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Disclaimer: I still do not own anything, It's all Gaston Leroux's and Andrew Lloyd Webber's, blah.

2nd Scene: Hannibal Rehersals

Carlotta screeches from stage, as everyone starts to die in the background. The cleaning crew sweep the dead bodies off as she continues, "Froma thea enslavinga forcea ofa ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOME!!!!!!"

Monsieur Lefevre walks onto stage, guiding two homosexuals who kept feeling each other's asses. Monsieur Lefevre clears his throat and said "EVERYONE SHUT UP!!!" As everyone hushed, he continued, "I would like to say that I'm, like, so totally leaving you all, because like, you all suck. Anyway, here are the new gays that will be telling you what to do from now on, Monsieur Firmin and Monsieur Andre, get on with your lives."

Andre leaned in close to Lefevre and whispered, "actually, it's Mademoiselle Andre."

The ballet rats in the background, unaware of what Andre had just said, squealed while making very promiscuous poses, "OOO! They totally have money! Let's fuck them for it!"

Above them, a completely sexy god, of sorts, glared down upon them and their ignorant behavior. "I hate homosexuals..." he growled.

Carlotta looked at them with disgust and snottily said, "get a room, you gays."

Firmin and Andre laughed and simply stated, "if you thing WE'RE gay, then wait ti'll you meet our patron!"

Everyone looked around, waiting to catch a glimpse of the man in heels and sexy underwear, "WHERE?!?!?" they screamed with curiosity.

"Yoohoo, boys. Over here," everyone turned to where the voice came from at the back of the stage. There stood Raoul wearing a pink shirt with matching skirt, reapplying his lipgloss.

"Yup, he's gay," said everyone in unison.

Raoul continued on, ignoring the crowd, "anyway, i'll be totally watching you tonight, and I will select out the lucky few who get to sleep with me tonight!" Everyone screamed and left hurriedly, in hope to escape the choosing eye of the homosexual patron.

"Whatever, they're not good enough for pretty me anyway," Raoul said to himself as he left the opera house.

Slowly everyone came back from their hiding places and Carlotta began to sing again, "I rocka, you all sucka, bow downa to mea."

"SHUT UP!" cries a deep, moving, sexy voice from above. Everyone was dazed, thinking Jesus had finally come for them, and didn't notice the backdrop, falling and squishing their hated Prima Donna.