A/N:
RubyMoon2:
WAHOOOOO! Hey there! Sorry about the long, long wait (yeah, right, like you were waiting) for this next chapter. Erica (Vampiress787) never sent me a snail mail...by the way...GRRRRR! She's sitting next to me (spending the night! ::throws a party::) ( Anyway, point is, here's chapter two. Happy, happy, happy!
Sorry. I'm suffering from lack of sleep...Fell asleep (finally) at about 1:20 AM and woke up 5:00 AM for Seminary (early morning fun religion class...needs to start LATER). Anyway. You are not here for my life story.
Or are you?
Ja Ne!
Vampiress787:
Yes, as she said I am spending the night. And I got a series of really interesting memories last night. Scary. You know Phantom unmasking in Gaston Leroux's? Double it. (RubyMoon2: No, triple it.) Yeah, that's more like it. Let's just say every time I close my eyes I see it.
Anyway, here is long-awaited chapter two. And hopefully, late-night we'll be able to type up one of our favorites, Phantom Pushover. You'll love it. (RubyMoon2: I think we told them that over and over again last chapter...) Do you think they're really waiting for it? (No.) Aw, too bad. Actually, shortly after, it gets...you'll see. (No kidding.) I've said too much as it is, even though I don't talk way as much as RubyMoon2. (Thank you!) You're welcome.
Enjoy the chapter. And please, R/R.
~
In case you've forgotten...
THE ACTRESSES:
RubyMoon2 as...
Theresa Dubois, Firmin, the Doctor (who finally enters), Elizabeth Lamb (yeah, right. She says nothing!) and, of course...ERIK, THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. Or, if you've read the Opera House Mysteries, Kagetsu...can't...say. If you want to read it, I strongly suggest it! Just don't do what I did- DO NOT read it when it's dark and raining. (Vampiress: We/I read it last night, when it was dark {NANI! You? I READ ALL OF IT OUT LOUD! What do you mean we/you?}). That brought back my horrible memory (Don't ask).
Vampiress787 as...
Jacquelyn Debarborac, Jean DeLecon, Andre, Nadir Khan (later, that's why he wasn't mentioned at first, because when I typed up the first chapter, he wasn't in it at all and he got mad) and...that's it!
//=italics and thoughts. Example: /I wish you all would review!/ Or "Gee, I /wish/ you all would review!"
^^= italics within thoughts (thanks for the idea, PhantomessAbigail). Example: /I ^do so^ wish they will all review!/
~~= Start and end of story. No example needed. At least, I hope not. Vampiress: You're not related to Andre, are you?
~
Chapter Two: The Accident
"FIRMIN! ANDRE!" A resounding, furious, yet angelic voice echoed in the office. Jean jerked back, startled. Firmin and Andre moaned. They looked annoyed and despairing.
"I thought I told you to replace the third chair clarinet!"
"Madame Jeanette Vallincourt is a fine clarinet player." Andre mumbled. Jean had sat back down and was calmly listening as if it were an everyday thing.
"Do you DARE undermine me?"
"No, no, Mousier le Fantom- it is simply that-"
"Simply what, Monsieur?"
Andre couldn't seem to find what to say.
"Precisely!
Silence. Jean stood.
"Perhaps this is not the time, Monsieur's. I shall take my leave."
Seemingly right in time. As the door closed the 'Phantom' began insulting the managers to no end.
*****
Lead Tenor- Jean DeLecon Lead Soprano- Jacquelyn Debarborac Lead Second Soprano- Theresa Dubois
No need to read any further. (A/N: Not you, her!)
Jacquelyn went to the manager's office and knocked on the door.
"Who is it?"
"Um, Mademoiselle Debarborac."
"Come in!" another sharp voice.
She stepped in shyly.
"Monsieur's? I was just wondering if you might have a room open?"
"Once again, no, we do not. Would people stop asking us that?" Firmin wondered.
"I understand." She said quietly and nodded her head and turned and left.
As soon as she got out of the door she started to cry silently.
A moment later, a purely angelic voice spoke.
"Mademoiselle?" it said softly.
She gasped, startled. She glanced around, looking for the source of this beautiful voice.
