"So," the girl said awkwardly. "You're…uh…the janitor, right?" Erik frowned at the lovely young dancer.
"Actually I'm one of the vocal coaches," he replied, reveling a little when she blushed and apologized profusely.
"So, so sorry," she finished after much contrition. "I'm new here, and I didn't expect anyone to be around at night."
"'S cool," Erik replied, shrugging. "I'm usually the only one around." Feeling slightly self-conscious, he reached up to his face. He stopped himself immediately. After years of cosmetic surgery, he was finally fit to go out amongst normal society. Sadly, years of being shunned had left him antisocial and unable to join said aforementioned society.
"I've always wanted to be an opera singer," the girl said eagerly. "My dad played the violin, and I've been dancing since, like, forever…but I've always wanted to do opera." Erik sighed, rolling his eyes.
"Let me guess," he growled. "You couldn't get on American Idol, so now you're coming to me."
"American Idol is for preppy posers," she shot back. "I seriously want to do opera."
"One doesn't do opera," Erik insisted. "One studies it, one practices it, one lives it." The girl frowned.
"I could totally do that," she muttered seriously. Then, finally tiring of the joke, Erik spoke again.
"You know, I'm totally just kidding," he sighed. "I'm the janitor. If you're looking for voice lessons, come back at six and go to the second floor. What kind of idiot are you?" Chuckling, he moved on into the maze of the theatre. "People are stupid," he muttered, thinking about his computer at home. He'd recently gotten an email from Throlldor5522 asking him if he wanted to battle the Night Elves in the Eastern Marshes. "World of Warcraft kicks ass," he muttered, locking up for the night.