E: Ah, I haven't seen this movie in awhile…Good ol' West Side Story….
C: Have you just been obsessed with watching movies lately?
E: Yes! Erik is so excited! His idol, his muse, his God has a new movie coming out and I must watch it!!!!!!
C: Tim Burton…
E: Yes, Tim Burton! God, that man is an absolutely genius! And the movie came out five days earlier than expected! God, I'm having an obsessed-fan-heart-attack moment.
C: Okay, then, take a deep breath and think of someone else.
E: …Johnny Depp… -starts drooling as I stare at a picture of him-
C: Damn it, no!
B: Erik's really lost it, has she?
C: When the hell did you get in here?!
B: While ago, came in through the front door. –goes up and steals picture from Erik- Ha!
E: Nooooooooooooooooo! Erik's baby! –starts profusely crying as Erik try to recover it-
C: You two are both idiots! God! –sighs-
E: Brennan, you ass, give me back my baby! –tackles- -wrestles for a bit, then picture rips-
B: Oops… Ah well, sucks for you Erik.
E: Why does this always happen to me!??! God, why do you hate me!!!! –runs out of room, crying-
C: …Everyone this is Brennan.
B: Hi! –smiles-
C: I'm sure you might remember us talking about her in earlier author's notes. Well, Erik fucked something up at school so he owes her.
B: Yep, that's whatcha get…
C: So seeing as Erik is…incapable of continuing the beginning's authors' notes, well just start up the chapter now.
B: Happy reading everyone!
Roses of Life
"It just needs something…" Meg muttered as she stood before Christine. The brunette stood on an elevated platform, staring at herself in the three mirrors surrounding her. The white dress she and Meg had bought surrounded her and they had stayed there together as Meg fussed over her appearance. The dress was almost completely made of lace, the only thing of it not being the top and the long dress skirt that rested at her feet. The lace raised slightly above the top and the train, all lace once again, was almost six feet long. It also had very simple, thin straps and a large sash wrapped around her small waist.
"It's just fine Meg, really," Christine tried to reassure her, wanting desperately to get down off the platform. Meg shook her head, pacing behind the bride-to-be as she thought deeply. Sucking in air suddenly, Meg walked away from her friend and returned soon after holding a delicate necklace in her hands.
"Bend down," she instructed to the other woman. Holding her hair back from her neck, Christine did as instructed and closed her eyes as she felt the small charm rest on her collar bone. "Parfait!" Meg exclaimed happily as she hugged her friend close to her. "I still can't believe you're getting married," she whispered.
"Thank you for being here with me," she said, hugging her friend back. As they separated, Christine glanced at a dresser on the other side of the room and let out a small sigh. "Can I show you something?" she asked as she walked over to the dresser, careful not to tear the long train on the dress, and opened one of it's drawers. Staring at her, confused, she watched as she took out a letter from the drawer and took out the paper from the envelope.
"What's that?" Meg asked, staring at the folded piece of paper. Again, Christine sighed as she unfolded it.
"I went to the doctor's a while go when I was staying with Sorelli for a bit," she explained as she handed the letter to Meg. "I asked him to write down the results, that I didn't want to hear them just yet." Practically ignoring what her comrade was saying, Meg read the letter.
"I don't understand…" Meg stated after she was done. Christine gave a sad little smile to her as she gazed at nothing.
"I told the doctor that I've been getting sick a lot recently, and that I've been having mood swings too. He told me that everything would be all right and had me sit in a room. Then he did some tests, I suppose, on my stomach, then wrote something down on a piece of paper and handed it to me. Last thing he said was that everything was going to be all right." Meg stared at her friend as she let her gaze drift down, still smiling softly. Glancing down back at the opened letter, she saw the word 'pregnant' and two boxes, yes and no, placed by it. The box for 'yes' was checked off.
"Oh, my God."
"He said I was almost a month along now, or that was his guess at least," she said as Meg stared at the words. A silence passed as Christine let her hand rest over her stomach, still completely flat save a small bump. "Maybe I shouldn't be wearing white…" she said softly.
Meg couldn't keep back her frown of disapproval. "Don't say that, Christine. It's okay for this to happen. It hasn't been the first time someone had this happen to them," Meg said reassuringly as she embraced her friend. Christine smiled slightly as she wrapped her arms around her as well.
"You're right…" she whispered, feeling tears begin to form in her brown eyes. "Should we get going now?"
"Yes, we should," Meg agreed as she grabbed the veil and walked with her friend through the back of the house. "It's your special day, Christine; you should be more excited!"