"Do not be frightened. I believe I know of a place here you may stay- but you mustn't tell anyone."
She bent her head down and wiped away the remaining tears. She paused at a loss of words. She finally managed to stumble the only two words she could think of:
"Thank you."
She suddenly felt a key in her hand.
"You're welcome, Mademoiselle." And it was gone.
She looked on the key for the room number and went there.
*****
"Fantastic. Rehearsals tonight. At seven." Theresa mumbled, already walking to the Opera house from her house. She had already been walking an hour. She'd be able to be there in maybe another- /HIDE./ Came a voice in her head when she recognized the man inside that carriage.
Instead of hiding, she kept her face down and walked faster.
/Please, don't see me, don't see me.../
"Ah, Mademoiselle Dubois. Are you going to the rehearsal?"
/Well. That's a stupid question./ he thought to himself.
"Um, yes."
"It's quite a long walk from here, and you are carrying apples and another book. What sort of gentleman would I be if I didn't offer you a ride?"
/Don't see me blushing, pleeease./ Theresa thought.
"Oh. No, thank you, Monsieur, I can walk."
"Oh, come now, you can't be serious. Besides, walking would most likely make you late. Please, I insist I should give you a ride." He said kindly and open-heartedly.
She paused in her walking to think about it.
/Okay, what's wrong with him? He's like this and STILL not married? Well, I may as well accept...save my feet for the walk home. Mmmm. Good idea./
"Well...alright, thank you." She said and walking up to the carriage. As she walked up he stepped out of the carriage, then offered a hand to help her in.
"Thank you."
"You're quite welcome, Mademoiselle."
/No one on earth can be THIS polite and thoughtful and handsome and sweet and...still be single. Where's the catch? Where's the skeleton?/ Theresa thought as she tried to hide the fact she was blushing furiously.
*****
Jacquelyn was singing. Jean joined her. The two of them was like hearing two angels in heaven.
A scream. A loud CRASH!
A Backdrop had fallen and loud, maniacal laughter rang throughout the Opera.
Almost angelic laughter.
Jacquelyn twisted, and fell off the stage. Jean, a quick reactor, barely missed grabbing hold of her.
Theresa ran down and looked at her.
"You're really lucky, it's only sprained..." she looked at Jacquelyn.
"Um...I suppose. What happened?"
"Oh, someone must have dropped a backdrop. But I don't know about that laughter..." Jacquelyn had a blank look. "Are you alright?" Theresa asked her.
"Uhm...um...uhm...I...yes, I'm alright. I can continue if the managers wish."
"Not on that, you couldn't. The performance is in only a week."
"But-"
The doctor ran up.
"Clear!" he shouted. Theresa went back up to the stage. She saw out of the corner of her eyes Jean looking like he was beating himself up for not catching her in time. Theresa thought about letting him know it wasn't his fault or something like that of the sort but then figured that would be entirely idiotic and that her feet couldn't seem to move in that direction, anyway.
"Doctor," Jacquelyn asked, "Is there any chance I could still perform the Opera? I wouldn't want to let anyone down."
"Loyal, are you? Well, no, sorry, Mademoiselle, but you aren't going much of anywhere on this ankle. If you find another one, well..." he winked at he and picked her up. "Now, where are you staying?"
Jacquelyn looked uncertain. With a pause of silence she managed to say something.
"I'm quite sure, Doctor, that I am able to make it to where I am staying. Besides, I am sure you have other things to do, and well..."
"Nonsense. Besides, it would put your ankle in far worse condition. Now, where are you staying?"
"Doctor, please..." she lowered her voice so that only the Doctor could hear. "I promised I wouldn't show anyone or tell them. Please understand. I'm sure I can manage."
"It would be against my job rules and personal standards to have you go from here to where it is. The secrets safe with me, but you are not walking."
"Doctor, I have never broken a promise in my like and I won't start now. I must insist that you not take me."
A pause.
Jacquelyn heard something of a whisper somewhere, and then-
"Well, I suppose that promise won't be broken after all." The Doctor said and began walking.
~
~RubyMoon's Secret Place~
RubyMoon2: Er...
