Flying: Hey guys :) this is my first story so I hope u like it
Edward: Why am I here and why am I the stalker?
Flying: Cuz u are! Haven't u noticed that every night you watch Bella sleep? Ur such a creeper! Alice! Take him out!
Alice (comes in and shoots him with a sleep dart)
Flying: Alice tank u so very much XD
Alice: (drags Edward to the mental hospital)
Jacob: (comes in eating RAW meat) Flying does not own Twilight, The Phantom of the Opera, Sweeney Todd, or any of references. All she owns is… NOTHING
Flying: Ur so mean Jakie! (crying in despair) I'll never own anything!
Jake: (drags Flying out if the room)
HOPE YOU ENJOY THE STORY :)
A long, long, time ago, back in 18-something-8, there was a girl who lived in the opera house on Fleet Street. She loved meat pies and would go to Mrs. Lovett's Meat Pies, where Mrs. Lovett and Sweeney Todd lived, but that is a story for another day. Her name was Bella and she was a ballet dancer, but she tripped and fell all the time. She would have been out of the job forever ago if the opera house hadn't been short on money and crew. She was very pale with brown hair and eyes. She was very plain and boring, it is a wonder that so many boys fell in love with her.
It all started some day in May when they where practicing some opera with elephants and kings. Of course, Rosalie, who always wanted that spotlight, was in the lead. She was playing the queen who was crazy and bloodthirsty, but very stupid. Her husband, Emmett, played the king. Trying to get Emmett on the elephant was a tall, lanky, young man, named Jasper. He had been in the business for only a few months, but he was a fast learner. Then Bella, whose feet were trapped in chains that were attached to the other ballerinas, tripped and fell bringing the other ballerinas with her. The falling ballerinas fell on all of the other people on stage. Tragically, one of them crashed into Jasper, who dropped Emmett, who then fell on Jasper. With mysterious music, played by the orchestra, one of the backgrounds held up from the ceiling, fell on Rosalie.
Being Rosalie, she threw a hissy fit, yelling, screaming, and scratching. The PHANTOM OF THE OPERA, nicknamed Edward by the cast and crew had caused the background to fall. It seemed things could not get any worse, but one of the crewmembers said, "Thing can't get any worse."
He had set the taboo. The owner of the place, Carlisle, came in with two other men. Carlisle, exclaimed, "Good news everyone! I have money in my pockets! Filled to the top! Especially my butt ones!"
Everyone became excited and started cheering until, "But it's only for Madame Esme and me, myself, and I."
All the cast and crew became silent except for Madame Esme, who was the teacher of the ballet dancers, who yelled, "Thanks honey, I've always wanted to blow this joint! We're not taking Alice with us, are we? 'Cause I want us to spend some quality time together without that brat."
Alice, their daughter, ballerina, and best friend of Bella, said, "Mother! How could you call me a brat? I've been so good to you guys. I want to leave too. I can't stand how somebody messes me up…"
Bella, who was currently oblivious to the conversation taking place, was staring at the ceiling picking her nose. She picked out a booger and sniffed it. When she thought that everyone was not looking, she ate it. What she did not notice was that everyone was watching.
"No offense Bella. Scratch that, take lots of offense to it. You're a creeper. Take me with you, oh please, OH PLEASE, OH PLEASE!"
"Never," Carlisle replied. "Anyways, the other good news, which is, I've sold the opera house to get the money for my vacation."
"WHAT?" all the cast and crew exclaimed.
"And I have sold it to these, two, fine gentlemen. Also we have a new patron, which means money! The two gentlemen are Monsieur Quil and Monsieur Embry, with their new patron Henry Jacob Black."
"But you can just call me Jake," a handsome, young man said. Every female swooned at the sight of him except for Bella, Alice, Rosalie, and Madame Esme.
"Well, Madame Esme come with me. See ya! Wouldn't want to be ya!" Carlisle called while he and Madame Esme ran for it, leaving Monsieur Quil and Monsieur Embry to deal with Rosalie. Her anger had been bubbling up because she was still stuck under the background. Nobody had been paying any attention to her.
After somebody helped her get up she screamed, "That's it! I'm leaving! I'll see you guys later, NOT!" She left the stage with Emmett trailing close behind.
"What do we do?" Embry asked Quil.
"Grovel," Quil replied.
They ran after her begging for her to come back, but she did not. When they were gone, everyone stood in groups gossiping about Rosalie for the millionth time.
"Well…since everyone is busy doing something, I'm leaving to do my hair for tonight," Jake said before running home.
"OMG! Alice that was my childhood crush," Bella yelled in Alice's ear. While Alice was rubbing her ear Bella continued, "We would always play together in the sandbox and we went fishing with our dads. He was my BFF. Let's chase after him."
Alice replied, "All right, since I don't have anything else to do."
"Hey, Jake! Don't you remember me? It's Bella! Do you remember my father, the famous violinist Charlie Swan?" Bella yelled, chasing after Jake.
"Who are you? I've never seen you before in my life. Go away you freak," Jake said before running even faster.
"NO! He hates me!"
"Let's take you home," Alice told Bella after seeing the whole scene.
They went back home to find Quil and Embry depressed. They were facing a corner, sitting with their knees pulled up to their chests.
"Where's the understudy?" Quil asked the orchestra conductor.
"There is no understudy", the orchestra conductor nicknamed Bob, for he had no name, replied.
"I can take Rosalie's place and sing," Bella told Quil and Embry proudly.
All the cast and crew groaned.
"No, not again!" Alice said.
Since Bella was oblivious to insults on her singing, she began to sing in a raspy, horrible voice, "Think of me…"
"Alright you'll do," Quil and Embry said in unison.
Flying: oooooooh I wonder what will happen next!
Edward: You KNOW what will happen next. You WROTE it!
Flying: Gah! When did they let you out of the mental hospital?
Edward: They didn't! (laughs evilly) I shall now kill you!
Flying: Hurry guys! You need to review otherwise Edweird (Haha Edweird) shall kill me! REVIEW!
Edward: (Drags Flying to his not-so-secret dungeon of DOOM!
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