A/N: Hey! I just came back from my own patented singing lessons—that is singing the same song until the throat hurts. I'm getting pretty good at Think of Me! Let's see if my phanfic me does! Chapta fowa!
And don't own all this crap. Well, I do own myself and Lizzy XD! What's up with these disclaimers? If I made up these characters, why would I be posting on ? Published authors probably have better things to do.
Lizzy POV:
I gaped at Christine while she sang 'Think of Me'. How could anyone sing like that? Impossible! Izzi was sitting beside me backstage, taking notes furiously. Her paper said things like, 'uses unnecessary hand motions, usually touching her middle finger to her thumb and singing to the ceiling' or, 'DO NOT RAISE YOUR VOICE FIVE-HUNDRED THOUSAND OCTIVES IN THE MIDDLE OF A LOW VERSE!'
I didn't know what the hell a 'low verse' was, but I wasn't about to ask. I assumed it was a verse that's low, but what do I know. Anywho, I nearly burst out laughing when I saw Raoul. He wasn't wearing blond mullet like in the Sarah Brightman video, but he looked like a fop anyhow.
I tapped my foot and waited for Christine to get on with it. "Well," Izzi said, looking up from her notes of little sense. "I guess we were wrong. It was opening night!"
"How could we not notice that?" I asked, shaking my head.
"Hey! We can go to TPOTO's pad before Christine gets there!" Izzi said, jumping up. I'm not as big of a phan as Izzi, but I agreed to come because it sounded like fun. She promised it'd be fun…she also promised I would see Raoul's ridiculous hairdo, but that didn't happen.
Izzi and I crept down the hallway, to Christine's dressing room. It was locked. Izzi growled in disbelief (as if no one in the 1800s was supposed to lock their doors) and started to pick the lock. It was surprisingly easy to pick, an early model of those safety locks that don't work. I mean, all you do is stick a pin in the hole and it unlocks! Really, now!
Izzi and I walked into the dark room silently, and she shut the door behind us. She looked around. "Nice place."
"You already said that—last time we were here…by the way, when is Christine supposed to be back?"
We whipped around as we heard someone unlocking the door and frantically looked around the room for something to hide in. We hid in a tall armoire filled with Carlotta's clothes.
Both Izzi and I barely fit together—it was a small armoire! But it was a good hiding spot; why would Christine be opening Carlotta's armoire?
Anyway, there was a soft conversation with a man and two women—the voices I recognized as Firmin, Christine, and Madame Giry.
"Christine, that was lovely, we are all very impressed," Firmin said proudly, but in a whisper. I looked at Izzi, wondering why they were whispering.
"Thank you, Monsieur," Christine replied just as quietly. Madame said nothing further, and eventually all three of them left.
Izzi and I stumbled out of the armoire and looked around. Suddenly all of the candles were blown out, and a cold breeze wafted through the room. Random dark music started playing.
"Insolent boy, this slave of fashion, basking in your glory! Ignorant fool, this brave young suitor, sharing in my triumph!" a voice sang softly. How could he mistake Firmin for Raoul? Hm.
Izzi rolled her eyes. "Save your breath, you crazy Phantom. This isn't Christine, you yutz! I really wish you'd learn your lesson…so how's your life been?" she sang, still in the tune of the song, which had turned to light and fluttery.
The music died with a wuurrrr… like a record. The mirror was flung open, and there stood a very angry Phantom.
"Who the hell are you?!" he demanded, stomping toward us with a rope that I deducted must be his Punjab lasso.
"Well, my name is—" Izzi started.
"No! I mean who are you?! How do you know who I am, and how the hell did you know about the mirror?!" He held up the rope threateningly.
"I dunno, but I do know who you are, Erik. You are The Phantom of the Opera, and you're in love with Christine Daae, but there's this guy name Raoul who pissing you off because he's trying to steal your babe," Izzi said, waving away the lasso.
He looked at us, his expression now showing confusion. "How do you know all of that?"
Izzi grimaced. "I'm afraid I can't tell you, for you see that would be breaking the Fourth Wall, and we don't want to do that!"
Erik glared at us menacingly. "I don't particularly care what a 'Fourth Wall' is, but all I know is that you're going to die!" He moved toward us with the lasso.
"OH, PLEASE!" I shouted my hands on my hips. "You can't kill us! We know all your moves, and we know how to prevent them!"
He shook his head, his eyes narrowed. Izzi and I both put a hand at the level of our eyes. He jumped back. "What are you, witches?!" It was surprising how the position of our hands only could foil his plot of killing us.
"No, just teenage phangirls," Izzi said, nodding knowingly.
"What the hell is a 'phangirl'?" Erik asked, putting down the rope. Before either of us could answer, there was the sound of a door being unlocked. Erik scowled and shoved us through the mirror, then getting in himself, and closing it.
Raoul de Chagney walked in with flowers, saw there was no one here, and shrugged, leaving.
Erik turned to us. "So, who is that?" he asked.
