A/N:
RubyMoon2:
WAHOOOO! FINALLY! Chapter Three. Phantom Pushover! YAYITH! ::throws a party:: You'll love it. I hope! Okay, the full title is 'Phantom Pushover and The Apology', but hey, the best is the Phantom Pushover part.
Well, I am borrowing TR from Erica, so I can update all I want! ^_^ Isn't that great? All I have to do is get Erica's A/N's.
After this chapter is 'Present and Gossip'.
And I've just looked at it, this fic is a total of 68 pages w/o authors notes. ^_^
Now the boring stuff:
We do not own The Phantom of the Opera. We do, however, own Jean DeLecon, Theresa Dubois and Jacquelyn Debarborac. And The Doctor and Elizabeth Lamb (who doesn't matter). And these interpretations of Erik, Firmin and (poor) Andre.
You may find two of these lines familiar. They are from the Waterbearer films version of 'The Phantom of the Opera'. Best part. ^_^
PLEASE REVIEW!
(little note: They say 'Lamb', but somehow Theresa becomes the replacement. There are a few holes in this fic. And this is the last Lamb's mentioned)
Well, passing on to Erica's A/N.
Vampiress787:
Hiya. Well, I think RubyMoon practically wrapped it all up (gee, thanks, RubyMoon, you left me with nothing to say). I guess I will tell you this much: Hopefully, if I can get my accursed computer to work (properly) I should be able to post a prologue to my new story, and my first single fanfiction (that I'm posting, anyway). It's called 'Secret Wolf' and it's based off of 'Wolf's Rain' (a Japanese Anime). Please check it out when it's up, it'll be under 'Vampiress787'.
Enjoy 'Phantom Pushover', my little existed ones (sleepy).
And on to the story! Oh, and forgive us. This entire fic was written while we were punch-drunk. You know, it's a lot easier to write then. You're not embarrassed to write things then.
Chapter Three: Phantom Pushover (and the Apology)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"What are we going to do now, Andre?"
"How should I know? The business is your department."
"/Everything/ is my department as far as you're concerned!"
"Weeeeell, that's not /completely/ true. I listen to them, don't I? And I put all the papers on your desk." Andre said matter-of-factily.
"Good for you. Now help me find a replacement!"
"Oh, fine! What about that Lamb girl?"
"...Oh. Right."
"What, you didn't even remember?"
"This coming from, the good-for-nothing manager?"
"Well, look at you! You were probably blown away and drooling over the other two sopranos that you were to busy to notice the others!"
"Me? I heard you daydreaming about them! You're the one who can date them, after all. Wait, what am I saying? You'd never be able to get a date with anybody!"
"Why, I never! You bald-headed, stiff-mustached, insolent blockhead!" Andre said.
"What do you need me for?" a voice wondered.
"OH, NO NOT YOU! All we need is a Phantom pushover!" said Andre.
Silence. The voice waited for the words to hit them both.
Andre and Firmin sat down. Firmin was a pale as paper, Andre red a radish.
"Well. I am a 'pushover Phantom', am I?"
Firmin glared at Andre. Andre couldn't respond, to worried for his own life.
"Perhaps I should change that sataus? How about I, say, raise my allowance by two hundred francs?"
Andre went wide-eyed.
"You wouldn't!" then Andre quickly covered his mouth with his hand. Firmin struggled not to strangle his partner. If you could call him a partner.
"You're really asking me that? Alright, then. I was just joking before, but now I must prove to you that I am capable of something like that. Alright, then, my allowance is now 700,000 fracs and it's due now."
Andre reached for the phone. Firmin had passed out.
Andre dialed. Ring. Ring. Ri-
"Hello?" came Jean DeLecon's voice.
"Ah, Jean, c-could you d-d-do me a l-little favor?"
"Are you alright, Andre? You sound scared out of your wits!"
"Of course I'm alright! I've.I've.never felt better! But the favor I must ask of you today. Could you perhaps give us 200,000 fracs?"
"Now Andre, I'm sorry to say, but I have already given you 500,000 fracs."
"Oh, really?" came an amused voice on the line somehow. "That's supposed to come out of the income of the Opera. Cheating, are you? Taking home a little extra money? I think not, Monsieur Andre."
"Ah, your other guest. I can't break his rules, now, can I?" it sounded almost as if Jean was about to laugh.
Andre joined in on his partners idea and passed out with a loud 'thud' on the floor.
A pause.
"I apologize, Monsieur, but it seemed the man you were speaking with has passed out." The voice came from the other end.
