**Well after a year of not writing any phanfic my muses decided to bless me
with inspiration. I'm not quite sure if that's a good thing or not. You
can be the judge of that. Anyway, here is my newest effort**
~~Disclaimer: Is this really necessary? ** My lawyer, "yes" ** Ok, here goes. I do not own Phantom of the Opera, Gerard Butler, or anyone with any importance what so ever. This idea isn't even mine, "I borrowed" it from MTV. They won't miss it. I don't even own myself, my cat does. YAY for my cat. ~~
Announcer: What happens when you put seven fictional characters from a cheesy gothic novel from the early 20th century-
Me: Did you just CHEESY????? **Steam comes out of my ears**
Announcer: **gulp**
Me: Wanna try that again? You'll be back working at Taco Bell if you keep this up.
Announcer: What happens when you put seven characters from the greatest gothic novel into one house? This is the story of seven Phantom of the Opera characters when they stop being fake and start being real.
Me: Good. Now list the characters.
Announcer: **under breath** please will some just kill me and get it over with?** Our characters are as follows.
**tape of all the characters introducing themselves**
Andre : Hello my name is Andre and I am a manager of the Paris Garnier.
Carlotta : My name is Le Carlotta and I am the reigning diva that ever lived.
Christine: My name is Christine Daae and I am a better singer that Carlotta, just don't her that.
Erik : **glowering** My name is Erik and I had better be getting a check with eight figures on it for this embarrassment .
Firmin: My name is Firmin and I run the Paris Garnier with Andre **makes kissy faces**
Meg: Hi, I'm Meg and when I get tired I get easy **makes suggestive looks into the camera**. ( I will be making fun most characters in this fic so please don't flame me for this. It's all good fun. I heard this line on SNL and I HAD to use it. (
Me : Ewwww.
Raoul: YAY!!!! Its my turn, I would like to give a shout out to my peeps on the west side of Paris, Charles, Pierre, Nicholas." ** the screen goes blank and you can hear loud noises, screen comes back on with a battered Raoul with blood coming from his nose and rope burns around his neck. ** My name is Viscount Raoul de Changy.
Announcer : Lets see if this hair brained scheme of the author actually makes it past the first chapter. Anyway, you dear readers like this idea please review with the review button at the bottom of the page. If you don't like this idea , which will mostly be the case, then review and let this wacko college student know so she'll stop polluting the fanfiction.net traffic lines with her stories.
Me: I really hate you, Announcer, **Cries** Meany :''(.
Please Review. (
~~ Author's Note, this was written at 2 am so I hope that explains everything about this story~~
~~Disclaimer: Is this really necessary? ** My lawyer, "yes" ** Ok, here goes. I do not own Phantom of the Opera, Gerard Butler, or anyone with any importance what so ever. This idea isn't even mine, "I borrowed" it from MTV. They won't miss it. I don't even own myself, my cat does. YAY for my cat. ~~
Announcer: What happens when you put seven fictional characters from a cheesy gothic novel from the early 20th century-
Me: Did you just CHEESY????? **Steam comes out of my ears**
Announcer: **gulp**
Me: Wanna try that again? You'll be back working at Taco Bell if you keep this up.
Announcer: What happens when you put seven characters from the greatest gothic novel into one house? This is the story of seven Phantom of the Opera characters when they stop being fake and start being real.
Me: Good. Now list the characters.
Announcer: **under breath** please will some just kill me and get it over with?** Our characters are as follows.
**tape of all the characters introducing themselves**
Andre : Hello my name is Andre and I am a manager of the Paris Garnier.
Carlotta : My name is Le Carlotta and I am the reigning diva that ever lived.
Christine: My name is Christine Daae and I am a better singer that Carlotta, just don't her that.
Erik : **glowering** My name is Erik and I had better be getting a check with eight figures on it for this embarrassment .
Firmin: My name is Firmin and I run the Paris Garnier with Andre **makes kissy faces**
Meg: Hi, I'm Meg and when I get tired I get easy **makes suggestive looks into the camera**. ( I will be making fun most characters in this fic so please don't flame me for this. It's all good fun. I heard this line on SNL and I HAD to use it. (
Me : Ewwww.
Raoul: YAY!!!! Its my turn, I would like to give a shout out to my peeps on the west side of Paris, Charles, Pierre, Nicholas." ** the screen goes blank and you can hear loud noises, screen comes back on with a battered Raoul with blood coming from his nose and rope burns around his neck. ** My name is Viscount Raoul de Changy.
Announcer : Lets see if this hair brained scheme of the author actually makes it past the first chapter. Anyway, you dear readers like this idea please review with the review button at the bottom of the page. If you don't like this idea , which will mostly be the case, then review and let this wacko college student know so she'll stop polluting the fanfiction.net traffic lines with her stories.
Me: I really hate you, Announcer, **Cries** Meany :''(.
Please Review. (
~~ Author's Note, this was written at 2 am so I hope that explains everything about this story~~