~RubyMoon's 'Secret' Place~
RubyMoon2: Better! ::looks around at all the Leafe Knights, Card Captor Sakura and Phantom of the Opera Characters gathered in her secret place drinking coffee and discussing odd things:: I NEED A NEW SECRET PLACE!
Roselyn: No kidding. I'm here, and ElisaAngel and Vampiress787 and-
RubyMoon: OUCH!
Roselyn: Hayate.
RubyMoon: ::being beat up:: Help...
ElisaAngel: I think that's enough, Hayate. I think that's enough revenge for...what was it? Was he the one you hit with the apple, or was it Goh?
RubyMoon: Hayate.
ElisaAngel: Back off, Hayate.
Roselyn: Before I become Richiya!
Vampiress787: Do leave her alone. Or...
RubyMoon: Um....ouch...Vampiress, there's not much you can...ow!...do.
Vampiress787: Not I, Veronica.
RubyMoon: Not much she could- ow- do, either.
Hayate: Okay, done...for now.
RubyMoon: Grrr. Just as long as you keep Goh and Mannen...and Yue...and Erik away from me, it's cool.
Vampiress: Don't 'grrr', that's mine.
RubyMoon: Not copyrighted, thank you very much. And I'd like to meet the idiot who would try to copyright it.
Roselyn: No kidding.
Vampiress: ::giving RubyMoon 'the' look::
RubyMoon: ::sticks her tongue out at Vampiress:: Anyway, hope you enjoyed it! I love the Doctor, don't you? ^_^
Idiot: Did someone call me?
RubyMoon: Someone kill the idiot. I know there's a bunch of people up for it. Oh, I am so mean, but he's not invited. In fact, /NONE/ of you are invited! What the heck are you doing here? Get out! MY place! MINE! Read the title! MINE!
Vampiress787: Do I care?
RubyMoon: No, but you're leaving anyway.
Vampiress: 'Mayhap I will, mayhap I won't.' (The Stand)
RubyMoon: Mayhap you better, or else Roselyn will sick Richiya on you. Oh, and by the way...I hate you. I am SO going to stop watching my back, starting NOW!
Vampiress: Yummy. Dinner. ::smiles, and flashes fangs towards RubyMoon::
Richiya (who was previously Roselyn): Hey there.
RubyMoon: ::smiles evilly:: Hi Richiya.
Vampiress: Hmph.
Richiya: Careful what you do or say, it may come back to you. ::smirks::
::In VERY LOUD, HIGH, LOUD LOUD LOUD 'SPEAKERS', IT SOUDS 'YUMMY. DINNER.' Deafening to anyone who hears it, which is only Vampiress, since Richiya blocks the sound from the others using her strongest power::
Vampiress: I'm so glad I can tune things out.
Richiya: Oh, really? Wonderful! ::smiles happily:: Bye-bye. ::Richya starts walking out::
RubyMoon: Wait, where are you going? Wait!
Richiya ::has 'left'::
Vampiress: I'll get you some other time. I have a very...delicate person on the menu tonight. ::attempts to leave::
RubyMoon: Hah! ARIGATO, RICHIYA-CHAN!
Vampiress: Then I guess I'll have you now.
RubyMoon: ::laughing hysterically:: You mean you HAVEN'T NOTICED?
Vampiress: ::cannot move a muscle::
Richiya: How about you say 'I'm sorry, I won't eat you?' to Ruby?
(RubyMoon2: Here I have a problem. A short while before this Erica and I had a sort of wordless fight. She wanted to do something {even though she has no clue who Richiya is and therefore I'm wondering how she figures she can overpower Richiya} , and I knew it couldn't happen. So, now I a choice. I can either upset Ruby, of which she would totally embarrass me and yell endlessly about me not portraying Richiya correctly, not to mention nice little letters from her friend V. OR I can upset my best friend and have her mad at me for the rest of the weekend and not keep a promise, which honestly, is not near as bad as what Ruby and V can do to me.
So, I have one choice.)
Vampiress: ::disappears::
RubyMoon: NO! Richiya! I'm dead!
Richya: How the HECK did she do that? ::thinks about it:: Oh, well. It won't work again.
RubyMoon: R/R all. Ja Ne.
