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Chapter 3: Project: The Fopster

It was opening night. Christine was singing, Meg was staring at the Vicompte, Raoul was looking at himself in the mirror, glancing periodically to the stage, Erik was listening, making a note to create his own rap rendition of the song, and Mme Giry was playing with her new PSP. She had a thing for gadgets. After a few minutes, she turned it off and slowly crept away to the stairs of Box five, hiding.

Raoul glanced at the stage, did a double take, and gasped. "Can it be, can it be Christine?" he said, standing up.

And sure enough… it was. She was almost finished with her song. Raoul stood up, shouted, "BRAVA! TALLY HO!" and with that, he strode off to go backstage, singing, "Long ago, it seems so long ago, how young and innocent we were…" as he passed the curtain by the stairs, Mme Giry peeped out and whisked out her Nextel walkie-talkie.

"Giry to OG," she said quickly, "Warning, we have a fop alert on stairwell seventeen, I repeat, fop alert coming down stairwell seventeen."

There was a crackle before Erik replied. "OG to Giry, I roger that," he answered, "Checking fop's position…. He's making his way to the backstage. Do you copy?"

"Copy that," Giry affirmed. "He knows subject: Singing Angel, so be on the lookout if he tries to find her."

There was a muffled swearing and a loud noise on the other end.

"OG?" Giry asked. "Do you roger, OG?"

"I just banged my foot on another door stop," Erik growled, "There should be a law against those blasted things!"

Giry sighed. "Very well. Make a note of it when you write to the managers. Giry out." She shut her Nextel and proceeded to follow Raoul to the backstage.

Christine's song was now over, and she left after the performance, while everyone else was partying, to go to the small chapel in the Opera house. Meg knew exactly where she was going, so she followed her until she came to the chapel.

"Christine? Christine?" she called, entering the chapel, where Christine was lighting a candle for her father. "Where in the world have you been hiding?" she asked.

Christine turned to glare at her. "That's a dumb question," she snapped, "RIGHT here!"

Meg looked at her disdainfully. "It's been nine years and still you can't get over that your father's dead?"

"Old habits die hard," Christine shrugged. "I don't even remember him. Maybe he was a drunk, or he smoked. Who cares, anyways?"

"Christine! Is that any way to talk about your father like that?" Meg gasped, taken aback.

Christine looked at her innocently. "Well…" was all she could think of to say at the moment. "My angel takes better care of me than HE ever did!"

"Christine, are you actually so thick that you think you have an angel of music?" Meg said, shaking her head in disbelief. Then a thought dawned on her. "Hey, what if it's the Phantom!"

"Hey!" Christine mocked, "What if you're a complete idiot and obsessed with the Phantom!"

Meg glared at her. "It probably is," she retorted, "I bet he's fooling you into thinking that he's your angel of music. Honestly, who really believes in an angel of music? It's stupid!"

"I know he's here," Christine shot back angrily, "I can sense him…" she closed her eyes.

Meg rolled hers. "Oh, so now you not only have an angel of music, you have a Force sensitive angel of music, and he's teaching you the ways of the Force. Surely you're jesting about all this!"

Christine turned away, saying, "I'm not, and don't call me Shirley." She then flounced away back upstage. Meg sighed and followed her.

When they got up to the backstage, Christine was accompanied by Mme Giry to her dressing room, where Mme Giry slammed the doors in all the eager suitors' faces.

"GO AWAY AND DON'T COME BACK!" she shouted angrily, and then calming herself, turned to Christine. "You did very well my dear," She continued, and picked up the lone red rose that lay on the table. "He is pleased with you."

Christine took the rose and fiddled with the black ribbon. "Wait, who is pleased with me?" she asked before Mme Giry left.

"I think you know who," the elder lady replied mysteriously. Christine merely stared at her in confusion.

After Mme Giry left the room, Christine sat down and pondered the rose carefully. Meanwhile, Andre and Firmin were getting ready to introduce Raoul to Christine.

"Perhaps we could present her to you, dear Vicompte!" Andre gushed, taking a swig of champagne. Raoul shook his head.

"Gentlemen, this is one visit I'd prefer to make unaccompanied. Oh, thank you!" he said, taking Firmin's bouquet from him. Firmin was incensed.

"That fool stole my flowers!" he whined.

Raoul opened the door to Christine's dressing room, saying, "Little Lotte, let her mind wander. Little Lotte thought, 'Am I fonder of dolls or of goblins or shoes?'"

Christine turned to fix him with a fake smile. "'No,' Little Lotte said, 'Am I fonder of angels of music who stay by my side, or of annoying young dandelions who don't even notice me until I am the leading diva?'"

Raoul stared at her in disbelief. "Well I," he stammered, not expecting this reaction from her.

"Or maybe," Christine continued menacingly, "Little Lotte just wanted to pummel her 'old friend' Raoul because he didn't notice anyone else but his own prissy self." With that, she whisked around, flatly refusing to acknowledge him.

"But Christine, I had many important things to do," Raoul continued lamely, "I'm sorry for not noticing you…" she turned to him. "Flowers?" he squeaked.

She looked at them with disdain. "You didn't even have the class to get your own bouquet, did you?" she snapped, "And these are the cheap fake kind!" she threw the flowers across the room.

Behind the mirror, Erik cackled gleefully, rubbing his hands together. "This is going better than I had planned," he said to himself.

"Out!" Christine shouted, pushing Raoul out the door, "Out now!"

"Chrissy, surely you don't mean that–"

"I DO, AND DON'T CALL ME SHIRLEY! OR CHRISSY, FOR THAT MATTER!" she yelled, and kicked his foppish little butt out the door, slamming it in his face. She sighed, went behind the screen and changed her dress into her nightgown.

Everyone had left by this time, and the opera house lights began to turn off. Soon, the entire Populaire was darkened. As Christine came out from behind the screen, her candles went out. She stared around the room, unsure of what to make of the situation.

She turned to open the door, but a voice stopped her.

"Insolent boy, this slave of fashion, basking in your glory!" the angry voice of her angel sang, "Ignorant fool, this dumb young suitor, sharing in my triumph!"

Christine was eager to reply, "Angel I hear you, speak, I listen, stay by my side, guide me! Angel, my soul was weak, forgive me, enter at last, master!"

FINALLY! Erik rejoiced, and instantly switched to his beloved rap. "Yo, if you want to, if you want to, look at your face in the mirrah, I'm there, oh I'm there inside! See why in da shadows, in da shadows, yo, I hide!" he couldn't help but do the hand signals, even though she couldn't see him.

FINALLY RAPPING ERIK! Eee he he he! I love this chapter!

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