A few weeks had passed since Christine had gotten her beloved, Charcoal. "So, Christine, you sure there isn't anything you're forgetting?"Erik pestered her.
"Nope, not that I can recall." She said looking in a broken mirror brushing her long chestnut colored hair. The ringlets popping up and down as she brushed.
"Alright," he sighed "I'd just wish you were happier."
"Well, I'd be happier if I had my own play." Christine smiled to herself.
"I've written you one, Daune Juan!?"
"I''d like something a little more colorful, animated, yet classy and sleek."
"How is that even possible?"
"I WANT IT, ERIK!"
"Fine, Is hall begin the writing tonight."
A few weeks later as Christine was teaching Charcoal how to roll over, and she had begun sewing a new dress for herself. Erik walked in showing her a new script. She was very pleased he'd finished so soon, so she hastily began reading. The plot was well, and the character unique. "It's missing something!"
"What?! I'd just written all the sheet music, designed the outfits and everything!"
"Why doe Where's young beautiful enchantress end up with the mysterious masked man? Where's the young cunning blond lad?"
"You want a fop in my play?!"
"Correction, mine. And yes."
"Fine." Erik sighs and re-writes his er-Christine's play. A few days later, Erik triumphantly walks in. "This, good enough?!"
"SHE STILL END UPS WITH MASKED MAN!"
"Yes, she loooooooooooooves the masked man."
"No."
"Yes."
"NO!"
"I love you, Christine. Work with me here."
"FINE. I just want a kitty cat to be in it."
Erik sighs, grabs his playwright and began to scribble it in. Christine does some type of weird dance, and Erik just stares at her. "Do I get a hug?"
"no."
Erik through the play and runs to his organ and begins to play a horrifyingly beautifully said song. Then writes in Journal.