"Well, it does seem his type, doesn't it?"
"Yes, it does."
"But, I am a gentleman, and I suppose I should say one good ting about him. He did have the courage to call me."
"Or the stuipedity."
"Either way, I suppose that is a good compliment on his side. Well, at least now I know where all the money I give is going to."
"Yes...Monsieur, I would suggest not giving any more money to the Opera for a season."
"Yes, forgive me, but I have already thought of that. If you look in the little envelope it's not there. I didn't give any this month.""
"Well. Then I suppose they do still owe me 700,000 fracs."
"I'd hate to be in the old chap's shoes."
"Yes....well, I shall bid you farewell."
"Adieu."
*****
Jacquelyn was singing like an Angel. Pie Jesu. Beautiful.
She figured that if she could not sing in the Opera, she may as well exercise her voice anyway.
When she finished-
"Mademoiselle?" the voice, very soft.
She gasped and glanced around the room.
"You shall not see me in there."
"No, I suppose not."
"I apologize, Mademoiselle. No one was meant to be hurt, especially not you."
She looked pleased, yet shocked.
"Thank you. It wasn't entirely your fault. I suppose I get scared easily."
"No, no. It was my fault. But I do hope you shall be better soon. "
"Don't blame yourself. If you don't blame yourself then I won't blame myself. And don't worry, I shall be better soon."
A pause.
"Alright then, Mademoiselle. How do you like your room?"
"No words can describe it. Nor for your kindness for lending it to me."
"It is nothing."
"Oh, but Monsieur, it is. It's everything. If you had not let me stay here, I would have been turned to the streets."
"Well, then, it is a good thing I found you, then. I apologize, Mademoiselle, but I truly must be leaving."
She simply nodded her head and said,
"I understand."
"Au Revoir."
She nodded her head.
And it was gone again.
*****
The next day Theresa-at first- attempted to finally get her horse to the Opera.
Once again, it didn't work. She walked. She walked and carried her lunch (Bread, this time) and book in a basket and tried to learn the lead soprano's script. She wasn't very successful. Once again, when she was about an hour away, she saw a carriage. This time she tried looking the other way and walking even faster.
)Why am I avoiding him?( Theresa wondered, rolling her eyes. She was acting like a child...well, a younger child.
"Mademoiselle?"
)Shoot.(
"Oh, hello, Monsieur."
"Learning the script?"
"Oh, yes."
"Would you like another ride? Or would you rather walk to learn the script?"
She shrugged gracefully.
)What's the matter with you? What, you'd rather get blisters on your feet then ride with this man? He's just a man, like any other man. Except he's rich. And nice. But that shouldn't make ANY difference. What? You wouldn't accept a rise from any other man. What makes him so different?( Theresa argued with herself.
"Mademoiselle? Please forgive me, but I hardly think a shrug is an answer."
"Oh, sorry. Um-I think I'll walk, thank you."
"Well, if you insist. I suppose it's good for you. Besides, you /do/ need to learn the script. But- then again, I am the tenor and your opposite role, I could help you with it."
)I hate you,(
"Oh, well, if it's alright then....I /do. Need some help learning the script."
"Well, then shall we?"
Theresa nodded He got out, and, once again, helped her into the carriage.
) Once again.( thought Theresa
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~RubyMoon's Secret Place~
RubyMoon: Hey! Did you like it? Review! And, uh. Guess what, Vampiress? I've got Richiya, Sessumaru (sp) and Erik (after swearing to never go to his lair again, or tell anyone where it is) as my bodyguards. TAKE THAT!
Vampiress787's A/N:
You're no fun. Oh, and by the way, to take care of Sessumaru (sp) I have Inuyasha. (RubyMoon :Sess can bean Inu any day!) To take care of Erik, I have Charles. (RubyMoon: Uh...you're going to send his own son against him? And can Charles beat him anyway?) And to take care of Richiya, I have Rane. And also Jareth and Veronica to help them out. (RubyMoon: Okay, Jareth and Veronica couldn't stand a chance against Richiya, but Rane could, considering.) But, that would be no fun, would it? But I've dismissed them. I'm tired of foolish games. Besides, what would you do without your best friend to nag you all the time? (RubyMoon: HEY! I happen to recall that it was YOU who was going to eat ME.) You should know by now that I was only kidding.
::in a Charles-Dance style:: Honestly, where's your sense of humor?
(::RubyMoon in a Burt-Lancaster kind of way:: My humor?)
::Vampiress burst out laughing:: (RubyMoon ::ditto:: ) (HINT: Think Miniseries.)