RubyMoon2:
WAHOOOOO! Hey there! Sorry about the long, long wait (yeah, right, like you were waiting) for this next chapter. Erica (Vampiress787) never sent me a snail mail...by the way...GRRRRR! She's sitting next to me (spending the night! ::throws a party::) ( Anyway, point is, here's chapter two. Happy, happy, happy!
Sorry. I'm suffering from lack of sleep...Fell asleep (finally) at about 1:20 AM and woke up 5:00 AM for Seminary (early morning fun religion class...needs to start LATER). Anyway. You are not here for my life story.
Or are you?
Ja Ne!
Vampiress787:
Yes, as she said I am spending the night. And I got a series of really interesting memories last night. Scary. You know Phantom unmasking in Gaston Leroux's? Double it. (RubyMoon2: No, triple it.) Yeah, that's more like it. Let's just say every time I close my eyes I see it.
Anyway, here is long-awaited chapter two. And hopefully, late-night we'll be able to type up one of our favorites, Phantom Pushover. You'll love it. (RubyMoon2: I think we told them that over and over again last chapter...) Do you think they're really waiting for it? (No.) Aw, too bad. Actually, shortly after, it gets...you'll see. (No kidding.) I've said too much as it is, even though I don't talk way as much as RubyMoon2. (Thank you!) You're welcome.
Enjoy the chapter. And please, R/R.
~
In case you've forgotten...
THE ACTRESSES:
RubyMoon2 as...
Theresa Dubois, Firmin, the Doctor (who finally enters), Elizabeth Lamb (yeah, right. She says nothing!) and, of course...ERIK, THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. Or, if you've read the Opera House Mysteries, Kagetsu...can't...say. If you want to read it, I strongly suggest it! Just don't do what I did- DO NOT read it when it's dark and raining. (Vampiress: We/I read it last night, when it was dark {NANI! You? I READ ALL OF IT OUT LOUD! What do you mean we/you?}). That brought back my horrible memory (Don't ask).
Vampiress787 as...
Jacquelyn Debarborac, Jean DeLecon, Andre, Nadir Khan (later, that's why he wasn't mentioned at first, because when I typed up the first chapter, he wasn't in it at all and he got mad) and...that's it!
//=italics and thoughts. Example: /I wish you all would review!/ Or "Gee, I /wish/ you all would review!"
^^= italics within thoughts (thanks for the idea, PhantomessAbigail). Example: /I ^do so^ wish they will all review!/
~~= Start and end of story. No example needed. At least, I hope not. Vampiress: You're not related to Andre, are you?
~
Chapter Two: The Accident
"FIRMIN! ANDRE!" A resounding, furious, yet angelic voice echoed in the office. Jean jerked back, startled. Firmin and Andre moaned. They looked annoyed and despairing.
"I thought I told you to replace the third chair clarinet!"
"Madame Jeanette Vallincourt is a fine clarinet player." Andre mumbled. Jean had sat back down and was calmly listening as if it were an everyday thing.
"Do you DARE undermine me?"
"No, no, Mousier le Fantom- it is simply that-"
"Simply what, Monsieur?"
Andre couldn't seem to find what to say.
"Precisely!
Silence. Jean stood.
"Perhaps this is not the time, Monsieur's. I shall take my leave."
Seemingly right in time. As the door closed the 'Phantom' began insulting the managers to no end.
*****
Lead Tenor- Jean DeLecon Lead Soprano- Jacquelyn Debarborac Lead Second Soprano- Theresa Dubois
No need to read any further. (A/N: Not you, her!)
Jacquelyn went to the manager's office and knocked on the door.
"Who is it?"
"Um, Mademoiselle Debarborac."
"Come in!" another sharp voice.
She stepped in shyly.
"Monsieur's? I was just wondering if you might have a room open?"
"Once again, no, we do not. Would people stop asking us that?" Firmin wondered.
"I understand." She said quietly and nodded her head and turned and left.
As soon as she got out of the door she started to cry silently.
A moment later, a purely angelic voice spoke.
"Mademoiselle?" it said softly.
She gasped, startled. She glanced around, looking for the source of this beautiful voice.