"Raoul de Chagney, the new patron. Why?" Izzi and I exchanged a glance. I wondered why she wasn't freaking out. I mean, The Phantom of the Opera was standing right in front of us, talking to us and not killing us!
"Because he's laying moves on Christine," Erik replied. Izzi made a face and peered down the dark hall.
"So…we going to your crib?" Izzi asked.
He rolled his eyes. "I don't want you in my house."
"Oh, please!" Izzi said rudely.
He scowled, looking as if he wanted to deck her. "No one is allowed in my lair!"
"But we know things about what's going to happen between you and Christine that you don't Erik. And if you want knowledge of these things, you had better be nice to us," Izzi said, shaking a finger at him.
He looked at the ground, considering that for a moment. "No," he said. "I can do things myself!"
Izzi sighed. "Alright, then." And she started walking through the hallways herself, motioning me to follow.
"Hey! Hey, you come back!" Erik demanded, following us. "You'll be killed by my traps anyway!" he said as Izzi looked up to find a saw blade in the ceiling, ready to drop down and slice her head open. She shrugged and stepped around it.
Erik stared at us in disbelief, and then dragged us backward. "I forbid it! No entering my lair!"
Izzi shrugged. "I guess you could either sit here and argue with us or—" Erik threw us both out of the mirror entrance.
"Ow!" I said, rubbing my arm. Izzi rolled her eyes and dashed into the armoire again as the door was opened. I gasped and climbed in too, just before Christine came in.
She was singing softly to herself, looking around her room. Izzi and I watched her sit at her vanity through the keyhole in the armoire. She combed her hair a little and sighed. Izzi and I exchanged a glace.
Suddenly Raoul burst through the door, panting and tripping over his own feet. "Ah! Little Lottie was—Oof!" He then fell over, ruining his 'Little Lottie' spiel. There seemed to be a collective sigh of relief from everyone in the room except Raoul.
"Are you okay?" Christine asked, not getting up. Raoul scrambled up with a red face.
"Yes…just a little too hasty, I suppose," he said, giving her the flowers he was carrying. "Long time no see."
Christine smiled. "I've missed you," she said, getting up and hugging him. I rolled my eyes. What a fop! He made her hug him…well, technically he didn't make her, but…you know…
"I missed you too. What say we go out on the town? How about I don't wait for your answer and get my carriage?" Wow. Raoul was acting really OOC…
"Oh, I can't. I have to stay here," Christine said, glancing at the red rose on her vanity.
"Why? I'm gonna go get the carriage," Raoul started to walk away.
"No, Raoul, you don't understand! The Angel of music is very…ya know, bossy," she said, grabbing his coat.
"Angel of—Oh! Angel of Music, right, right," he nodded and smiled. "I remember when we used to play that game!"
"No, it's not a game anymore, Raoul. He's real," Christine looked at him with pleading eyes.
"Well, you'll just have to tell him to get lost, then!" Raoul said jokingly, obviously unconvinced of Erik.
"No, Raoul—" He walked away, cutting her off. She whimpered a tiny bit as he closed the door.
"I'm not going anywhere," she muttered, and went behind a curtain to change. While she was gone, Izzi and I spoke in whispers.
"Raoul was—"
"I know," Izzi replied, trying not to step on my foot.
"He lacks any tact whatsoever!" I said, thinking of how he looked at Christine as if she was nutso.
"Are you kidding? He hardly has any basic zest, let alone tact," she said, snorting.
"He lacks basic zest?" I asked flatly.
"Exactly!" Christine came out again, dressed in her night clothes. Both of us breathed a sigh of relief to find that they weren't the movie night clothes, which we weren't too fond of. I mean, who wears leather and buckles to bed? Not normal people!
Suddenly, the lights went out, and the cold breeze filled the room again. And we knew what was coming.
"Insolent boy,
This slave of fashion,
Basking in your glory!
Ignorant fool,
This brave, young suitor,
Sharing in my triumph!"
The color drained from Christine's face, and she looked around. Her expression read either, 'WHAT THE HELL?!' or, 'M-m-mommy!'
Izzi and I snickered, and she started to sing:
"Angel, I hear you…
Speak, I listen!
Stay by my side,
Guide me…
Angel, my soul was weak,
Forgive me!
Enter, at last,
Master…"
I heard Izzi groan a little and saw her roll her eyes in the dim, blue light coming from the keyhole. They sang their bit, and went we could hear her approach the mirror. We silently slid out of the armoire and followed her. Erik almost saw us a few times, but we followed them through the mirror successfully. Then they started singing.
Yeah, not my best chapter and it kind of didn't make much sense in parts. Also, Raoul tripped over himself. Hm, maybe he's losing his charm. Ah, who cares? I dunno how much I like the confrontation with Erik, because I don't react at all. If I found out he was real, I'd be freaking out. XD And tell me if you think we met him too soon. I mean, it IS our first day there...
Reviews feed my soul! Please feed my soul! *begs*