"I am excited," Christine replied, her voice in lack of what she claimed. "I guess I'm just a little nervous too."
"You'll be just fine," Meg said as they walked outside into the bright day. Christine lifted the skirts of her dress, trying to avoid getting it dirty as they walked towards the back of the garden. "I know you will. Now, just wait here for you cue, alright?" she said as they approached the stone building. Fixing the veil onto her friend, she lifted down the shorter end of the thin fabric to cover her face as the pearl flowers glistened off the headband. Finally waving to her friend, she disappeared behind the newly built wooden doors as Christine waited outside.
Pacing. That was what Erik had been doing all morning as he stayed with Sorelli, staying true to the tradition of not seeing the bride before the wedding, no matter how difficult it was for him. Now it was before the dried fountain that he did his pacing as Sorelli sat on a bench in the room. Occasionally, he would glance over to Sorelli as his hand kept brushing up against the mask he hid in his jacket, making sure that it was still there. The man was slowly turning into a nervous wreck. "What if what I'm doing is a mistake?" he asked Madame Giry for about the hundredth time today. "I only want the best for her, Sorelli. What if this isn't it?" he muttered, worry clearly etched onto his face.
"Erik, Christine is smart. She feels that this is the best, so it is. Trust her, she loves you," Sorelli advised as she watched the man she grew up with continue to wear down the soles of his shoes. "Now, you should calm down, she'll be here soon."
"God I hope you're right. It's been over a month since that incident Sorelli," he said, referring to the murder he had committed. "I just don't know…"
"Of course I'm right," she said, rolling her eyes. Standing, she traveled to the fountain and picked up the worn Bible resting on the edge. Earlier in the week, Erik had gone with Christine to get their license and get 'officially' married to one another. Today was more for the enjoyment of a real wedding for the couple.
"Pardon me for worrying," he muttered as he began to sit on the bench, then standing back up and walking over to the fountain.
"It's very natural to be worried," she said, smiling. "But she probably is too. Just think about your life together from now on." Nodding as he tried to calm himself down, he froze as Meg walked inside the room and up to the piano placed near the side of the room. His piano. His gaze turned to a glare as she situated herself in front of it. Damn it, that was his piano, his baby! It bothered him to no end that she was touching it, but he quickly got a hold of himself as Sorelli turned and left the room before soon coming back inside and taking the Bible she had set down before she left.
Erik quickly stood before Sorelli and watched as she stood before la Sainte Vierge and opened the frayed pages. As music began to play and fill the small room, Erik turned and watched as Christine walked into the room. It was what he saw that nearly caused him to break down crying. Walking towards him in time with the music, she appeared like an angel sent down from heaven just for him. Never before had he felt such happiness and realized such loneliness he felt before her. When she arrived next to him, the wedding march had changed to the soft lullaby Erik sung to her every night without the words from it. "Beautiful," he whispered.
Arriving beside her husband, Christine smiled at him as she felt her eyes brimming with unshed tears. Mouthing 'I love you' to him, they both kneeled as Sorelli began to recite the vows. Hardly paying any attention to what to older woman was saying, he smiled softly as he continued to gaze at Christine from the corner of his eyes. "…to have and to hold. Through sickness and health. Till death do you part?"
"I do." Christine listened, captured in wonder, as Sorelli repeated the vows.
"I do," she answered. Standing together, they turned to face each other. Still looking down at the bouquet of lilies that she held, she glanced up as Erik gently took her left hand and placed the ring onto her third finger. Unable to hold it back any longer, water slipped effortlessly down her face as she did the same for Erik. Lifting her head up, she saw Erik watching her with a loving gaze.
Never thinking that such happiness could ever belong to him, he barely heard Sorelli say the ending lines. "I now pronounce you husband and wife," she said, her voice echoing as she closed the book. Reaching forward and lifting up the veil away from her face, he held her face in his hands and pressed his lips against hers. Wrapping her arms around him, Christine pressed her body against his as she responded from the kiss.
Breaking apart finally, the couple couldn't hide their bright smiles as they led the small group out of the building and into a small area where the small party was to be held for the wedding. Pulling out a chair, Christine sat down and smiled as he kissed her once again before seating Sorelli and Meg as well. Instantly, Christine wished that she could tell him the news right then and there. As Erik sat in the chair beside her, she knew what his reaction would be.
As the champagne glasses were filled with wine, Sorelli stood and raised the glass. "To Erik and Christine. I wish you both nothing but happiness."
