CHAPTER FOUR:
Carlotta, Andre and Firmin stared down at the huge manuscript handed to them by Erik. "Monsieur, I cannot sing this! It would kill me!" Andre rolled his eyes. "Get out you old . . . red haired . . . sausage. No one wanted you here anyway. We have a new Primma Donna, in Miss. Daae." Firmin sighed. "If only we knew where Miss. Daae was."
Christine stood at the bank of the lake. She looked tired, exhausted after hours of having to listen to Raoul saying "can I have a cuddle" or "my face hurts" or on some occasions, "tickle my feet so I can smile." She looked at the dark, foggy waters of the lake. She prepared herself for the icy cold water and lifted up a part of her dress. She winced slightly as the water stinged her legs. She started to walk across the lake. "Damn it Erik! You never told me how to use the boat."
By the time she had reached the other bank she could hear Erik. She was soaked to the skin, but suddenly she felt warm at the sound of his voice, only to be chilled when she heard what he was singing . . .
ERIK (from a distance): Past the point of no return - the fop must die now: The scraps we've had till now are at an end . . . Hang him high with my lasso - no point in fighting: abandon fun, and let my hate engulf . . .
(CHRISTINE walks out of the lake and slowly wanders to ERIK quietly)
ERIK: What kind of Christmas is this now? I hate my life down here in hell. It seems im always cursed to lose here . . .
Past the point of no return, I hate them so much - why do they do this, stab me once again. Beyond the point of no return . . .
(CHRISTINE calmly walks to ERIK and kisses him, crying)
"Oh Erik . . ." Christine broke the kiss and hugged him tight. "I love you. Don't do this . . ." He ran his fingers through her hair as she cried on his shoulder. "What a great Christmas . . ."
The End! NOTHING MORE!
Carlotta, Andre and Firmin stared down at the huge manuscript handed to them by Erik. "Monsieur, I cannot sing this! It would kill me!" Andre rolled his eyes. "Get out you old . . . red haired . . . sausage. No one wanted you here anyway. We have a new Primma Donna, in Miss. Daae." Firmin sighed. "If only we knew where Miss. Daae was."
Christine stood at the bank of the lake. She looked tired, exhausted after hours of having to listen to Raoul saying "can I have a cuddle" or "my face hurts" or on some occasions, "tickle my feet so I can smile." She looked at the dark, foggy waters of the lake. She prepared herself for the icy cold water and lifted up a part of her dress. She winced slightly as the water stinged her legs. She started to walk across the lake. "Damn it Erik! You never told me how to use the boat."
By the time she had reached the other bank she could hear Erik. She was soaked to the skin, but suddenly she felt warm at the sound of his voice, only to be chilled when she heard what he was singing . . .
ERIK (from a distance): Past the point of no return - the fop must die now: The scraps we've had till now are at an end . . . Hang him high with my lasso - no point in fighting: abandon fun, and let my hate engulf . . .
(CHRISTINE walks out of the lake and slowly wanders to ERIK quietly)
ERIK: What kind of Christmas is this now? I hate my life down here in hell. It seems im always cursed to lose here . . .
Past the point of no return, I hate them so much - why do they do this, stab me once again. Beyond the point of no return . . .
(CHRISTINE calmly walks to ERIK and kisses him, crying)
"Oh Erik . . ." Christine broke the kiss and hugged him tight. "I love you. Don't do this . . ." He ran his fingers through her hair as she cried on his shoulder. "What a great Christmas . . ."
The End! NOTHING MORE!