Hey guys, it's Selena. I know I should be working on my other stories (hello, year-long break), but I wrote this as a Christmas present to a friend, and I just couldn't resist posting it. It may be a oneshot and it may not, I don't know yet. All I can say is that said friend had better not find this, or I will not be a happy camper. Anyways. Enjoy, and don't forget to review!
P.S. Hapa is a term that refers to people who are half Asian and half white. Said friend only believes that Hapa guys are cute even though her boyfriend is white. This had to change for the sake of the story. I also try to avoid cursing when possible, but that just doesn't fit the character. Oops, I'm rambling again. Sorry.
Nicole sat in the dressing room she had been given after replacing Carlotta Giudicelli as Elissa in Hannibal that night. It had been a surprisingly good performance, and to top it all off, she had been reunited with Raoul, who was as hot as ever, even if he wasn't Hapa. Unfortunately, he wanted her to come to dinner, which would have been fine if it weren't for the so-called "Angel of Music." Lately, he had been getting even weirder, and while Nicole wasn't one to pass up a free lesson, she was getting to that point. Especially with those flowers he kept leaving…
Nicole stretched her arms back and yawned. Screw it. She would go to dinner with Raoul. Why she change her lifestyle for some wacky creeper she had never even seen? With that, she stood to leave the room. Suddenly, though, her candle blew out. Nicole frowned. Huh. That was weird. Then…
"Insolent boy! This slave of fashion basking in your glory! Ignorant fool! This brave young suitor sharing in my triumph!"
"Huh?" Nicole looked around. There was no one there. "Where are you?"
"Flattering child, you shall know me, see why in shadow I hide! Look at your face in the mirror - I am there inside!"
Nicole shook her head. She didn't remember flattering anyone, much less someone she couldn't see. But she looked over at the mirror anyway, where a shadowy masked figure stood, his hand held out to her. She gasped.
"OH MY F**KING GOD, HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN THERE?! DID YOU SEE ME NAKED?! I BET YOU DID, DIDN'T YOU!? YOU F**KING PERVERT!!!!!!!!"
The figure in the mirror paused, looking rather alarmed. "You know, I didn't picture things going this way."
"YEAH? WELL HOW THE HE** DID YOU EXPECT THINGS TO GO????!!!!!"
"Well, I expected you to be put into a trance by my mysterious entrance, so much so that you would come with me into my lair, where I would perform the next of my specially written songs for you."
"YOU DIDN'T EXPECT ME TO GO BALLISTIC BECAUSE THERE'S A F**KING PERVERT STALKER IN MY DRESSING ROOM?!"
The figure shook his head. "Not really. See, it doesn't happen like that on Broadway."
Nicole grabbed a heavy candlestick from the table that was currently covered in flowers. "WELL, DO YOU DO THIS ON BROADWAY?!!" With that, she slammed the candlestick into the mirror again and again. Glass fragments flew everywhere. Finally, Nicole stopped to survey her handiwork. The masked man was gone. Unfortunately, so was the mirror. Nicole sighed. "Well, this'll be a good one to explain to the managers."
And- fin. I hope you guys liked it.
You know you're in band when you complain the ESPN should have Drum Corps competitions broadcasted (they should!!).