"Cheers!" Meg added as she, too, raised her glass then drank the entire contents. Standing up along with her mother, she left the table and walked into the house, entering through the kitchen door as her mother sat back down.
"Thank you, Sorelli," Erik said as he and Christine both lowered their glasses from the air and drank to celebrate. Stealing a glimpse at Christine's face, he held her hand in his and ran his thumb over the top of her hand. "Something bothering you?" he whispered, worry very clear in his deep voice.
"No," she promised, "everything's perfect."
"You deserve nothing but perfection," he told her, his voice barely above a whisper as he kissed her gently. Sitting up quietly once again, Sorelli left the area and into the kitchen.
"With you, I have it." This was the last thing Sorelli heard before closing the door behind her and seeing her daughter, back turned to her, pick up the wedding cake. When she turned around, she jumped slightly, nearly dropping the treat.
"Oh, Mama!" she exclaimed, recovering from the blunder. "You scared me…" she said quietly as she readjusted her hold on the tray. "Where are Christine and Monsieur Erik?"
"Back outside," she answered. "I came to make sure you don't drop the cake." Meg laughed lightly as she grinned at her mother.
"I would never do that!" she exclaimed as she walked past her mother, still holding the cake. Suddenly, she doubled over and Sorelli reacted immediately, reaching out and catching her daughter and the cake. Setting it down, she walked her daughter over to a chair as she was clearly in some kind of drastic pain. Before her daughter made a single sound, it seemed that the pain went away. "My stomach…?" she muttered, pressing lightly against it with her fingers.
"What's wrong!?" Sorelli demanded, fearful for her daughter. Looking up to her, Sorelli saw nothing but confusion.
"I don't know. It felt…like something kicked me, but really hard," she tried to explain. Suddenly, something deep inside of her felt like vomiting as she smelled the food surrounding her. "I think I'm going to be sick…" she muttered, bending over as she covered her mouth.
"What do you need, what will make you feel better?" Sorelli asked, trying to make her daughter feel better. Not knowing fully what was going on, she worried deeply for her.
"Fish," she stated. Giving her a quizzical look, Meg glanced up. "Do we have any? I want some really bad Mama."
"No, we don't have fish! This is a wedding." Sorelli gave her daughter a concerned look as she helped her daughter stand. "That's it, we're taking you to a doctor after this is over," she stated as she took the cake from the table and headed outside, Meg following closely behind.
"But Mama!" Meg called out as Sorelli placed the cake down in front of Erik and Christine before turning to face her daughter.
"Don't argue with me," Sorelli said. Her daughter glared at her before sitting down in the chair beside her and bursting into unexplained tears.
"It's not my fault!" she shrieked, acting like a small child as she cried. Standing up, Christine moved over to her friend and hugged her closely, smoothing over her hair as she tried to calm her down.
"What's wrong? What's not your fault?" Not answering, Meg's sobbing stopped as suddenly as it came.
"It's nothing, I suppose," she answered as she stood up, shrugging away from her friend. "I should go home now, Christine. I feel absolutely exhausted. Go on with the party without me," she said as she gave Christine a quick hug. Like a breath of air, Meg turned and left the peaceful garden. Silence passed like a heavy rain in the group until Sorelli glanced and gave a strained smile to them.
"I should go and make sure that she's alright," she said, excusing herself before she, like her daughter, left the plot. Staring at each other, Erik cleared his throat as he began to cut the cake.
"You look beautiful Christine," he said, trying to break the awkward silence caused by the blonde as he handed Christine a slice.
"So do you," she said softly as she tried a small piece. "I've never seen you so happy. Thank you for leaving your mask off."
"Anything for you…" he replied simply. As they enjoyed the food together, Erik ran over the series of events that happened with Meg and slowly he grew confused. Christine let out a small laugh at his expression and rested her hand over his larger ones.
"Don't worry about Meg; I think I know what's wrong with her…" Smiling in reply, Erik kissed her cheek as they went back to eating. "It might be Raoul's, you know," Christine stated quietly, wanting to know how Erik would react.
"Why would you think that?" Erik asked, bemused as he thought of a hidden meaning behind Christine's words. Smirking slightly, Christine shrugged her shoulders as she continued to slowly pick at her food. Eventually giving up trying to eat as it was completely unappetizing to her, she took a forkful and held it out to Erik. Capturing the small bit of cake, Christine retracted the fork and watched him as he thought something over. Leaning over to her, Erik kissed her neck as he placed his hand on her thigh. "It doesn't taste nearly as good as you do," he whispered.
