THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA:
The Hatred of Raoul, "Notes" and "Tales from the Crypt of Writers Block."
George Smillie
Dear Author, Just a word of warning. Don't screw around with me from now. I shall take my revenge if you write some more. I truly find, the Hatred of Raoul which you have very proudly written has received some mixed reviews and I am truly out of character once more!!
Your reluctant "friend," ERIK
The note I would imagine from Erik should he be able to read the 'Hatred of Raoul.' Perhaps not so many 'mixed' reviews, but I have often wondered of changing it, or at one point deleting it! But I enjoyed writing it. Most of the time. Apart from the start. And some points in the middle. And at the end. Er . . . included in my notes is the long lost Epilogue, long lost because I thought it sounded funny.
THE EPILOUGE:
"Its cold up here . . . I want your cloak . . . where's my hairbrush?" Raoul whined, pouting on a cloud in a white robe. He looked across to the other cloud to see Erik and Christine, kissing gently and embracing constantly. Erik broke the kiss. "Shut up fop." He threw a dart at Raoul's face. For the fifth time in the eternal day, Raoul ripped the dart out of his eye. "Stop it!" A sly smile spread across Erik's face as he returned to Christine. He pulled away the red curtain on their cloud. Raoul sighed. It was going to be a long eternity.
Pretty short huh? OK im going to level with you. It wasn't long lost, I just made it up write now. Heh heh heh. Oh what's this? *Picks up letter.* Red ink . . . great.
Dear Author, Did I not just warn you? Or possibly you have gone blind. If you tangle with me only one more time, you will find, that heaven isn't all its meant to be! Your angry "friend" ERIK
OK . . . that's not a good thing. Er . . . and now on a final note, I hate Raoul. I truly truly hate him. That should get me in the Phantom's good books . . .
(Suddenly, ERIK's voice is heard out of nowhere)
ERIK: I have a name!
Er . . . yes Erik's good books.
ERIK: And I don't have a good book!
Uh . . . but of course. And anyway, on a final note . . . *looks around nervously* a beautiful organ piece written by myself. *wanders over to organ, and begins to play loudly and terribly* Been a while since I've practised. Hang on, is that a chandelier flying towards m- *SPLAT!!!*
And now, my special thanks go out to all the people who reviewed, but especially to Juliette, who helped me with a lot of my ideas. Also thanks to the horrificly slow, but eventually efficient, system of FanFiction.net
And as for Erik? Im going to write more! And there's nothing you can do about i- *Is squished by a giant chandelier. Suddenly, Erik's evil laughter emerges from nowhere.*
ERIK: Heh heh heh heh . . . . MWA Ha Ha Ha Ha Haaaa!!!!
THE END, NOTHING MORE!
The Hatred of Raoul, "Notes" and "Tales from the Crypt of Writers Block."
George Smillie
Dear Author, Just a word of warning. Don't screw around with me from now. I shall take my revenge if you write some more. I truly find, the Hatred of Raoul which you have very proudly written has received some mixed reviews and I am truly out of character once more!!
Your reluctant "friend," ERIK
The note I would imagine from Erik should he be able to read the 'Hatred of Raoul.' Perhaps not so many 'mixed' reviews, but I have often wondered of changing it, or at one point deleting it! But I enjoyed writing it. Most of the time. Apart from the start. And some points in the middle. And at the end. Er . . . included in my notes is the long lost Epilogue, long lost because I thought it sounded funny.
THE EPILOUGE:
"Its cold up here . . . I want your cloak . . . where's my hairbrush?" Raoul whined, pouting on a cloud in a white robe. He looked across to the other cloud to see Erik and Christine, kissing gently and embracing constantly. Erik broke the kiss. "Shut up fop." He threw a dart at Raoul's face. For the fifth time in the eternal day, Raoul ripped the dart out of his eye. "Stop it!" A sly smile spread across Erik's face as he returned to Christine. He pulled away the red curtain on their cloud. Raoul sighed. It was going to be a long eternity.
Pretty short huh? OK im going to level with you. It wasn't long lost, I just made it up write now. Heh heh heh. Oh what's this? *Picks up letter.* Red ink . . . great.
Dear Author, Did I not just warn you? Or possibly you have gone blind. If you tangle with me only one more time, you will find, that heaven isn't all its meant to be! Your angry "friend" ERIK
OK . . . that's not a good thing. Er . . . and now on a final note, I hate Raoul. I truly truly hate him. That should get me in the Phantom's good books . . .
(Suddenly, ERIK's voice is heard out of nowhere)
ERIK: I have a name!
Er . . . yes Erik's good books.
ERIK: And I don't have a good book!
Uh . . . but of course. And anyway, on a final note . . . *looks around nervously* a beautiful organ piece written by myself. *wanders over to organ, and begins to play loudly and terribly* Been a while since I've practised. Hang on, is that a chandelier flying towards m- *SPLAT!!!*
And now, my special thanks go out to all the people who reviewed, but especially to Juliette, who helped me with a lot of my ideas. Also thanks to the horrificly slow, but eventually efficient, system of FanFiction.net
And as for Erik? Im going to write more! And there's nothing you can do about i- *Is squished by a giant chandelier. Suddenly, Erik's evil laughter emerges from nowhere.*
ERIK: Heh heh heh heh . . . . MWA Ha Ha Ha Ha Haaaa!!!!
THE END, NOTHING MORE!