Back to the Past Chapter 21: The musical Guests, a phantom of the opera fanfic

A/N: I am on a musical frenzy…I've got a request from Erik for President and I am going to take it.

Chapter 21: the musical guests!

Raoul: -comes back into the room after bawling his eyes out in the bathroom-

-suddenly there is a knock at the door-

Jenna: I'll get it! –does a dance thingy while going to the door opens the door.- yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss…sss.

Erik for President: Hi!

Jenna: Hi! Come in!

-EFP walks in with Jenna and they walk into the den and everybody turns their attention to the new girl.-

Erik: …is she ..a..

Jenna: yup!

Erik: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! –Makes crying noises and turns to Andre right next to him- they come here, they all come here. How do they find me?

Andre: -moves away from Erik-

EFP: look what I have! –Holds out DVD box-

Erik: NOOOO…wait what is it?

Jenna: the Producers! WOOT!

Efp: -grins and suddenly the box starts shaking and it floats into the air and a bright light comes from the box as three guys come out and land on the floor.-

Guy #1: oh geez what the hell just happened.

Guy #2: I don't know but this place is making me extremely nervous –takes out blue blanket and rubs it on his face-

Guy #3: Vat is goin on? I vas talkin vis my virds! And suddenly I am here!

Melissa: its Bialystock, Bloom and Liebkind!

Liebkind: How do you know our names?

Jenna: you are the producers! Well Leo and Max are you are just the writer of springtime for Hitler and Prisoners of Love.

Liebkind: how does she know all dis?

EFP: long story!

Bloom: who are all these people? I don't know them –continues to rub blankey on his face-

Bialystock: oh knock it off with that blanket! –takes blanket away from Bloom-

Bloom: -terror stricken- my blue blanket! Give me my blue blanket! AHHHHH! Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! –grabs blanket from max-

Bialystock: how come I never learn?

Everyone in the room who doesn't know the producers: –is confused-

Liebkind: -looks around the room suspiciously. And then stops at erik- You –he points at him- Do ze hop clop!

Erik: do the who what?

Liebkind: -points to the two managers- and you two do it with him!

Andre/ Firmin: umm…

Liebkind: NOW!

-Andre and Firmin get up and so does Erik and they stand next to each other and start improvising-

Liebkind: no, no, no! Zats not how you do ze hop clop!

-Music starts-

Liebkind: vatch me! (Singing) Guten tag hop hop! Guten tag Clop clop! Ach du lieber und oh boy!

And to work my magic…

Erik: Guten tag clap clap! Guten slap slap! Ach du leieber vat a joy! Oh, Ve Essen und fressen und tanze and trinken Tanzen und trinken until ve get stinkin! Everybody!

Erik/Andre/Firmin: Guten Tag hop hop
Guten Tag clop clop...

Erik: Guten Tag meine Liebe schatz So ve hop our hops Und ve clop our clops Und Ve drink our schnapps till ve plotz!

Bialystock: this seems awfully familiar…

Liebkind: -watching in happiness-

Erik: You must agree to the Siegfried Oath.

Andre/Firmin: Very well!

Erik: I solemnly svear... Andre/Firmin: I solemnly svear...

Erik: ...to obey the sacred Seigfried Oath... Andre/Firmin: ...to obey the sacred Seigfriend Oath...

Erik: ...und...

Firmin: ...und...

Andre: ...und...

Erik: ...never, never, never...

Andre/Firmin: ...never, never, never...

Erik: ...dishonor ze spirit und ze memory of Adolf Elizabeth Hitler!

Andre/Firmin: Dishonor the ... Elizabeth?

Bialystock: defiantly familiar.

Erik: Yes Elizabeth did I stutter?

Andre/Firmin: no…

Erik: Good!

Andre/Firmin: Adolf Elizabeth Hitler

Ok that's enough…for now

Erik: whoa…what just happened

Melissa: you sound good with a German accent

Erik: German accent? What are you talking about?

EFP: that was very entertaining!

Katie: lets hear a song that involves Erik and Christine!

He, he, he you got it Katie.

Erik: (singing) That face, that face
That dangerous face
I mustn't be unwise
Those lips, that nose, those eyes
Could lead to my demise
That face, that face
That marvelous face
I never should begin
Those cheeks, that neck, that chin
Will surely do me in
I must be smart
And hide my heart
If she's within a mile
If I don't duck
I'm out of luck
She'd kill me with her smile
That face, that face
That fabulous face
It's clear I must beware
I'm certain if I fall in love
I'm lost without a trace
But it's worth it...
For that face

Christine: dat face, dat face, dat lovable face…

Firmin: -cough cough-

Jenna- elbows him-

Christine: it melts my svedish heart!

Erik: im certain if I fall in love I am lost without a trace,

Christine/Erik: but it's worth it for that face!

Time for more "love" songs…he he.

