blockquote
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The flames on stage shoot into the air, coming from some hidden place in the flooring of the stage. Loud, violent, passionate music takes over Christine's mind. PHANTOMS lead singer sings and screams his heart out. Sweat dripping down his face as he moves to his music, cut eyes and a wide smile makes his face as he continues to sing./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Christine's moves to the music, filling her ears, and her soul. Bodies move in tandem on the floor, the pit crowded, pushing up against each and everyone in one orgy like mass, skin to skin, hands everywhere./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Christine's eyes scan over the stage, her voice loud and from the pit of her stomach as she screams to the lyrics, much like everyone else. Then it hits her, Erik Destler, The Phantom, The masked genius. Is looking at her. Two mismatched iris' boring into hers./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"More flames./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Sweat pours down her forehead, streaking black eye makeup. Hands falling against her body, feet daring to step on her own./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"A scream, not a fangirl...not part of the song. A blood-curdling scream. Terror. The heat starts to rise. Blood flows to her cheeks, but sweat continues to pour. She dares open her eyes, sweat stinging. Orange fills her vision, flicking tongues of yellow and orange./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Fire, on the ceiling. Yellow tongues cover the ceiling. What happened?/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Bodies that were once moving together, run amuck against each other, bodies here and there running right into one another. Erik no longer sang, music no longer played. The room silent except for screams and footsteps. The bodies Christine so hoped to avoid, move in on her. The gate stops her fall but catches her in the ribs, knocking the needed air out of her lungs./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The fight for oxygen in the cramped space becomes dire as smoke fills the room. Feet trample her hands and legs, how she ended up on the floor somewhat unknown to her. Her lungs gasp as she pants trying to find her way back to her feet, but the fight takes over and her vision is covered in black./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"For what seems like an eternity her face is against the stone, cool but the pressing problem was the unbearing heat against her body. She feels weightless as a set of sturdy arms pick her up, her face against moist skin, and soon the struggle to breath is no more. Her lungs full of fresh new air, her eyes slowly open just enough to see skin, ink embedded skin, before she retires to sleep once again./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""You awake crypt keeper…?"/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The voice though low and gruff speaks like a melody in her ears. Her eyes open to the interior of a tour bus, at least that's what she thinks it is. Long interior with bunks and seats fill her vision. Her body seems to be on a normal bed at the back. She turns to look at him./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Erik Destler, The phantom lay clad on a bunk in front of her, his face still adorned with the half mask. A low-cut black tank top exposes his chest, tattoos on display. His neck adorned with the spinal column, moving into the sternum and clavicle all negative space filled until his chest became clear, multiple tattoos covering the bare skin along with scars./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Ye.. yes I'm awake, and your The phantom, where am I?" Christine's eyes widened to her musical idol, soon noticing she was clothed except for her boots. "You took off my shoes…"/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""I was not gonna let you lay in my bed with boots, so yes, I took them off, and The phantoms my stage name, its Erik. Also, you are in my tour bus, on my bed."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Oh...I'm Chris, Christine, everyone calls me Chris…" Chris said out with a slight chuckle, wiping her cheek, black face paint transferring to her fingers, her other hand shooting out for a shake as she wiped her black stained hand on her shirt. "I'm sorry to bother you I'm sure I can leavebr /soon"/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Corpse paint suits you crypt keeper, and you're fine Chris. You did pass out in a room of smoke and fire, and were trampled on...funny enough you were the only person that fell" He let out a loud guffaw, standing up and walking through a door, the sounds of running water is heard through the wall before coming back with a wet hand cloth./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Why did you take me here, where ambulances not called to the...FUCK! Did it burn down? The halls still standing right it was just a small fire... Right?" She stands up, her fingers running over every inch of her body in a desperate plea, before her phone buzzes in her pocket, her hand grabbing it./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Yo...Chris you good?"/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""I work there! I'm sound and lighting, I take charge whenever the costume rooms used. If it's down, I'm out of a job…" she grabbed the washcloth and started wiping down her face, a small sigh leaving as the cool water touched her skin. Her free hand on her phone opened it up."Oh shit…" she muttered out softly./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""What?"/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""It's gone…."/p