"Do not be frightened. I believe I know of a place here you may stay- but you mustn't tell anyone."
She bent her head down and wiped away the remaining tears. She paused at a loss of words. She finally managed to stumble the only two words she could think of:
"Thank you."
She suddenly felt a key in her hand.
"You're welcome, Mademoiselle." And it was gone.
She looked on the key for the room number and went there.
*****
"Fantastic. Rehearsals tonight. At seven." Theresa mumbled, already walking to the Opera house from her house. She had already been walking an hour. She'd be able to be there in maybe another- /HIDE./ Came a voice in her head when she recognized the man inside that carriage.
Instead of hiding, she kept her face down and walked faster.
/Please, don't see me, don't see me.../
"Ah, Mademoiselle Dubois. Are you going to the rehearsal?"
/Well. That's a stupid question./ he thought to himself.
"Um, yes."
"It's quite a long walk from here, and you are carrying apples and another book. What sort of gentleman would I be if I didn't offer you a ride?"
/Don't see me blushing, pleeease./ Theresa thought.
"Oh. No, thank you, Monsieur, I can walk."
"Oh, come now, you can't be serious. Besides, walking would most likely make you late. Please, I insist I should give you a ride." He said kindly and open-heartedly.
She paused in her walking to think about it.
/Okay, what's wrong with him? He's like this and STILL not married? Well, I may as well accept...save my feet for the walk home. Mmmm. Good idea./
"Well...alright, thank you." She said and walking up to the carriage. As she walked up he stepped out of the carriage, then offered a hand to help her in.
"Thank you."
"You're quite welcome, Mademoiselle."
/No one on earth can be THIS polite and thoughtful and handsome and sweet and...still be single. Where's the catch? Where's the skeleton?/ Theresa thought as she tried to hide the fact she was blushing furiously.
*****
Jacquelyn was singing. Jean joined her. The two of them was like hearing two angels in heaven.
A scream. A loud CRASH!
A Backdrop had fallen and loud, maniacal laughter rang throughout the Opera.
Almost angelic laughter.
Jacquelyn twisted, and fell off the stage. Jean, a quick reactor, barely missed grabbing hold of her.
Theresa ran down and looked at her.
"You're really lucky, it's only sprained..." she looked at Jacquelyn.
"Um...I suppose. What happened?"
"Oh, someone must have dropped a backdrop. But I don't know about that laughter..." Jacquelyn had a blank look. "Are you alright?" Theresa asked her.
"Uhm...um...uhm...I...yes, I'm alright. I can continue if the managers wish."
"Not on that, you couldn't. The performance is in only a week."
"But-"
The doctor ran up.
"Clear!" he shouted. Theresa went back up to the stage. She saw out of the corner of her eyes Jean looking like he was beating himself up for not catching her in time. Theresa thought about letting him know it wasn't his fault or something like that of the sort but then figured that would be entirely idiotic and that her feet couldn't seem to move in that direction, anyway.
"Doctor," Jacquelyn asked, "Is there any chance I could still perform the Opera? I wouldn't want to let anyone down."
"Loyal, are you? Well, no, sorry, Mademoiselle, but you aren't going much of anywhere on this ankle. If you find another one, well..." he winked at he and picked her up. "Now, where are you staying?"
Jacquelyn looked uncertain. With a pause of silence she managed to say something.
"I'm quite sure, Doctor, that I am able to make it to where I am staying. Besides, I am sure you have other things to do, and well..."
"Nonsense. Besides, it would put your ankle in far worse condition. Now, where are you staying?"
"Doctor, please..." she lowered her voice so that only the Doctor could hear. "I promised I wouldn't show anyone or tell them. Please understand. I'm sure I can manage."
"It would be against my job rules and personal standards to have you go from here to where it is. The secrets safe with me, but you are not walking."
"Doctor, I have never broken a promise in my like and I won't start now. I must insist that you not take me."
A pause.
Jacquelyn heard something of a whisper somewhere, and then-
"Well, I suppose that promise won't be broken after all." The Doctor said and began walking.
~
~RubyMoon's Secret Place~
RubyMoon2: Er...
