snow, as were the manager's, Firmin and Andre. Soon the entire Opera were outside, singing and dancing in the open air!
(The entire cast are outside, singing and dancing, prancing around like idiots, especially Raoul, who has fallen over with Christine (ACK!) Soon, a dance begins, which Raoul and Christine are prominent in. For someone reason Christine seems distant from Raoul.
CHRISTINE: Oh Raoul, I am enjoying this. Really I am! Being here with you I love it! But I cant help but think . . .
RAOUL: Think what my angel?
(Christine snarls)
CHRISTINE: I keep telling you! Don't call me that! I still have feelings for Erik . . .
(Raoul sighs, and twirls Christine in to a slow dance)
RAOUL: Oh . . . that Phantom chap. Total lack of style. I mean, a cape? Persian robes?
CHRISTINE (Worried): Please Raoul! He can hear you anywhere you go.
RAOUL: Well, on to other subjects. What of Christmas dinner? I trust you will be with mother and father this year?
(Christine shuffles her feet nervously)
CHRISTINE: Well actually-
RAOUL: Oh please! Your not going to that weirdo's dungeon for dinner are you?
(Christine ignores Raoul, and walks forward and sings to the tune of Angel of Music)
CHRISTINE: Angel of Music, Guide and lover, Angel of mine, free me, Angel of Music, I'll make dinner, Turkey or beef, you choose . . .
(Raoul steps forward to Christine)
RAOUL: Please dear Christine I implore you, Have Christmas dinner with me, Not with that freakish masked monster, But with my parents, aaaand meeee!
CHRISTINE: Angel of Music, help me save me! He only wants me, for sex! Angel of Music, I may love him, But I need you here, with me . . .
* * *
Erik stood alone in the shadows, dressed in his usual cape. He had heard every word that was exchanged between Raoul and Christine. He sighed. "I may of tried to hang him, but I tried to say sorry. Maybe he's just another one." Or maybe . . ." He turned to his board, where a painting of Raoul hung. He threw a dart in it, a perfect shot in fact, right in the eye. "Maybe I was bound to hate him." Before Erik could talk anymore, there was a sound. Christine was knocking at the mirror again. He yawned, and got off the throne and headed towards the boat.
A PHANTOM CHRISTMAS (Despite being written in August)
Gentle flakes of snow floated down, elegantly placing themselves on the ground without a sound. Slowly, the young ballet dancers of the Opera Populaire emerged from the shadows of the building, and out in to the beautiful winter wonderland (EW!). Soon, the staff were outside, then the opera singers, and soon, even Christine Daaé and Raoul, Victome de Changy I might add, were out enjoying the snow, as were the manager's, Firmin and Andre. Soon the entire Opera were outside, singing and dancing in the open air!
(The entire cast are outside, singing and dancing, prancing around like idiots, especially Raoul, who has fallen over with Christine (ACK!) Soon, a dance begins, which Raoul and Christine are prominent in. For someone reason Christine seems distant from Raoul.
CHRISTINE: Oh Raoul, I am enjoying this. Really I am! Being here with you I love it! But I cant help but think . . .
RAOUL: Think what my angel?
(Christine snarls)
CHRISTINE: I keep telling you! Don't call me that! I still have feelings for Erik . . .
(Raoul sighs, and twirls Christine in to a slow dance)
RAOUL: Oh . . . that Phantom chap. Total lack of style. I mean, a cape? Persian robes?
CHRISTINE (Worried): Please Raoul! He can hear you anywhere you go.
RAOUL: Well, on to other subjects. What of Christmas dinner? I trust you will be with mother and father this year?
(Christine shuffles her feet nervously)
CHRISTINE: Well actually-
RAOUL: Oh please! Your not going to that weirdo's dungeon for dinner are you?
(Christine ignores Raoul, and walks forward and sings to the tune of Angel of Music)
CHRISTINE: Angel of Music, Guide and lover, Angel of mine, free me, Angel of Music, I'll make dinner, Turkey or beef, you choose . . .
(Raoul steps forward to Christine)
RAOUL: Please dear Christine I implore you, Have Christmas dinner with me, Not with that freakish masked monster, But with my parents, aaaand meeee!
CHRISTINE: Angel of Music, help me save me! He only wants me, for sex! Angel of Music, I may love him, But I need you here, with me . . .
* * *
Erik stood alone in the shadows, dressed in his usual cape. He had heard every word that was exchanged between Raoul and Christine. He sighed. "I may of tried to hang him, but I tried to say sorry. Maybe he's just another one." Or maybe . . ." He turned to his board, where a painting of Raoul hung. He threw a dart in it, a perfect shot in fact, right in the eye. "Maybe I was bound to hate him." Before Erik could talk anymore, there was a sound. Christine was knocking at the mirror again. He yawned, and got off the throne and headed towards the boat.