"Would you like to go inside?" she asked, laughing a little. Taking her hand in his other one, the busy hand then moved to rest at her waist and together they walked back into the house. Closing the door, Erik started kissing her again.
"I've had to hold back all day Christine. And now, I have you all to myself…" he whispered huskily into her ear as he backed her up against the nearby wall. Lifting up the heavy skirts of her wedding dress, his hands explored her legs. Christine smiled brightly as she took his hands and removed them from her body, then took hold of his face and forced him to look at her.
"Not yet, Erik. Don't you want your present?" she asked him playfully. Erik smiled at her.
"Isn't this it?" he replied, teasing.
"Oh no, it's not this," she said. Leaning in close to him she whispered into his ear, "I'm pregnant." The smile on Erik's face slowly began to fade and his face grew paler than it already was. Christine smiled at his reaction, unable to help herself as she watched him grab a chair and slowly sit down. Sitting in complete silence for a few moments, Erik finally tilted his head so he looked up at her, into her brown eyes.
"Pregnant?" he asked. "As in…a baby?" It was clear that he was shocked with the news. Nodding her head, Christine comfortably sat down on his lap and rested her head against his chest as he continued thinking. His gaze shifted from her face, to her stomach, then back to her smiling features. "I'm going to be a…a father?"
"Yes," she answered, smiling. Taking his broad hands, she placed it gently on her abdomen. "We're going to be parents." Inside, she was laughing at how uncomfortable he was feeling. Though it was slightly strange that before this he was singing to her flat stomach, it was still cute. Slowly, ever so slowly, a beam of joy spread across his face.
"A father…me…?"
"Yes," she whispered in reply. "You're going to be a wonderful father, Erik," she told him. Gaze becoming distant as he continued to stare at her stomach, he bent forward so his head was beside her stomach.
"Our own little family," he whispered softly. Again, Christine felt like tearing up as another silence passed, the both of them absorbing the moment. "What should I be expecting from you then?" he asked her, his mind suddenly flashing to how Meg acted earlier, though he knew not why.
"Oh, I doubt I'll get really crazy," she answered, laughing.
"Crazy?"
"Not by much," she promised. Smiling still, Erik gently lifted her up from his lap then placed her back on the chair. Watching him closely, she smiled slightly as he removed his coat then unbuttoned the first few buttons from his shirt. A strange warmth flooded through her, but one that wasn't unfamiliar.
"Are you hungry at all? I can make you something to eat…?" he offered as he put up the jacket and turned to face her. Much to his shock, she was right behind him. Backing into the wall, he grasped his chest as he tried to calm his beating heart. Christine smiled as she moved close to him, playing with the buttons.
"I don't want food," she muttered, turning her eyes up to look at him but her head still tilted downward. Erik, slightly confused, tried backing her away somewhat but only ended up with her being closer to him.
"What do you want then, love? I can make whatever you want," he tried.
"Are you being deliberately ignorant?" she asked, a hint of irritation noted in her voice. "I want you." Erik stared at her, shocked at her demand. His mind spun around in a frenzy as his lioness stalked its prey.
"I-I can't…" he said, taking her hands and moving them away from his chest. In turn, Christine rubbed her body enticingly up against his as her breasts pressed against him. "T-The…the baby…!"
"Will be just fine," she told him. "Please Erik. I want you…" Eyes pleading to him, Erik gently placed his hands on her hips. However, just as soon as they were placed there they were jerked away as Erik tried to resist the temptation.
"The baby…" he muttered again as he pushed past her and sat down onto a chair. "I don't want to hurt the baby." Frowning, Christine walked up to him and leaned it close. Leaning back, Erik stared at her as she gazed longingly at him.
"Erik, it won't hurt the baby." Moving closer, she reached out and slightly trailed a fingers across the marred side of his face, studying him. "I promise. I'll be able to tell." By now, her face was next to him and still moving as he continued to lean back, trying with every ounce of being to stand firm to his decision. "But it will hurt me if you don't."
"How?!" he exclaimed. Unable to move further away from her, Christine pressed her soft, welcoming lips against him. Then they moved to his cheek, his neck, and now his chest as she slowly removed his shirt.