~RubyMoon's 'Secret' Place~
RubyMoon2: Better! ::looks around at all the Leafe Knights, Card Captor Sakura and Phantom of the Opera Characters gathered in her secret place drinking coffee and discussing odd things:: I NEED A NEW SECRET PLACE!
Roselyn: No kidding. I'm here, and ElisaAngel and Vampiress787 and-
RubyMoon: OUCH!
Roselyn: Hayate.
RubyMoon: ::being beat up:: Help...
ElisaAngel: I think that's enough, Hayate. I think that's enough revenge for...what was it? Was he the one you hit with the apple, or was it Goh?
RubyMoon: Hayate.
ElisaAngel: Back off, Hayate.
Roselyn: Before I become Richiya!
Vampiress787: Do leave her alone. Or...
RubyMoon: Um....ouch...Vampiress, there's not much you can...ow!...do.
Vampiress787: Not I, Veronica.
RubyMoon: Not much she could- ow- do, either.
Hayate: Okay, done...for now.
RubyMoon: Grrr. Just as long as you keep Goh and Mannen...and Yue...and Erik away from me, it's cool.
Vampiress: Don't 'grrr', that's mine.
RubyMoon: Not copyrighted, thank you very much. And I'd like to meet the idiot who would try to copyright it.
Roselyn: No kidding.
Vampiress: ::giving RubyMoon 'the' look::
RubyMoon: ::sticks her tongue out at Vampiress:: Anyway, hope you enjoyed it! I love the Doctor, don't you? ^_^
Idiot: Did someone call me?
RubyMoon: Someone kill the idiot. I know there's a bunch of people up for it. Oh, I am so mean, but he's not invited. In fact, /NONE/ of you are invited! What the heck are you doing here? Get out! MY place! MINE! Read the title! MINE!
Vampiress787: Do I care?
RubyMoon: No, but you're leaving anyway.
Vampiress: 'Mayhap I will, mayhap I won't.' (The Stand)
RubyMoon: Mayhap you better, or else Roselyn will sick Richiya on you. Oh, and by the way...I hate you. I am SO going to stop watching my back, starting NOW!
Vampiress: Yummy. Dinner. ::smiles, and flashes fangs towards RubyMoon::
Richiya (who was previously Roselyn): Hey there.
RubyMoon: ::smiles evilly:: Hi Richiya.
Vampiress: Hmph.
Richiya: Careful what you do or say, it may come back to you. ::smirks::
::In VERY LOUD, HIGH, LOUD LOUD LOUD 'SPEAKERS', IT SOUDS 'YUMMY. DINNER.' Deafening to anyone who hears it, which is only Vampiress, since Richiya blocks the sound from the others using her strongest power::
Vampiress: I'm so glad I can tune things out.
Richiya: Oh, really? Wonderful! ::smiles happily:: Bye-bye. ::Richya starts walking out::
RubyMoon: Wait, where are you going? Wait!
Richiya ::has 'left'::
Vampiress: I'll get you some other time. I have a very...delicate person on the menu tonight. ::attempts to leave::
RubyMoon: Hah! ARIGATO, RICHIYA-CHAN!
Vampiress: Then I guess I'll have you now.
RubyMoon: ::laughing hysterically:: You mean you HAVEN'T NOTICED?
Vampiress: ::cannot move a muscle::
Richiya: How about you say 'I'm sorry, I won't eat you?' to Ruby?
(RubyMoon2: Here I have a problem. A short while before this Erica and I had a sort of wordless fight. She wanted to do something {even though she has no clue who Richiya is and therefore I'm wondering how she figures she can overpower Richiya} , and I knew it couldn't happen. So, now I a choice. I can either upset Ruby, of which she would totally embarrass me and yell endlessly about me not portraying Richiya correctly, not to mention nice little letters from her friend V. OR I can upset my best friend and have her mad at me for the rest of the weekend and not keep a promise, which honestly, is not near as bad as what Ruby and V can do to me.
So, I have one choice.)
Vampiress: ::disappears::
RubyMoon: NO! Richiya! I'm dead!
Richya: How the HECK did she do that? ::thinks about it:: Oh, well. It won't work again.
RubyMoon: R/R all. Ja Ne.