Christine awoke suddenly, not in a dumbwaiter, but in the comfort of her
own house.
"I think," she said to herself, hopping out of bed in her silk pajamas, "that the mice were all just a dream. Because I am certain that mice cannot talk, and that if I really were stuck in a dumbwaiter, Raoul would come to my assistance."
Christine put on her best dress, ate a nice breakfast, and headed out the door to Raoul's house. "For," she said again to herself, "if it indeed was a dream I had, I have not visited Raoul yet this week."
She briskly stepped out the door, pausing momentarily to breathe in the sweet morning air. "What a wonderful day this will be!" She stated, commencing to stride down the street in her usual manner. But she thought today she would take another route to Raoul's house... just for fun. Christine turned left instead of right, towards the park, and soon, the Opera Garnier came into view.
It was a huge building in the center of Paris, and Christine always loved to watch the operas there. She would often think about trying out to be a singer there, because her father used to teach her, and she could sing very well.
"Just one look," she said to herself (yet again), "and then I'll continue to Raoul's."
Christine was about to pull open one of the many doors of the opera house, when a noise above struck her attention. She snapped her head up to see what had made the noise, but all she saw was a black thing in the corner of her eye, and when she turned her head to get the object into her full vision, it moved to the corner of her eye again. Where she shook her head, the thing was gone.
"That's odd," Christine muttered to herself. She took her hand away from the door handle.
"Oh no," George whispered to Benny, who were both hiding in a bush, spying on Christine. "We've disrupted the balance!"
"Hmm..?" Benny turned his eyes towards George. "What do you mean?"
"We've altered what was supposed to happen! Gah! She was SUPPOSED to open the door so she could audition to be a singer, then get the job and live happily ever after! NOW that we have messed with her head, she's not going to open the door!"
"Shhh.. watch," Benny rasped.
Christine turned around and laughed. "Well, maybe not today, and maybe never... perhaps - someday I'll be able to practice my singing with someone..." and she walked off down the road.
"Ahhhh!" George cried, running around in circles, "We've disrupted the balance! Now she may never work at the Opera Garnier! Oh no... oh wait... OH YES!" George's eyes went bright.
"Yes? Oh yes, what?" Benny asked excitedly.
"She may NEVER work at the Opera Garnier!" George answered.
"So...?" Benny opened his paws for George to continue.
"SO she will meet Erik a DIFFERENT way."
"But you said she'll never work at the opera house! How will she meet Erik, then?" Benny wondered.
"Because, it's fate! Their paths must meet at one point or another. But THIS time, there may be a chance that she'll stay with Erik because the general outcome will be different!"
"Hurrah!" Benny shouted, running around in circles with George, "Different outcomes!"
"Eeeeeekkkk!! MIIIIICCCCEEEE!!!"
"RUN!" George shouted as he and Benny scampered out of the bush just in time before Andre (who was to go out on his walk), squashed them flat.
Christine whistled as she neared Raoul's house, knocking on his door. "Raoul, dear, are you home?" She called. Finally, a man answered the door. But it wasn't Raoul... it was a freaky looking guy with buck teeth and rolling eyes, who drooled a bit, too. "Excuse me, is Raoul home?" Christine asked.
"Yeah, uh... he's right here," the man drawled.
"Like... where?" Christine asked exasperated.
"Like, right here!" The man said with effort. "I'm Raoul! Bleh, bleh, bleh."
"What the-..!?" Christine shouted. "Now, give me the REAL Raoul, you stupid impostor!"
"Oh, okay," the man drooled, stepping out of the way to show the REAL Raoul.
"Pete! You stupid liar! Quit trying to be me," Raoul ordered coldly.
"Yes sir," Pete replied, slouching up the stairs.
Raoul rolled his eyes. "Pete," he whispered to Christine, "my newest butler. He thinks he's all that because he's a genius. The only reason he never got a job was because he was a school drop out or something like that. I don't entirely trust him, but hey... it's business."
"He's a genius?" Christine lifted an eyebrow. "He looked a little retarded to me."
"Are you kidding?" Raoul asked, laughing. "You don't have to put him down because he was a bit rude, you know as well as I that most girls would fall for someone like him."
Christine took another gander at the slouching, drooling guy, hobbling up the stairs and stared at Raoul with a funny look on her face. "You're such a joker," she teased. "May I come in?"
