Author Notes: I am dangerous with pop-type music while reading poto related topics. This is probably not good for -any- character lover of poto...as...everyone is probably going to be bashed senseless. Oh...and I don't own a damn thing.*sigh* ...except myself. *Snicker* and the audience members/security guards own themselves....
The typical psycho teen phan girl walks out,in black,onto a stage in a hick town,she'd have picked a better spot if she COULD have.. ...but she couldn't drive. Brown hair was tied back into a pony tail so her blue eyes could somewhat see the scary looking southern people she'd been trapped with all her life. "Ugh.." She shuddered. WHY were these people gathered for something that'd be culturally..ok...so maybe -not- culturally enhancing. Someone was wearing a Justin Timberlake shirt..until it flew off and hit the stage. L.M twitched,threw the 3 inches of cloth back to the starved looking thing she guessed was female and sighed. When were the real Phans going to get here?
At last! 50 or so people,some of the more extremists in white dresses with brown curly wigs or black outfits with varying shades of masks stepped in and took their seats. They promptly scared the shit out of the backwoods rednecks,whom flee out the emergency exit.
L.M: Wonderful. Perfect entry. ...wow....I didn't know there were this many Phans here..*blink blink*
Random Phan 1: Some of us kinda got shipped in from other areas.
L.M:..Oh. Well...er...I'm sure....there's more than just ME..from...here...
Phans: *crickets can be heard chirping*
L.M: *exasperated sigh* No wonder I don't fit in here. OK. Since...we're all from...god knows where...hopefully everyone speaks english,because...if you don't..*pause*..well you have no idea what I'm saying anyway,do you? Oh well again. Our performers should be here any second at all. This is gonna be..flamilicious.
Erik,Raoul,Christine,Nadir,Ayesha,Meg,Madame Giry,Carlotta,and Piangi all appear on the tiny stage,looking somewhat between disturbed at being so close to one another and confused.
Erik: *looks around,suddenly realizing* Oh God no...
Christine: We're not...
Raoul: Pinwheel?
Nadir: Oh yes we are...
All,excluding Raoul: Another fanfic...*collective groan*
Erik: Why am I condemned to get stuck in these damn things over and over and over and-
L.M: -over again. Quit whining Erik,you sound like my bro. *blinks as she suddenly ducks a stainless steel trout thrown from the audience by one of the cloaked members*..eheh...whoops.*waves*HI!
Audience Member: *hunkers down and glares,grumbles a bit too*
L.M: he he..*turns back to gang on stage* ANYWAY! I haven't seen this..at least not in massive production. You're all going to be tortured with putting on pop songs of my choice..*glances out toward crowd and grins widely* And perhaps a few requests from my little friends...heh.
Ayesha: ...meow?
L.M: ...good point Ayesha. You can sing back up.
Erik: how the HELL did you learn to understand my cat?!
L.M: All Phans understand Ayesha,isn't that right?
Ayesha: *looks up at Erik and nods* meow.
Erik: *shudders* Phans..
Raoul: ooo!OOOOO!*bounces over to L.M and points towards a cd which has found it's way on stage* what's THAT?
L.M: ...the thickness of your brain? *walks over and picks up cd,which happens to have a note under it* What the hell? *reads note* It's..cindy...freaking..lauper...man. O...k....*glances out at crowd as a fairly sane looking person beside the stainless steel trout dude squirms a bit and tries to look innocent* ...I suppose this is for Girls Just Wanna Have Fun,yes?
Audience Member 2: *nods* yep.
L.M: *snickers,eyes the girls happily* okay hippie like person...
Audience Member 2: *lets out a shriek of joy...which,unfortunatly echos,gets a glare from Audience Member 1,whom she shoves,a small shoving battle ensues*
L.M: *sigh* Why can't they act their age? Let's see...I suppose I'll take requests in the form of people flinging cds at...*pauses,looks around*....Where's Buquet..the Managers...? My God! Where's Raoul!?
Erik: Does anyone care?
Raoul: *is cautiously examining the stairs* They go up AND down...amazing!
L.M: *glance at Raoul*....not really. Someone find Moncharmin,Andre,Firmin,Debienne,Poligny and that...Furry dude who's name I can't pronounce.
Christine: *smiles politely* Monseiur Lefevre?
L.M: *nods* Yes. Furry Dude. I intend on having all the managers in this.
Audience Member 1 & 2: *have gotten into a glaring fight by now,which ends in 2 shoving 1 off his chair*
L.M: *sees this and sighs* Scythe,Daniel...make them behave.
Scythe: Do we have to? They look so happy.
L.M: ...Luna. Naked.
Scythe: *twitches* Nevermind. *approaches the fight slowly* Hey,you two break it up.
Daniel: Luna...naked?
L.M: *glare* No Luna naked for you.
Daniel: *erks and runs after Scythe* Ok..ok stop.
L.M: now that that's taken care of..*turns back to the Phantom group* Go find the managers. *noone moves and just stares at the blue haired man* Hello? *noone moves still* QUIT STARING AT MY COUSIN DAMMIT!
Everyone: *jumps*
L.M: *smile* That's better. Now. Go.