Andre: No one ever made me feel like someone, 'Till him. Life was really nothing but a glum one, 'Till him. My existence bordered on the tragic. Always timid never took a chance, then I felt his magic and my heart began to dance! I was always frightened fraught with worry till him, I was going nowhere in a hurry 'Till him. He filled up my empty life filled it to the brim, there could never ever be another one like him.

Firmin: No one ever really knew me, 'Till him. Everyone was always out to screw me, 'Till him

Jenna: -cough cough-

Melissa/Katie/EFP: -giggle-

Firmin: Never met a man I ever trusted, always dealt with shysters in the past. Now im well adjusted cuz I have a friend at last!

Carlotta: (singing) Aaaaaaaahh!

Firmin: Don't help me…Always playing singles never doubles 'Till him. Never had a pal to share my troubles 'Till him.

Andre: he filled up my empty life,

Firmin and Andre: filled it to the brim

Andre: there could never ever be another one….like…him.

Firmin and Andre: -Hugs tenderly-

Raoul:-joins in the hugging-

Firmin and Andre: Get off of us you fop

Raoul: -crying- I feel so alone

Everyone: You are you fop

Raoul: Im goin to Marshall, he will comfort me

Mike: …he's a rock…

Raoul: so…

….

Raoul: you people are mean! –Grabs Marshall and runs into the next room hugging the rock tightly-

Jenna: Dumb fop and his pet rock

Katie: it's not only his pet

Melissa: yea…it's his looooooover.

Mike: again…it's a rock

Raoul: -to the rock-Just touch me and it will make me feel better

Erik: you are a sick and twisted man

Katie: you nasty

Melissa: how would a rock do that?...

Jenna: it can't! It's a freaking rock! Raoul's just has no one else to go to!

Mike: what about those aliens that made him pregnant

Jenna: no, remember they kicked him out…he was annoying them.

Christine: Raoul stop doing that I thought you were better than that having a inanimate object try to touch you

Melissa: Chrissie, he was never better than that, you were just to blind to see it.

Erik: hey! Christine was not blind!

Jenna: oh…then tell me Erik…why did it take until Raoul got abducted by aliens that she turned to you.

Erik: Because…

Jenna: Becausseeeee..

Erik: …..

Jenna: any day now Erik…

Erik: -sighs- fine she was blind… I just didn't want to hear Christine being insulted.

Christine: Aww Erik! –Gives Erik Long hug-

Erik:-Thinking to himself- ha ha Raoul, she's mine now.

Raoul: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Jenna: oh shut up!

Raoul: meanie!

Katie: here you want your rock to touch you –walks over and takes Raoul's rock away from him-

Raoul: hey….

Katie: -chucks the rock at Raoul's head- there it touched you!

Raoul: Owie! That hurt! –Makes puppy face and tears are in eyes-

Mike: Well you would get hurt when you love Christine, love a rock and get pregnant but neither Christine nor the rock is the other parent.

Erik: Inconceivable! ((A/N: No pun intended ;-) ))

Katie: wow…Raoul is a whore…

Jenna: -laughs-

Melissa: wow that's great

-now the authoress at this point remembers Bialystock, Bloom, and Leibkind are still here.-

Bialystock: wow…and I thought my life was a bit extreme…

Liebkind: gah! Tell me, are you Jerman! (german)

Raoul: -sniffling- no…im Swedish…I think…

Liebkind: -to erik- are you jerman!

Erik: no im French

Liebkind: who iz Jerman!

Jenna: im part German

Mike: me too!

Liebkind: veally? Oh! Zat is vonderful!

Jenna: ok…

Liebkind: Zen you know ze "Haben Sie Gehürt das Deutsche Band?"

Jenna: umm…kinda…

Liebkind: den zing vith me!

Liebkind: Haben sie gehort das Deutsche Band

Jenna/Mike: Haben sie..gehort das…deutshche band…

Liebkind/Mike/Jenna: Mit a bang Mit a boom Mit a bing-bang bing-bang boom
Aaah, haben sie gehort das Deutsche Band Mit a bang Mit a boo Mit a bing-bang bing-bang boom

Russian folksongs und French oo-la-la Can't compare with a German oom-pah-pah!

Ve're sayin'...Haben sie gehort das Deutsche Band Mit a zetz, mit a zap, mit a zing...

Polish polkas, they're stupid und they're rotten It don't mean a thing if it ain't got that Schweigen-reigen-schone-schutzen-schmutzen sauerbraten!

Liebkind: -to melissa who is now seated at the piano- Key change!

Liebkind/Mike/Jenna: Ve're sayin'...Haben sie gehort das Deutsche Band Mit a zetz, mit a zap, mit azing...it's ze only kind of musik Zat ve huns und our honeys Love to sing!

END SHOW!

A/N: a little abrupt ending I know but I didn't have any more ideas...but I do for the next chapter…Hehehe…no more musicals…for now :-D