Angel of Music
By
Estephinia
(also known as Steph D)
Chapter I: The New Prima Donna
Umm. . .hello. This is my first story on fanfiction.net. Wow, how many 'Invader Zim' and 'Phantom of the Opera' stories have there been? Certainly not enough that's for sure. Well, before I begin this bit I want to thank my pal Sid-chan who has inspired me to write this and has helped me a great deal with it. While I am on the subject I'd like to state that she owns one of the main characters in this story. Cerridwen belongs to her not I. The amazing J. C. Vasquez owns IZ and Company. Cerridwen is actually the alternate-ego of a friend of mine. Some of you may know who she is but E. S.-I mean my good friend's name has been changed to Cerridwen. Also Aries is based on someone I know as well but, you know his name's changed for sake of protection blah, blah, blah. In any case I only own myself (Steph D) and a few of the characters that are simply there for comic relief. And I don't even own some of them. Poor me. . .
~*~
The Mishler theater. A beautiful place for the arts where one could go to enjoy the orchestra or the beautiful lyrics or original works by the theatergoers. While the outside of the immense theater looked nothing but innocent the inside held legend to a age-old horror that supposedly lurked in the cellars beneath the Mishler.. .
"Now people," the director sighed for the hundredth time, "we are going to practice that scene once more and if you kids don't get your act together then I am canceling the show!"
The children, of ages eleven to sixteen, gasped in awe at the threats of Mr. Amberson, their director. The noted instructor ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. These kids just wouldn't cooperate! He sighed once more. "Where's Katie?"
"Right heeeeere!" a loud boisterous voice rang out. Katie stepped out in front of the red velour curtain and flashed a not-really-charming-but- he'll-fall-for-it smile at Mr. Amberson. "When do you, like, want me to grace you with my presence?"
Mr. Amberson grinned at his only cooperative singer. Katie would set these kids straight! "You may start when ready, Katie," he said to the petit blonde.
"Okay!" cried Katie. Pointing a pink polished finger over to a girl who was so small that she could hardly be seen from her position from behind the cherry wood piano Katie gave the girl the order to begin playing.
The girl resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the prep and her fingers began to move, no, dance across the keys of her instrument. It was badly worn and out of tune but it would do. Katie deserved nothing less.
"The hiiiiiiiiills are aliiiiiiiiive with the sooooound of muuuuuuusiiiiiiiic!" The nasally sound of the prima donna's singing practically drown out the sweet harmony of the piano. Why the director insisted on giving her a microphone when she preformed before the audience was a question that everyone thought of but never dared ask the quickly angered Mr. Amberson.
Out in the seats that would soon be filled with people a girl and a boy about thirteen years of age watched the spectacle. The boy cocked his head and stared up at the princess of the Mishler.
"What does that Amberson guy see in her?" he questioned his amiga.
"She's pretty and popular, Dib," the girl, who had long auburn hair and cute oval cut glasses, informed him, "Haven't you realized by now that those two things are the necessary qualities to get by in life?"
"Oh right Tyia. That makes tons of sense." Dib rolled his eyes and raised an eyebrow as Katie blew kisses to the invisible audience. "Then again. . ."
"Why are you hear anyways?" Tyia asked.
"To see you and your sister play you instruments. You know, support?"
"Uh huh. . ."
The anything but calm teenage girl glanced at something that seemed to be peeking out from the rafters above the stage. Glittering like rubies in the night the 'eyes' continued to stare down. But whatever it was wasn't looking at Tyia. No. . .it appeared to be glaring coldly at the theater's main actress.
"And I'll sing ooooooonce moooooo-AHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
Katie was just rapping up her, um, song when a sandbag--an ordinary sandbag! -came hurtling down toward her. Katie screeched and jumped out of the way s the bag crashed onto the stage with voracious speed!
"That's it!" Katie huffed as she picked herself up off of the stage floor. "I've, like, been almost KILLED too many times for my liking! I'm going to another theater where I'll be, like, appreciated and not, um, killed! Or something!" And with that, the formerly large 'n in charge soprano stamped out of the Mishler without another word.
"Great. . ." Mr. Amberson whined, "Now that my lead singer is GONE what're we going to do? How am I going to put on 'The Sound of Music' without someone to play the role of Maria!?" The man was practically hysterical now.
Suddenly, Tiya rose from her seat in the audience.
"Ooo! My sister, Cerridwen can sing the part!" she squealed full of glee for no real reason.
"The pianist?" questioned the director.
"Yeah!" Dib piped up, "Give her a try!"
All eyes turned to look upon the girl behind the piano. The elfin creature rose from her bench. She pushed one of the many tresses of elbow length brown hair out of her face revealing shimmering silver-gray eyes. Those eyes shot daggers at Tyia who seemed to be oblivious to the cold glare she and her friend Dib were getting. Then Mr. Amberson cried, "Well get up here girl! Show me what you're made of!"
