7. Fiction Days

(The lament of a phangirl neglecting her own fiction in favour of the world of phantasy. To the tune of Those Canaan Days, from Joseph and the Technicolour Dreamcoat)

Do you remember
Original fiction
Our writing was endlessly good
Finalised, edited plotlines
With stories born from our youth.

We'd stroll down the storyboards together
And characters round us were fine
But now the old stuff's dead and bare
There's fop's and Phantom's everywhere
And now we find we have no real plot lines

Original tales
We used to pen
Where have they gone?
Why have they fled?
So now, our minds are hazed
Thanks to the Phantom craze (Dun!)

Do you remember those wonderful heroes
The splendour of the bad guys ingénue
Extravagant, elegant poems
That matched Donaldson and Tolkien
It's funny, but since we found Erik
We've written the other extreme
No one reads our fiction now
We just write phanphic anyhow
We find that we are missing our own dreams

Original tales
We used to pen
Where have they gone?
Where have they fled?
And now, our minds are hazed
Thanks to, the Phantom craze (Dun!)

Its funny, but since we found Erik
We've written the other extreme
Though Erik is a sexy lad
And very angsty when he's mad
I find that I am missing my own (hum, hum, hum) dreams

Original tales
We used to pen
Where have they gone?
Where haaaaaaaaaaaa-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaave
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-aaaaaaaaaaave they fled?
And now, our minds are hazed
Thanks to, the Phantom craze (Dun!)

No Offense meant Erik, but inspiration called