RubyMoon2:
WAHOOOO! FINALLY! Chapter Three. Phantom Pushover! YAYITH! ::throws a party:: You'll love it. I hope! Okay, the full title is 'Phantom Pushover and The Apology', but hey, the best is the Phantom Pushover part.
Well, I am borrowing TR from Erica, so I can update all I want! ^_^ Isn't that great? All I have to do is get Erica's A/N's.
After this chapter is 'Present and Gossip'.
And I've just looked at it, this fic is a total of 68 pages w/o authors notes. ^_^
Now the boring stuff:
We do not own The Phantom of the Opera. We do, however, own Jean DeLecon, Theresa Dubois and Jacquelyn Debarborac. And The Doctor and Elizabeth Lamb (who doesn't matter). And these interpretations of Erik, Firmin and (poor) Andre.
You may find two of these lines familiar. They are from the Waterbearer films version of 'The Phantom of the Opera'. Best part. ^_^
PLEASE REVIEW!
(little note: They say 'Lamb', but somehow Theresa becomes the replacement. There are a few holes in this fic. And this is the last Lamb's mentioned)
Well, passing on to Erica's A/N.
Vampiress787:
Hiya. Well, I think RubyMoon practically wrapped it all up (gee, thanks, RubyMoon, you left me with nothing to say). I guess I will tell you this much: Hopefully, if I can get my accursed computer to work (properly) I should be able to post a prologue to my new story, and my first single fanfiction (that I'm posting, anyway). It's called 'Secret Wolf' and it's based off of 'Wolf's Rain' (a Japanese Anime). Please check it out when it's up, it'll be under 'Vampiress787'.
Enjoy 'Phantom Pushover', my little existed ones (sleepy).
And on to the story! Oh, and forgive us. This entire fic was written while we were punch-drunk. You know, it's a lot easier to write then. You're not embarrassed to write things then.
Chapter Three: Phantom Pushover (and the Apology)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"What are we going to do now, Andre?"
"How should I know? The business is your department."
"/Everything/ is my department as far as you're concerned!"
"Weeeeell, that's not /completely/ true. I listen to them, don't I? And I put all the papers on your desk." Andre said matter-of-factily.
"Good for you. Now help me find a replacement!"
"Oh, fine! What about that Lamb girl?"
"...Oh. Right."
"What, you didn't even remember?"
"This coming from, the good-for-nothing manager?"
"Well, look at you! You were probably blown away and drooling over the other two sopranos that you were to busy to notice the others!"
"Me? I heard you daydreaming about them! You're the one who can date them, after all. Wait, what am I saying? You'd never be able to get a date with anybody!"
"Why, I never! You bald-headed, stiff-mustached, insolent blockhead!" Andre said.
"What do you need me for?" a voice wondered.
"OH, NO NOT YOU! All we need is a Phantom pushover!" said Andre.
Silence. The voice waited for the words to hit them both.
Andre and Firmin sat down. Firmin was a pale as paper, Andre red a radish.
"Well. I am a 'pushover Phantom', am I?"
Firmin glared at Andre. Andre couldn't respond, to worried for his own life.
"Perhaps I should change that sataus? How about I, say, raise my allowance by two hundred francs?"
Andre went wide-eyed.
"You wouldn't!" then Andre quickly covered his mouth with his hand. Firmin struggled not to strangle his partner. If you could call him a partner.
"You're really asking me that? Alright, then. I was just joking before, but now I must prove to you that I am capable of something like that. Alright, then, my allowance is now 700,000 fracs and it's due now."
Andre reached for the phone. Firmin had passed out.
Andre dialed. Ring. Ring. Ri-
"Hello?" came Jean DeLecon's voice.
"Ah, Jean, c-could you d-d-do me a l-little favor?"
"Are you alright, Andre? You sound scared out of your wits!"
"Of course I'm alright! I've.I've.never felt better! But the favor I must ask of you today. Could you perhaps give us 200,000 fracs?"
"Now Andre, I'm sorry to say, but I have already given you 500,000 fracs."
"Oh, really?" came an amused voice on the line somehow. "That's supposed to come out of the income of the Opera. Cheating, are you? Taking home a little extra money? I think not, Monsieur Andre."
"Ah, your other guest. I can't break his rules, now, can I?" it sounded almost as if Jean was about to laugh.
Andre joined in on his partners idea and passed out with a loud 'thud' on the floor.
A pause.
"I apologize, Monsieur, but it seemed the man you were speaking with has passed out." The voice came from the other end.
