Think of Me: What Should Have Happened
Christine: When you find (gasp) that (gasp) once again (gasp) you long…(waves hand annoyingly) Oh forget it, I'm getting pizza. (walks off stage).
Erik: Angel of music… wait!
(dramatic pause)
C: What?
E: Can you get me a small pepperoni?
C: Fine. (walks toward exit)
Managers: Miss Daae!
C: (turns around clearly very annoyed that these people are preventing her from getting pizza) Yes?
M: Can you get us a large plain with extra cheese?
C: Sure. (fingers are inches from doorknob).
Raoul: Darling!
C: WHAT!
R: (cowers in fear) May I have a cheese pizza with anchovies?
Audience: Anchovies?
E: (snickers)
R: Yeah…Mr. Snuggles loves anchovies.
A: (In disbelief) Mr. Snuggles?
E: (laughs hysterically)
R: No, I mean…. yum anchovies!
C: Whatever.
(Half and hour later, Christine, Erik, Raoul, and the managers were eating their pizza contently.)
Audience: We want pizza too!
(Reluctantly the group decided to share the pizza with the audience, the audience declared it the best gala in the history of the opera house, and everyone lived happily ever after. Except for Erik but that's another story)