"I'll be upset, Erik," she whispered to his torso as she slipped the cloth away from his body. Finally realizing what was happening to his poor body, with the reaction he was gaining, he tried to back away but ended up falling over and landing onto the floor. Toppling over with him, Christine didn't skip a beat as she smiled up at him. She had landed right on top of him, her curls were disheveled and spilled everywhere as she stared at him lustfully. The straps on her dress had also fallen off, causing the neckline to loosen and slip down so her cleavage showed. Erik was unable to stop the pooling of desire between his legs.
"You'll live, Christine," he mumbled, trying to look away.
"I'll feel unloved," she murmured. "You don't want that, do you?" Hell yes he did if she was going to look like that the whole time.
"You're not unwanted, nor will you ever be. But, I stand by my decision," he said firmly. Eyes growing heavy, Christine rested her head on his chest and, before Erik even realized what exactly had happened, fell asleep.
Careful not to wake her up, he carried her to the bedroom and undressed her from the oversized wedding dress. After laying her down onto the soft mattress and making sure that she was still asleep, he then left the room and started a bath. As he undressed himself and entered the warm water, he was slightly spooked. If that was Christine's definition of 'not too crazy', then he was terrified of what she would be like when she would be crazy.
Raoul lounged comfortably in his chair as his champagne glass was refilled. Patiently he waited for his guest to arrive, yet his patience was beginning to wear thin as the hour passed. Sipping at the wine in his glass, he eyed the maid who stood silently in the corner of the room, waiting for orders to be received. There were two in the room. One standing beside him, holding a wine bottle, and the other off to the corner. Both of their heads were lowered in respect. "File," he ordered. Without missing a sound, the two maids stood side-by-side in front of the man. Hungrily staring at them, he evaluated each young woman until he made his decision. "Antoinette," he said. The servant who had been standing in the corner stepped forward as the other one bowed then left the room, leaving the wine bottle behind.
"Yes, monsieur?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly as she wrung her starched apron in her small hands, still looking down. Raoul smirked as he continued to sip at the wine.
"Would you like any?" he asked her politely, holding out his glass.
"No thank you, monsieur. I'm fine…" she muttered.
"Nonsense, have some," he said, forcing the glass into her trembling hands. Not wishing to get punished for disobeying him, she reluctantly lifted the glass to her pale lips and drank. "Good girl…" he muttered, eying the low neck line from her uniform. Returning the glass, Antoinette blushed brightly as she went back to staring at her feet.
"Anything else, monsieur?" she asked. She was terrified with what was going on. It was her first day and she was warned that the Victome had a tendency of starting affairs with maids. And usually, he had favorites. Not thinking he would take any interest in her, and the fact that she was practically forced to become a servant because of a debt from her father, she began working.
"Are you uncomfortable, Antoinette?" he asked kindly. It was clear that he had alternative plans with her.
"N-No, monsieur."
"You look it. Maybe taking off the apron would make you feel better?" he offered, although his voice made it sound like an order. Not wanting to upset him, she did just that and removed her puffed bonnet as well to try to please him. He smiled warmly at her.
"Good. Now, will you please refill my glass?" he asked, holding out his wine glass. Feeling relief that she could start moving, she readily carried out the order. As she bent over to the glass, he obviously ravished her with his eyes as her cleavage angled close to his face. "You really are a very obedient girl…" he noted.
"Thank you, monsieur."
"Please, call me Raoul," he replied, smiling as he raised his glass in what seemed like a toast. Blushing slightly, Antoinette let a small smile escape as she stood. Before any more words were exchanged, the door into the study where they both stood opened and a short blonde walked into the room.
"You called?" the woman said, glaring at him. Antoinette stared at her, feeling like she had been caught red-handed doing something scandalous.
"Ah, Meg, darling," he said, standing up to greet her. It figured, she was probably his fiancée. Raoul glanced back to her and, with a simple hand movement, dismissed her. As she left, she held her back momentarily. "I'll come and see you later," he promised. Looking away to hide her blush, she left the room and closed the doors behind her.
"Don't 'darling' me, Raoul!" Meg said dangerously after the doors were closed. Shrugging his shoulders, Raoul traveled back to his chair and picked up his wine glass once again.
"Drink?" he offered. Pushing the glass away, she stood before him. "Suit yourself," he muttered, downing the glass.
"Why did you call me?" she demanded. Refilling his glass, Raoul continued to smile at her.
"No reason, just to talk," he answered, standing up as he walked close to her. "Maybe catch up on old times…?" Meg gave him a look of disgust as she backed away.
"I shouldn't even be here. Mama told me to stay away from you and I should have listened to her," she spat.