Everyone: *rushes off*
A/n: Next time- The managers will be found! Songs will begin! YAYNESS!
The typical psycho teen phan girl walks out,in black,onto a stage in a hick town,she'd have picked a better spot if she COULD have.. ...but she couldn't drive. Brown hair was tied back into a pony tail so her blue eyes could somewhat see the scary looking southern people she'd been trapped with all her life. "Ugh.." She shuddered. WHY were these people gathered for something that'd be culturally..ok...so maybe -not- culturally enhancing. Someone was wearing a Justin Timberlake shirt..until it flew off and hit the stage. L.M twitched,threw the 3 inches of cloth back to the starved looking thing she guessed was female and sighed. When were the real Phans going to get here?
At last! 50 or so people,some of the more extremists in white dresses with brown curly wigs or black outfits with varying shades of masks stepped in and took their seats. They promptly scared the shit out of the backwoods rednecks,whom flee out the emergency exit.
L.M: Wonderful. Perfect entry. ...wow....I didn't know there were this many Phans here..*blink blink*
Random Phan 1: Some of us kinda got shipped in from other areas.
L.M:..Oh. Well...er...I'm sure....there's more than just ME..from...here...
Phans: *crickets can be heard chirping*
L.M: *exasperated sigh* No wonder I don't fit in here. OK. Since...we're all from...god knows where...hopefully everyone speaks english,because...if you don't..*pause*..well you have no idea what I'm saying anyway,do you? Oh well again. Our performers should be here any second at all. This is gonna be..flamilicious.
Erik,Raoul,Christine,Nadir,Ayesha,Meg,Madame Giry,Carlotta,and Piangi all appear on the tiny stage,looking somewhat between disturbed at being so close to one another and confused.
Erik: *looks around,suddenly realizing* Oh God no...
Christine: We're not...
Raoul: Pinwheel?
Nadir: Oh yes we are...
All,excluding Raoul: Another fanfic...*collective groan*
Erik: Why am I condemned to get stuck in these damn things over and over and over and-
L.M: -over again. Quit whining Erik,you sound like my bro. *blinks as she suddenly ducks a stainless steel trout thrown from the audience by one of the cloaked members*..eheh...whoops.*waves*HI!
Audience Member: *hunkers down and glares,grumbles a bit too*
L.M: he he..*turns back to gang on stage* ANYWAY! I haven't seen this..at least not in massive production. You're all going to be tortured with putting on pop songs of my choice..*glances out toward crowd and grins widely* And perhaps a few requests from my little friends...heh.
Ayesha: ...meow?
L.M: ...good point Ayesha. You can sing back up.
Erik: how the HELL did you learn to understand my cat?!
L.M: All Phans understand Ayesha,isn't that right?
Ayesha: *looks up at Erik and nods* meow.
Erik: *shudders* Phans..
Raoul: ooo!OOOOO!*bounces over to L.M and points towards a cd which has found it's way on stage* what's THAT?
L.M: ...the thickness of your brain? *walks over and picks up cd,which happens to have a note under it* What the hell? *reads note* It's..cindy...freaking..lauper...man. O...k....*glances out at crowd as a fairly sane looking person beside the stainless steel trout dude squirms a bit and tries to look innocent* ...I suppose this is for Girls Just Wanna Have Fun,yes?
Audience Member 2: *nods* yep.
L.M: *snickers,eyes the girls happily* okay hippie like person...
Audience Member 2: *lets out a shriek of joy...which,unfortunatly echos,gets a glare from Audience Member 1,whom she shoves,a small shoving battle ensues*
L.M: *sigh* Why can't they act their age? Let's see...I suppose I'll take requests in the form of people flinging cds at...*pauses,looks around*....Where's Buquet..the Managers...? My God! Where's Raoul!?
Erik: Does anyone care?
Raoul: *is cautiously examining the stairs* They go up AND down...amazing!
L.M: *glance at Raoul*....not really. Someone find Moncharmin,Andre,Firmin,Debienne,Poligny and that...Furry dude who's name I can't pronounce.
Christine: *smiles politely* Monseiur Lefevre?
L.M: *nods* Yes. Furry Dude. I intend on having all the managers in this.
Audience Member 1 & 2: *have gotten into a glaring fight by now,which ends in 2 shoving 1 off his chair*
L.M: *sees this and sighs* Scythe,Daniel...make them behave.
Scythe: Do we have to? They look so happy.
L.M: ...Luna. Naked.
Scythe: *twitches* Nevermind. *approaches the fight slowly* Hey,you two break it up.
Daniel: Luna...naked?
L.M: *glare* No Luna naked for you.
Daniel: *erks and runs after Scythe* Ok..ok stop.
L.M: now that that's taken care of..*turns back to the Phantom group* Go find the managers. *noone moves and just stares at the blue haired man* Hello? *noone moves still* QUIT STARING AT MY COUSIN DAMMIT!
Everyone: *jumps*
L.M: *smile* That's better. Now. Go.
Everyone: *rushes off*
A/n: Next time- The managers will be found! Songs will begin! YAYNESS!