"Well, it does seem his type, doesn't it?"
"Yes, it does."
"But, I am a gentleman, and I suppose I should say one good ting about him. He did have the courage to call me."
"Or the stuipedity."
"Either way, I suppose that is a good compliment on his side. Well, at least now I know where all the money I give is going to."
"Yes...Monsieur, I would suggest not giving any more money to the Opera for a season."
"Yes, forgive me, but I have already thought of that. If you look in the little envelope it's not there. I didn't give any this month.""
"Well. Then I suppose they do still owe me 700,000 fracs."
"I'd hate to be in the old chap's shoes."
"Yes....well, I shall bid you farewell."
"Adieu."
*****
Jacquelyn was singing like an Angel. Pie Jesu. Beautiful.
She figured that if she could not sing in the Opera, she may as well exercise her voice anyway.
When she finished-
"Mademoiselle?" the voice, very soft.
She gasped and glanced around the room.
"You shall not see me in there."
"No, I suppose not."
"I apologize, Mademoiselle. No one was meant to be hurt, especially not you."
She looked pleased, yet shocked.
"Thank you. It wasn't entirely your fault. I suppose I get scared easily."
"No, no. It was my fault. But I do hope you shall be better soon. "
"Don't blame yourself. If you don't blame yourself then I won't blame myself. And don't worry, I shall be better soon."
A pause.
"Alright then, Mademoiselle. How do you like your room?"
"No words can describe it. Nor for your kindness for lending it to me."
"It is nothing."
"Oh, but Monsieur, it is. It's everything. If you had not let me stay here, I would have been turned to the streets."
"Well, then, it is a good thing I found you, then. I apologize, Mademoiselle, but I truly must be leaving."
She simply nodded her head and said,
"I understand."
"Au Revoir."
She nodded her head.
And it was gone again.
*****
The next day Theresa-at first- attempted to finally get her horse to the Opera.
Once again, it didn't work. She walked. She walked and carried her lunch (Bread, this time) and book in a basket and tried to learn the lead soprano's script. She wasn't very successful. Once again, when she was about an hour away, she saw a carriage. This time she tried looking the other way and walking even faster.
)Why am I avoiding him?( Theresa wondered, rolling her eyes. She was acting like a child...well, a younger child.
"Mademoiselle?"
)Shoot.(
"Oh, hello, Monsieur."
"Learning the script?"
"Oh, yes."
"Would you like another ride? Or would you rather walk to learn the script?"
She shrugged gracefully.
)What's the matter with you? What, you'd rather get blisters on your feet then ride with this man? He's just a man, like any other man. Except he's rich. And nice. But that shouldn't make ANY difference. What? You wouldn't accept a rise from any other man. What makes him so different?( Theresa argued with herself.
"Mademoiselle? Please forgive me, but I hardly think a shrug is an answer."
"Oh, sorry. Um-I think I'll walk, thank you."
"Well, if you insist. I suppose it's good for you. Besides, you /do/ need to learn the script. But- then again, I am the tenor and your opposite role, I could help you with it."
)I hate you,(
"Oh, well, if it's alright then....I /do. Need some help learning the script."
"Well, then shall we?"
Theresa nodded He got out, and, once again, helped her into the carriage.
) Once again.( thought Theresa
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~RubyMoon's Secret Place~
RubyMoon: Hey! Did you like it? Review! And, uh. Guess what, Vampiress? I've got Richiya, Sessumaru (sp) and Erik (after swearing to never go to his lair again, or tell anyone where it is) as my bodyguards. TAKE THAT!
Vampiress787's A/N:
You're no fun. Oh, and by the way, to take care of Sessumaru (sp) I have Inuyasha. (RubyMoon :Sess can bean Inu any day!) To take care of Erik, I have Charles. (RubyMoon: Uh...you're going to send his own son against him? And can Charles beat him anyway?) And to take care of Richiya, I have Rane. And also Jareth and Veronica to help them out. (RubyMoon: Okay, Jareth and Veronica couldn't stand a chance against Richiya, but Rane could, considering.) But, that would be no fun, would it? But I've dismissed them. I'm tired of foolish games. Besides, what would you do without your best friend to nag you all the time? (RubyMoon: HEY! I happen to recall that it was YOU who was going to eat ME.) You should know by now that I was only kidding.
::in a Charles-Dance style:: Honestly, where's your sense of humor?
(::RubyMoon in a Burt-Lancaster kind of way:: My humor?)
::Vampiress burst out laughing:: (RubyMoon ::ditto:: ) (HINT: Think Miniseries.)