"Well, it's no use to second guess yourself since you're here now," he commented, his gaze wandering away from her face. Reaching forward, he held a small tress of hair in his fingers. "I missed you, Meg. I was so worried about you," he whispered, letting the hair slip through his fingers and fall down back onto her shoulder. Furrowing her brow, she raised her hand and slapped him hard. Taken aback by the sudden gesture, Raoul gasped as he held his face. "M-Meg…?!"
"Like hell you were worried about me! You spend your whole time taking advantage of poor women then fuck them!" she shouted. Raoul couldn't hold back his smile.
"Like you?" he offered. Tears forming in her eyes, she slapped him again as she violently pushed back stray hair from her face.
"Burn in hell Raoul! I came here to tell you that I don't want to see you any more, but it seems your already found a new playmate! So you won't be seeing me anymore!" she screamed before running out of the room. Exiting the house, she ran through the streets until she finally arrived, exhausted, at the Opera House and collapsed onto the stairs leading to the upper stories. "I hate him!" she shrieked into the empty hallway. When Sorelli entered the hallway, after hearing her shriek of rage, Meg was crying.
Antoinette entered her room after a long day of working. She was slightly disappointed that she was unable to see Raoul anymore for the day, but she pushed the thought to the back of her head as she undid her hair so the blonde, nearly white, strands fell down around her shoulders. Turning to her waiting bed, she saw a rose placed on the covers and smiled slightly as she gently picked it up.
Sitting down onto her bed, she was surprised at the sudden knock on her door. "Antoinette?" a familiar voice called out.
"Raoul…" she breathed as said man entered the small room. Smiling, he noticed the rose she was holding.
"You got my present for you then?" he asked as he walked up to her.
"Y-Yes, monsieur," she muttered quietly. "Oh!" she gasped, standing up and holding out the chair tucked under her writing desk for him. "I'm sorry…"
"Please, call me Raoul," he said, taking her hand and kissing the top of it, "Antoinette." Raising his head, he brushed back her hair and tucked it behind her hair. Her knees getting weak, she had to sit down on her bed as her cheeks burned.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I don't know what came over me…"
"It's okay, it's getting late anyways. I should retire now." Walking up to her, he leaned forward and kissed her softly, his lips lingering on hers as he pulled away. "Good night Antoinette."
E: Haha, Raoul's a man-whore…
C: Not really, though. More as…well, yes that describes him pretty well…
B: Amen…
E: Erik saw it Erik saw it! God it was…there are simply no words whatsoever to describe this wonderful movie.
B: You suck!
E: -smiles- Heard it all before!
C: They're talking about Alice in Wonderland, to anyone who is remotely interested.
E: Parfait means 'perfect'. Anyone ever seen Shrek? Remember the scene where they're in the giant field and he was explaining to Donkey how ogres were like onions? And then Donkey asked him if he was a cake then said that parfaits had to be the most perfect desert in the world?
B: …
C: …Dear, I don't think anyone remembers…
E: Alas, what can you do. Anyways, who liked the chapter! –smiles- Every single person reading this had better have their hands raised or Erik is stalk you…
C: Don't threaten them!
B: Threaten them!
E: You are confusing Erik! Stop! –takes deep breath- Okay…Okay, Erik is okay now. Ahem…
B: What is it now?
C: He has an announcement.
B: How do you know?!
C: I've known Erik for three years now.
B: And I've known Erik for four!
E: Now, ladies. I known I'm handsome and wonderful and stunning and handsome and godly and handsome, but you both must share me with my public.
C&B: Shut up.
E: …My, my. Okay, as usual, Erik would like to do an overview on the story. The wedding blah blah, Meg freaking out blah blah, ah! Anyone enjoy the whole thing with Christine nearly raping her own husband? Made me laugh my head off when she fell asleep!
C: That didn't happen in the role-
E: Sssh, my darling. Daddy's not finished.
C: What!
B: -is over in chair laughing-
E: Okay, Meg confronting Raoul blah blah. Oh! Just a note, Antoinette isn't important by much.
C: She's kinda more like a side story going on about Mr. Casanova.
E: Oh, you'll love it. Each chapter you'll learn more and more about her and it really is just to show how much of a jackass Raoul is and how little he actually doesn't cares for anyone else but himself.
C: Is that it?
E: Yes my love, now, without further notice, I implore you all to review and I will see-
B: You all next chapter!
E: You whore! Stealing my fucking lines!? They're mine!
C: -sighs- Goodbye everyone.