"Sure," Raoul said, showing Christine in.
It was the usual thing; tea and biscuits, and talking. Before the sun set, Raoul finally let Christine go.
"Are you sure you don't want a ride home?" Raoul asked his girlfriend as they stepped out the door.
"I'm quite fine alone, thank you," Christine assured him, kissing him goodnight. "Good-bye, my handsome prince. Tomorrow, we shall see each other again!"
"I'll come over next time," Raoul offered, "around noon."
"All right," Christine agreed, and she left down the road. She walked for about ten minutes before it began to grow dark and a bit chilly. She wrapped herself in her arms and continued, wishing she had accepted Raoul's offer of driving her home.
Christine looked up at the sky, faintly dotted with stars, when she ran into something. "Oof!" She cried, crashing into the dark figure against the black background of night. She stumbled back and blinked for a moment, she and the figure were stunned. Suddenly, Christine huffed. "You're mad to go walking around at night in black, you'll get hit by a horse!"
"Excuse me," the figure answered coldly, "but you have no business to what I wear at night, and I would like for you to watch where you're walking next time."
"Me? YOU, buster," Christine replied hotly, daring to go on although she was thinking this man could be a thief or madman or something of that sort.
"You don't want to get in my way!" The man retorted icily, making Christine wish she hadn't continued.
"Fine, I won't then," Christine muttered, pushing past the man. As she did, she caught a glimpse of his face, which was covered by a black mask. "Criminal," she whispered to herself, turned away from the man, "This man is going to rob somebody." Christine cleared her throat. "You, what are you doing wearing that mask!" She demanded. But when she whipped around, he was already fifty feet away, not hearing her.
"Odd..." she thought. "If he IS indeed about to rob somebody, I should follow him..." Christine ran along stealthily behind the man, who walked on for some time before coming to the giant Opera Garnier.
The girl remembered the dark figure she saw in the corner of her eye just that afternoon. "I should tell somebody that there's a man intent on robbing this place," she said to herself, "Or the least I know is that he's up to no good."
There was a rustling in the trees behind her that made her jump. "But," she added quickly, "I will inform somebody in the morning!" And she turned around and walked home.
A/N: Ech, the third chapter will be better. :)
"I think," she said to herself, hopping out of bed in her silk pajamas, "that the mice were all just a dream. Because I am certain that mice cannot talk, and that if I really were stuck in a dumbwaiter, Raoul would come to my assistance."
Christine put on her best dress, ate a nice breakfast, and headed out the door to Raoul's house. "For," she said again to herself, "if it indeed was a dream I had, I have not visited Raoul yet this week."
She briskly stepped out the door, pausing momentarily to breathe in the sweet morning air. "What a wonderful day this will be!" She stated, commencing to stride down the street in her usual manner. But she thought today she would take another route to Raoul's house... just for fun. Christine turned left instead of right, towards the park, and soon, the Opera Garnier came into view.
It was a huge building in the center of Paris, and Christine always loved to watch the operas there. She would often think about trying out to be a singer there, because her father used to teach her, and she could sing very well.
"Just one look," she said to herself (yet again), "and then I'll continue to Raoul's."
Christine was about to pull open one of the many doors of the opera house, when a noise above struck her attention. She snapped her head up to see what had made the noise, but all she saw was a black thing in the corner of her eye, and when she turned her head to get the object into her full vision, it moved to the corner of her eye again. Where she shook her head, the thing was gone.
"That's odd," Christine muttered to herself. She took her hand away from the door handle.
"Oh no," George whispered to Benny, who were both hiding in a bush, spying on Christine. "We've disrupted the balance!"
"Hmm..?" Benny turned his eyes towards George. "What do you mean?"
"We've altered what was supposed to happen! Gah! She was SUPPOSED to open the door so she could audition to be a singer, then get the job and live happily ever after! NOW that we have messed with her head, she's not going to open the door!"
"Shhh.. watch," Benny rasped.
Christine turned around and laughed. "Well, maybe not today, and maybe never... perhaps - someday I'll be able to practice my singing with someone..." and she walked off down the road.
"Ahhhh!" George cried, running around in circles, "We've disrupted the balance! Now she may never work at the Opera Garnier! Oh no... oh wait... OH YES!" George's eyes went bright.
"Yes? Oh yes, what?" Benny asked excitedly.