/blockquote
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The flames on stage shoot into the air, coming from some hidden place in the flooring of the stage. Loud, violent, passionate music takes over Christine's mind. PHANTOMS lead singer sings and screams his heart out. Sweat dripping down his face as he moves to his music, cut eyes and a wide smile makes his face as he continues to sing./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Christine's moves to the music, filling her ears, and her soul. Bodies move in tandem on the floor, the pit crowded, pushing up against each and everyone in one orgy like mass, skin to skin, hands everywhere./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Christine's eyes scan over the stage, her voice loud and from the pit of her stomach as she screams to the lyrics, much like everyone else. Then it hits her, Erik Destler, The Phantom, The masked genius. Is looking at her. Two mismatched iris' boring into hers./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"More flames./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Sweat pours down her forehead, streaking black eye makeup. Hands falling against her body, feet daring to step on her own./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"A scream, not a fangirl...not part of the song. A blood-curdling scream. Terror. The heat starts to rise. Blood flows to her cheeks, but sweat continues to pour. She dares open her eyes, sweat stinging. Orange fills her vision, flicking tongues of yellow and orange./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Fire, on the ceiling. Yellow tongues cover the ceiling. What happened?/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Bodies that were once moving together, run amuck against each other, bodies here and there running right into one another. Erik no longer sang, music no longer played. The room silent except for screams and footsteps. The bodies Christine so hoped to avoid, move in on her. The gate stops her fall but catches her in the ribs, knocking the needed air out of her lungs./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The fight for oxygen in the cramped space becomes dire as smoke fills the room. Feet trample her hands and legs, how she ended up on the floor somewhat unknown to her. Her lungs gasp as she pants trying to find her way back to her feet, but the fight takes over and her vision is covered in black./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"For what seems like an eternity her face is against the stone, cool but the pressing problem was the unbearing heat against her body. She feels weightless as a set of sturdy arms pick her up, her face against moist skin, and soon the struggle to breath is no more. Her lungs full of fresh new air, her eyes slowly open just enough to see skin, ink embedded skin, before she retires to sleep once again./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""You awake crypt keeper…?"/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The voice though low and gruff speaks like a melody in her ears. Her eyes open to the interior of a tour bus, at least that's what she thinks it is. Long interior with bunks and seats fill her vision. Her body seems to be on a normal bed at the back. She turns to look at him./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Erik Destler, The phantom lay clad on a bunk in front of her, his face still adorned with the half mask. A low-cut black tank top exposes his chest, tattoos on display. His neck adorned with the spinal column, moving into the sternum and clavicle all negative space filled until his chest became clear, multiple tattoos covering the bare skin along with scars./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Ye.. yes I'm awake, and your The phantom, where am I?" Christine's eyes widened to her musical idol, soon noticing she was clothed except for her boots. "You took off my shoes…"/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""I was not gonna let you lay in my bed with boots, so yes, I took them off, and The phantoms my stage name, its Erik. Also, you are in my tour bus, on my bed."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Oh...I'm Chris, Christine, everyone calls me Chris…" Chris said out with a slight chuckle, wiping her cheek, black face paint transferring to her fingers, her other hand shooting out for a shake as she wiped her black stained hand on her shirt. "I'm sorry to bother you I'm sure I can leavebr /soon"/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Corpse paint suits you crypt keeper, and you're fine Chris. You did pass out in a room of smoke and fire, and were trampled on...funny enough you were the only person that fell" He let out a loud guffaw, standing up and walking through a door, the sounds of running water is heard through the wall before coming back with a wet hand cloth./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Why did you take me here, where ambulances not called to the...FUCK! Did it burn down? The halls still standing right it was just a small fire... Right?" She stands up, her fingers running over every inch of her body in a desperate plea, before her phone buzzes in her pocket, her hand grabbing it./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Yo...Chris you good?"/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""I work there! I'm sound and lighting, I take charge whenever the costume rooms used. If it's down, I'm out of a job…" she grabbed the washcloth and started wiping down her face, a small sigh leaving as the cool water touched her skin. Her free hand on her phone opened it up."Oh shit…" she muttered out softly./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""What?"/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""It's gone…."/p
/blockquote