Le ballet moderne d'un fantôme qui ne peut pas danser
A/N:Okay people, I put the title in French so it would look fancy...I don't speak French.
Chapter One:
"DAMNEZ-L'AUX ENTRAILLES DE STINKY DE L'ENFER !"
There I went again, with those random French outbursts. This one however was not without good reason. After composing my life's work, and living a pretty good life as a bachelor, I had decided to settle down. To any normal man, settling down would probably mean something like 'buying a nice cozy house with a good view, then proceed to live out the remainder of my existence spending every day with my wife and children'. But, to a disfigured musical genius who had only found love once in his lifetime, settling down meant going easy on the composing, and getting a good hobby. I had decided this morning that my hobby would be choreographing ballets. Since my health wouldn't allow for me to compose any more heart-wrenching music, why not get a good workout and start my own ballet video? I had seen enough hip, cool moves in my existence in the opera, and from watching MTV, so I had all the experience that I needed! It would be easy…or so I thought.