1. I must never sing, or even hum the words or tune to "All I Ask of You".
I sat at the organ, working on Don Juan Triumphant, when I heard a faint singing coming from the couch. I stopped writing for a moment and listened harder. "Think of me, think of me fondly, when we've said goodbye." I sighed. That song would haunt me for the rest of my life. Damn you Andrew Webber! I thought to myself. I turned on the organ bench so I could glare at her. "Will you please stop singing that?" I asked her. She nodded, but then went to humming it. "And humming." She nodded again, this time stopping completely. I looked back at the music score, when I heard her start to whistle that stupid song. I whirled around once more, glaring with all my power. "Whistling counts." Chelsea sighed, obviously not happy with my impatience. I turned back slowly, but halfway there, she started to tap the rhythm against the table. "THAT'S IT!" I yell. She finally stopped, but that didn't stop me from rushing towards her and grasping her scrawny neck between my hands. I shook her back and forth until I heard the satisfying snap that was her neck breaking. I let her body drop and walked back to my organ. "Now, where was I?" I muttered to myself, not know Chelsea was only faking it, and still alive.