A/N: I did this before on another website and decided to it here too. I turned on my Ipod, put it on shuffle, and during that song I wrote a short drabble-like piece for a particular fandom. Some turned out better than others. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Andrew Lloyd Webber owns Phantom. If I did, I'd be a lot richer.
I'd Be Surprisingly Good For You from Evita
Erik watched Christine from the depths of the cellar through a small peephole. Her soft, beautiful voice was enough to wrap him into a world so different than the one he was in at the moment. A world where she would love him.
Even after he had taught her all he knew, he knew she didn't love him. Maybe she appreciated him, but the obsessive love he felt didn't poses her. He wished that maybe she could. Maybe after a few more weeks, she'd feel the same. Or maybe a few months, or a few years.
Or never.
But he couldn't let go of that hope. He knew he was best for her. No one else could show her as much affection as he could.
Animal by R.E.M.
So she loved that man. That Vicomte de Chagny.
Well, that was fine. What else did he expect? He was a monster, an animal. And the viscount? He was every women's dream; handsome, wealthy, and everything that Erik could never be.
He couldn't let that fool win so easily, though. He would have to come up with something cunning to lure her away from him. If his mind didn't work fast enough, he knew he would always be host to a lonely heart and that de Chagny would win the prize.
Why Can't the English? from My Fair Lady
Raoul and Christine stared at the man who had approached them. He looked like a foreigner, probably from England. It sounded like English that was flowing from his mouth, anyway.
Why can't the English learn to speak French? Raoul thought to himself. They come to Paris, yet that can't speak a word of the language.
Since both spoke not a word of English, they simple said, "Nous ne parlons pas francais, monsieur."
Close Every Door to Me from Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat
Raoul stared into Christine's eyes. Maybe this would be his last moment to ever see them. If she chose to go free from Erik, he wouldn't waste a moment to end Raoul's life.
Nothing could save either them, now. They could never be together unless Erik decided to suddenly show them a little mercy, and Raoul doubted such a thing would actually happen.
So he would just stare into her eyes this one last time before Erik decided to close the door on his life.
The Nightingale from HMS Pinafore
The days by the seashore. Rescuing her scarf from the vicious ocean. Telling stories to each other in the attic. Listen to her father's beautiful violin music. Yes, it was all coming back to Raoul. That beautiful singing: it was coming from Christine! Christine Daae! He couldn't believe that it was actually her down there. How she had changed! But she still managed to hold that charm that he always adored.
What A Wonderful World by Louis Armstrong
"Can you believe it's been a year?" Christine asked Raoul. They were both seated on a sofa in their living room, arms wrapped around each other. Neither forget the anniversary; not of their marriage, but of the day that they both escaped Erik's cruel grasp. Neither had been hurt like the disfigured man had threatened, and Raoul was still alive.
"It's still so terrifying . . . thinking about it," Raoul said.
"Then don't." She smiled up at him, trying to let the memories of her former lover escape from her mind. "Be grateful we have each other. It's all that matters now."
"You're right, Little Lotte. I love you, and you love me."
Prisoners of Love from The Producers
You can lock me down here, Erik thought to himself, sitting at his organ. I may be hidden from the world, but I still love her.
A disfigured man can still love. He can even love the most beautiful girl in the world. But that doesn't mean she'll return that love.
It was what Erik had to struggle with. After seeing her with the Vicomte after her performance Hannibal, he knew she was in love. They had been childhood sweethearts, and he could tell that it would evolve.
A disfigured man can love someone while locked in a cellar. You can't lock up his love. But such disabilities can lock him away from his love.
Over the Rainbow from The Wizard of Oz
"I know there's a place where we can love each other without his watchful eye on us," Raoul told Christine. They were both leaning against each other on the Opera's rooftop, still traumatized by the murder of Joseph Buquet.
"Where?" Christine asked. "I want to go there."
"That's the problem." He combed his fingers through her delicate hair. "I don't know where it is. But someday we'll find that place. I've had dreams of such a place."
"I wish we could go there."
Raoul let out a sigh. He could sense that Christine was close to tears from the sheer terror of the earlier events. "I do too."
You're Timeless to Me from Hairspray
"Are you certain that all the women in Paris are wearing this?" Christine asked, giving the dress that Raoul had bought her a skeptical look. It didn't look like any of the other dresses she owned. It looked tighter and a little shorter at the hemline.
"I'm certain," Raoul assured her. "I asked quite a few merchants to see exactly what was new and in fashion."
"I'll trust you." She lay the dress on the bed behind her. "But all these new fashions! One can't keep up with all of them!"
"Oh, don't worry about them." Raoul pulled Christine into a hug. "It doesn't matter what's in style and if you're wearing it or not. I'll still love you, Christine."
Finale from Dirty Rotten Scoundrels (A teensy bit out of character, but . . .)
"Raoul, did you cheat at all on that last game?" Christine asked her husband. He had just gotten together with some of his friends to play cards, and she could sense from his expression that he might not have completely played fair.
"No. Well, maybe just a little."
