Chapter 2
As the singing lessons continued, sweet little Mary Sue soon was singing better than Christine! One day, she was discussing how she came to the Opera House with the Tiny Voice in her head, which is how she addressed the Angel of Music.
"Mr. Tiny Voice in my head…I left England after my parents fell into a duck pond and drowned, and my dog died. I decided to come to France. Even though I never a French lesson in my life, I was able to speak it! Isn't that amazing!"
Meanwhile, Erik was nodding off to sleep behind the mirror.
"Anyway, I didn't bring any money or clothing with me, by I sure had luck, because I got a job here! And now you're giving me singing lessons…"
Erik woke up upon hearing the word "singing."
"Well, you've improved greatly…"
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Oh, goody!"
That night, after finishing her cleaning, Mary Sue accidentally tripped and the mirror opened for her. Not only that, but she managed to find her way to the underground lake without even ripping the hem of her dress!
"Hmm," she thought, "that's a big lake, but I bet I can swim across it!"
And so she did.
Now, Mary Sue was amazed that there was little house beneath the Opera. Being an inquisitive girl, she pranced inside.
Erik nearly dropped his tea cup upon seeing Mary Sue inside his abode.
"Hey…who are you?" Mary Sue asked.
"I…am Erik," he said, annoyed that his pupil had caused him to spill some of his tea.
"You sound like the Tiny Voice in my head. Wait…I got here from the mirror, and the voice is from the mirror…Um, let me think…"
Erik scowled. Twice! Twice his charade had been foiled. "That's right; I lied. I admit it. But you must say, I was a good teacher. But, now, it's all over. You'll tell everyone I'm still down here. Oh, what a lovely way to go…"
"Is that a Russian tea cup…" Mary Sue asked, reaching forward. Regrettably, not only did she succeed in getting tea all over Erik's tuxedo, but in her clumsiness, also knocked his mask off.
"Good God, why does this always happen? And you…what the hell were you thinking?!"
Mary Sue looked at her curiously. "I don't remember if I was thinking anything, sir. What's wrong, sir?"
"What's wrong? What's wrong? What is wrong! Look at me!"
"Oh. That. It's not that bad."
"W-what?"
"It's not that bad. I mean, you do look kind of dead…but other than that, it's not that bad."
"Really?"
"Really."
"You…don't hate me? You're not…repulsed?"
"Hardly. You look…interesting."
"You'll…stay?"
"Here? Sure! It's better than cleaning up there!"
Well…*cough* The stereotypes continue. Anyway, the ditz might make a cameo next chapter…^_^;;
As the singing lessons continued, sweet little Mary Sue soon was singing better than Christine! One day, she was discussing how she came to the Opera House with the Tiny Voice in her head, which is how she addressed the Angel of Music.
"Mr. Tiny Voice in my head…I left England after my parents fell into a duck pond and drowned, and my dog died. I decided to come to France. Even though I never a French lesson in my life, I was able to speak it! Isn't that amazing!"
Meanwhile, Erik was nodding off to sleep behind the mirror.
"Anyway, I didn't bring any money or clothing with me, by I sure had luck, because I got a job here! And now you're giving me singing lessons…"
Erik woke up upon hearing the word "singing."
"Well, you've improved greatly…"
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Oh, goody!"
That night, after finishing her cleaning, Mary Sue accidentally tripped and the mirror opened for her. Not only that, but she managed to find her way to the underground lake without even ripping the hem of her dress!
"Hmm," she thought, "that's a big lake, but I bet I can swim across it!"
And so she did.
Now, Mary Sue was amazed that there was little house beneath the Opera. Being an inquisitive girl, she pranced inside.
Erik nearly dropped his tea cup upon seeing Mary Sue inside his abode.
"Hey…who are you?" Mary Sue asked.
"I…am Erik," he said, annoyed that his pupil had caused him to spill some of his tea.
"You sound like the Tiny Voice in my head. Wait…I got here from the mirror, and the voice is from the mirror…Um, let me think…"
Erik scowled. Twice! Twice his charade had been foiled. "That's right; I lied. I admit it. But you must say, I was a good teacher. But, now, it's all over. You'll tell everyone I'm still down here. Oh, what a lovely way to go…"
"Is that a Russian tea cup…" Mary Sue asked, reaching forward. Regrettably, not only did she succeed in getting tea all over Erik's tuxedo, but in her clumsiness, also knocked his mask off.
"Good God, why does this always happen? And you…what the hell were you thinking?!"
Mary Sue looked at her curiously. "I don't remember if I was thinking anything, sir. What's wrong, sir?"
"What's wrong? What's wrong? What is wrong! Look at me!"
"Oh. That. It's not that bad."
"W-what?"
"It's not that bad. I mean, you do look kind of dead…but other than that, it's not that bad."
"Really?"
"Really."
"You…don't hate me? You're not…repulsed?"
"Hardly. You look…interesting."
"You'll…stay?"
"Here? Sure! It's better than cleaning up there!"
Well…*cough* The stereotypes continue. Anyway, the ditz might make a cameo next chapter…^_^;;