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Chapter 2: Project: Singing Angel

Mme Giry whisked out the note and continued, "He commands that you leave box five empty for his use, and reminds you that his salary of 20,000 francs a month. Courtesy of your friendly neighborhood Opera Ghost."

"You mean there are MORE opera ghosts other than this one?" Reyer whimpered.

Giry raised an eyebrow. "I would not doubt it," she finally replied.

Reyer promptly fainted dead away on the floor.

"Twenty thousand francs is outrageous!" Firmin boomed, "I will not be paying this trickster anything whatsoever!" He ripped up the note.

Giry shrugged. "Fine, but don't come whining to me when the Opera Ghost pays YOU a visit," she answered, sniffing. "He will not be lenient with you."

Andre paled. "Well, well, what are we going to do about tonight's gala?" he abruptly changed the subject. "There is no un… un…" he couldn't remember the word.

"Underneath?" Firmin suggested. Andre shook his head.

"Unn…." Andre stammered.

"Underwear?" Christine piped up. They gave her horrified looks. She blinked innocently.

"Under the table? Under the weather?" Giry guessed. Andre shook his head furiously.

"Understudy?" a voice from Giry's Nextel spoke up. Andre nodded and beamed.

"THAT'S THE ONE!" he shouted. "We have no understudy for La Carlotta, so who is going to be our lead singer?"

Giry slowly hid the Nextel behind her back and turned it off. She would have to give the Phantom… or Erik, a piece of her mind later. Surely he knew better than speaking in front of everyone!

Fortunately, no one noticed.

"We will have to cancel the performance tonight," Firmin fumed, "There is no other option!"

Reyer, who had been standing up, heard these words and fainted dead away again, falling to the floor. No one even gave him a sideways glance.

Meg was horrified at Firmin's words. "Surely you jest!" she cried, gasping in shock.

Firmin turned to glare at her. "I'm not, and don't call me Shirley," he snapped angrily. Meg looked down, embarrassed. Giry slapped Firmin upside his head, angry at him for shaming her daughter.

"You behave," she scolded. "Keep you hand to the level of your EYES!"

Firmin stared at her, frightened. "Bu.. bu…" he stammered.

"NO buts, Monsieur!" she hissed furiously, and suddenly shoved Christine in front of her. "Christine will be singing for you."

Christine let out a "HAAAALELUJAH!" and punched the air with her fist. But she wasn't looking where she was punching and ended up punching Reyer right in the face, sending him unconscious to the ground once again.

"Down once more to the dungeons of his black despair, down he plunges to the prison of his miiiiind!" Meg began to sing sadly, staring down at the knocked out Monsieur Reyer.

Everyone else simply ignored the entire charade and turned to Christine, who was beginning to sing.

"Andre, this is doing nothing for my nerves," Firmin muttered, fidgeting.

"Well then go take a vacation," Giry hissed, and slapped him upside his head again. Firmin winced and glared at her.

"Think of me, think of me fondly, when we've said good-bye!" Christine sang, "Remember me, once in a while, please promise me you'll try!"

Everyone stared at her in complete shock, and she stopped, confused.

"Am I that bad?" she sniffed, tears coming to her eyes.

"Just keep singing!" Mme Giry encouraged, patting her on the back. "They're shocked because you're doing so well."

Meg took this opportunity to start her own little ditty. "Just keep singing, just keep singing, singing, singing, what do we do, we sing, sing, sing!"

"Meg…" Christine warned.

But her friend was on a roll. "HO ho ho ho ho ho, I love to sssiiing, when you WAAAAANT to sing–"

"MEG!" Christine shrieked wildly. Meg stopped in mid sentence and looked at her.

"What?" she asked innocently. Her mother glared at her pointedly. "Oh. Right," Meg said, looking down and reddening. "Carry on."

Christine let out an annoyed sigh. "Now I'm gonna have that stupid song stuck in my head!" she growled.

"Well, I think we've made quite a discovery with Miss Daae!" Andre said cheerfully, glancing at Firmin. His partner, however, just glared at him.

"That comes in scene Four, you imbecile!" he yelled, and punched him in the stomach again, sending Andre to the floor alongside Reyer.

"Three sir!" the stagehand called out.

"Three!" Firmin corrected himself.

"GET ON WITH IT!" the rest of the chorus shouted, growing very annoyed at the managers.

This chapter wasn't that long, sorry! The next one will be longer.

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