~Are you alright?~

"Erik?" Kat asks eagerly.

~No, it's your muse. God, child. I leave you one minute, and the next you are on the floor.~

Kat sighs. "Oh, you again."

~*Indignantly* Hey! Where would you be right now without me?~

Kat thinks. "I won't answer that."

~Whatever.~

"Hey, muse. Can I call you muse?"

~*Snorts* Sure, sure.~

"If you really are my muse, then why can't I think of anything to write? If you are as you good as you say you are, shouldn't I be brimming with ideas right about now?"

~Hmmph! The very idea of you blaming me for writer's block! Besides, I won't help you while I am mad at you!~

Kat looks at the clock, which reads 12:47 AM. "Right. Ok, muse, I am sorry. I won't take you for granted again. Now, will you help me?"

~Very well. What do you want to write about?~

"I thought that was for you to make up? All I do is write, remember?"

~Fine, leave me to do all the work.~

Kat sighs.

~I will be back in a moment with an idea.~

"Wait, where are you going?" Kat asks.

~To meditate.~

Kat sits and plays with her hair. She picks up her Andrew Lloyd Webber: His Greatest Hits book and leafs through it. Suddenly she hears a cat, crying.

~MEOOOOOOOW!~

"Sara?" Kat calls. *No pun intended* "Here kitty kitty. Sarie, come here baby!"

~MEOOOOOOOW!~

Kat covers her ears. "No! No, out evil spirits!"

~Ah, heyyyyy babe. *A furry voice hisses in her head*~

"Oh Lord, who are you?" Kat cringes at the sensual tone.

~Rum Tum Tugger, sexiest Jellicle Cat around. At your disposal, my lovely little bowl of cream.~

Shivering, Kat replies, "Oh, that's. nice." Says to herself, "Oh God I am not having a cat hit on me!"

~Not just a cat, you sweet sardine you. Every female feline under the Heavyside Layer would give her luscious coat to be with me.~

"Right, well, I am kinda taken. So sorry! I think you better go now."

~*Sounds disgusted* Oh, you unappreciative humans.~

Before Kat can catch her breathe, a girl's voice begins to sing.

~Ooooooh don't cry for me, Argentina! Anyone seen Peron?~

Kat tilts her head, then says, "Evita, right?"

~Yuppers. Have you seen Peron?~

Kat moans, putting her head in her hands.

~Iiiiii don't know how to looooooove him.~

Kat lifts her head quickly as Evita exclaims:

~Mary! Still singing the same song, I see.~

~Yeah, when it comes to love, I'm clueless!~

Kat bangs her head against the computer screen. "No more, no more, please!"

~I'm back, my delectable tin of tuna!~

"Oh, great." Kat grabs a pillow and shoves her head into it.

~Whose is that voice? Who is that in there?~

"Funny, I was asking myself the same ques. Raoul?" Kat asks, trying to hold back her panic.

~Have any of you lovely ladies seen a young soprano wandering about? I was sure she had-~

~Raoul, oh Raoul!~

~Christine, my angel! We'll be safe in here!~