St. Phantom's Day
Erik was strolling through the Opera House one afternoon. Of course not in plain site, but in his backstage-secret tunnels. Rehearsal was canceled for today, so he thought maybe to terrorize the stage hands as they prepared the sets for opening night. Le Sigh would be premiering in 2 days, and so that non of the precious ballerina's feet, or heads of the actors would be hurt (by an "accident" of course) they were granted the day off. Erik didn't know what to think about this new Opera. It was "written" by one of the managers, of course he and the managers knew that it was actual written by Sera, a member of the Ballet, who left it lying around. A small smile crept his pale face, as a composer and writer he knew the satisfaction of having your work published and performed, but he also knew that Sera wold never be credited, so his "smile" quickly faded.
As he opened the door to his Box, a manaicle, devious smile replaced the old,'If it was good," he thought he would make certain she would get at least some credit. He closed the door, and took to his seat.
He enjoyed watching the sets being built, the costumes being sewed and designed, and the props being picked and sculpted, Of course it didn't come close to how much he loved performances-
and better yet-
creeping people out
or even more-
Christine
A sharp pain hit his chest as he thought of his angel, and what she did to him. In fact, he was so into his cloud of emotion and memory, he did not notice the door, as it silently creaked open, nor did he realize the other person who silently, crept about the room.
Then an even sharper pain pierced his arm- he yelped (in a completely non OOC way of course) and turned his head to face a very ecstatically happy Mdm. Giry.
"HA! You're not wearing green!"-
she shouted, and ran out of the box, her new green dress flaring out from beneath her as she fled for fear, ( i mean, he would totally punjab her if he wasn't still shocked beyond belief-and glued to his seat!) (A/N: hehe that rhymed!)
Erik, now out of his tripy cloud, stared in shock and confusion at the door in which Mdm. Giry- 'no, that couldn't be Mdm. Giry'- had fled but a few moments ago.
a few moments passed
then some more moments passed
and then a few more
Until the total moments that had passed, equaled to 3 minuets, and 27 seconds.
Erik stood up and proclaimed in his chandelier smashing voice-
"OF COURSE I'M NOT WEARING GREEN!"
silence
Erik- with a now slightly red face (he could even swore his masked had a reddish tint) power walked out of the box, but when he opened the door, he saw a million phan girls starring up at him.
Fin
(A/N: Happy St. Patrick's Day, i hope you enjoyed it, and don't forget about the 2 R's!