"She may NEVER work at the Opera Garnier!" George answered.
"So...?" Benny opened his paws for George to continue.
"SO she will meet Erik a DIFFERENT way."
"But you said she'll never work at the opera house! How will she meet Erik, then?" Benny wondered.
"Because, it's fate! Their paths must meet at one point or another. But THIS time, there may be a chance that she'll stay with Erik because the general outcome will be different!"
"Hurrah!" Benny shouted, running around in circles with George, "Different outcomes!"
"Eeeeeekkkk!! MIIIIICCCCEEEE!!!"
"RUN!" George shouted as he and Benny scampered out of the bush just in time before Andre (who was to go out on his walk), squashed them flat.
Christine whistled as she neared Raoul's house, knocking on his door. "Raoul, dear, are you home?" She called. Finally, a man answered the door. But it wasn't Raoul... it was a freaky looking guy with buck teeth and rolling eyes, who drooled a bit, too. "Excuse me, is Raoul home?" Christine asked.
"Yeah, uh... he's right here," the man drawled.
"Like... where?" Christine asked exasperated.
"Like, right here!" The man said with effort. "I'm Raoul! Bleh, bleh, bleh."
"What the-..!?" Christine shouted. "Now, give me the REAL Raoul, you stupid impostor!"
"Oh, okay," the man drooled, stepping out of the way to show the REAL Raoul.
"Pete! You stupid liar! Quit trying to be me," Raoul ordered coldly.
"Yes sir," Pete replied, slouching up the stairs.
Raoul rolled his eyes. "Pete," he whispered to Christine, "my newest butler. He thinks he's all that because he's a genius. The only reason he never got a job was because he was a school drop out or something like that. I don't entirely trust him, but hey... it's business."
"He's a genius?" Christine lifted an eyebrow. "He looked a little retarded to me."
"Are you kidding?" Raoul asked, laughing. "You don't have to put him down because he was a bit rude, you know as well as I that most girls would fall for someone like him."
Christine took another gander at the slouching, drooling guy, hobbling up the stairs and stared at Raoul with a funny look on her face. "You're such a joker," she teased. "May I come in?"
"Sure," Raoul said, showing Christine in.
It was the usual thing; tea and biscuits, and talking. Before the sun set, Raoul finally let Christine go.
"Are you sure you don't want a ride home?" Raoul asked his girlfriend as they stepped out the door.
"I'm quite fine alone, thank you," Christine assured him, kissing him goodnight. "Good-bye, my handsome prince. Tomorrow, we shall see each other again!"
"I'll come over next time," Raoul offered, "around noon."
"All right," Christine agreed, and she left down the road. She walked for about ten minutes before it began to grow dark and a bit chilly. She wrapped herself in her arms and continued, wishing she had accepted Raoul's offer of driving her home.
Christine looked up at the sky, faintly dotted with stars, when she ran into something. "Oof!" She cried, crashing into the dark figure against the black background of night. She stumbled back and blinked for a moment, she and the figure were stunned. Suddenly, Christine huffed. "You're mad to go walking around at night in black, you'll get hit by a horse!"
"Excuse me," the figure answered coldly, "but you have no business to what I wear at night, and I would like for you to watch where you're walking next time."
"Me? YOU, buster," Christine replied hotly, daring to go on although she was thinking this man could be a thief or madman or something of that sort.
"You don't want to get in my way!" The man retorted icily, making Christine wish she hadn't continued.
"Fine, I won't then," Christine muttered, pushing past the man. As she did, she caught a glimpse of his face, which was covered by a black mask. "Criminal," she whispered to herself, turned away from the man, "This man is going to rob somebody." Christine cleared her throat. "You, what are you doing wearing that mask!" She demanded. But when she whipped around, he was already fifty feet away, not hearing her.
"Odd..." she thought. "If he IS indeed about to rob somebody, I should follow him..." Christine ran along stealthily behind the man, who walked on for some time before coming to the giant Opera Garnier.
The girl remembered the dark figure she saw in the corner of her eye just that afternoon. "I should tell somebody that there's a man intent on robbing this place," she said to herself, "Or the least I know is that he's up to no good."
There was a rustling in the trees behind her that made her jump. "But," she added quickly, "I will inform somebody in the morning!" And she turned around and walked home.
A/N: Ech, the third chapter will be better. :)