With one last glare at Dib and Tyia, Cerridwen tentatively stepped onto the stage and gave a small nod to another teenager who had taken HER place behind the piano. The opening music came from the piano and then. . .
"The hiiiiiiiiiiiiills are aliiiiiiiiiiiiiiive with the soooooound of muuuuuuuuuuusiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiic!" Cerridwen sang! Her voice rang out clear as a bell. The 'eyes'-that was what Tyia had decided they were-seemed to. . .smile?. . .down at the young girl who appeared to be signing to them.
~*~
"Oh wow!" Dib exclaimed once he and Cerridwen had reached the latest star's dressing room, "You were amazing Cerridwen! He picked you right on the spot!"
"Thank you," she replied quietly.
"Seriously, Cerridwen, you were great!"
"Umm. . .yes. Thanks again."
"Are you all right?"
There was something about her that was wrong. Dib could see it. The paranormal investigator in training looked at the new prima donna of the Mishler Theater. Yes, there was definitely something wrong with her face, her voice! Something that seemed to be unnerving the girl. And Dib got the feeling that they weren't alone.
"Yes," Cerridwen said hurriedly, "I'm fine. . ."
~*~
Deep down below the sea-green dwelling, the Irken Soldier twitched his antenna, irritated. That horrible Dib-filth was meddling with ZIM'S plans once more! The disgusting human retch was unbearable at skool and NOW he was even interfering with ZIM'S plans for the opera house!?
"GIR!" the Invader snarled at the little silver robot.
"Yessss?" the SIR-gone-wrong asked his master.
"Ready the Voot Cruiser! I shall be taking a trip to visit my latest stink- slave of DOOM!" Zim cackled to himself.
"Yay!" squealed Gir. "Ah'm makin' tacooooos!"
Zim gave his robot an odd look. The little thing was suppose to be advanced but sometimes. . .no. His Tallest wouldn't lie to such an amazing Invader. And they would soon be even more awed by his spectacular progress when . . .Zim couldn't even keep his thoughts straight he was so excited.
"Gir! WHAT is taking so LONG!?" he yelled at the top of his voice.
"Gonna make some waffles too!" came the reply.
The Invader shook his head as Gir ran from the depths of his lab. Oh well. His plan was so amazing that nothing but it seemed to matter. Let the foolish little earth girl believe that ZIM was her, what was it? Oh yes. Her 'Angel of Music,' coming to give her vocal lessons and protect her. Protect! Ha! Like ZIM would ever do such a thing for a stinking huuuuuman! The Cerridwen-human was clever but little did she know what ZIM had in store for her. . .
By
Estephinia
(also known as Steph D)
Chapter I: The New Prima Donna
Umm. . .hello. This is my first story on fanfiction.net. Wow, how many 'Invader Zim' and 'Phantom of the Opera' stories have there been? Certainly not enough that's for sure. Well, before I begin this bit I want to thank my pal Sid-chan who has inspired me to write this and has helped me a great deal with it. While I am on the subject I'd like to state that she owns one of the main characters in this story. Cerridwen belongs to her not I. The amazing J. C. Vasquez owns IZ and Company. Cerridwen is actually the alternate-ego of a friend of mine. Some of you may know who she is but E. S.-I mean my good friend's name has been changed to Cerridwen. Also Aries is based on someone I know as well but, you know his name's changed for sake of protection blah, blah, blah. In any case I only own myself (Steph D) and a few of the characters that are simply there for comic relief. And I don't even own some of them. Poor me. . .
~*~
The Mishler theater. A beautiful place for the arts where one could go to enjoy the orchestra or the beautiful lyrics or original works by the theatergoers. While the outside of the immense theater looked nothing but innocent the inside held legend to a age-old horror that supposedly lurked in the cellars beneath the Mishler.. .
"Now people," the director sighed for the hundredth time, "we are going to practice that scene once more and if you kids don't get your act together then I am canceling the show!"
The children, of ages eleven to sixteen, gasped in awe at the threats of Mr. Amberson, their director. The noted instructor ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. These kids just wouldn't cooperate! He sighed once more. "Where's Katie?"
"Right heeeeere!" a loud boisterous voice rang out. Katie stepped out in front of the red velour curtain and flashed a not-really-charming-but- he'll-fall-for-it smile at Mr. Amberson. "When do you, like, want me to grace you with my presence?"
Mr. Amberson grinned at his only cooperative singer. Katie would set these kids straight! "You may start when ready, Katie," he said to the petit blonde.
"Okay!" cried Katie. Pointing a pink polished finger over to a girl who was so small that she could hardly be seen from her position from behind the cherry wood piano Katie gave the girl the order to begin playing.
The girl resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the prep and her fingers began to move, no, dance across the keys of her instrument. It was badly worn and out of tune but it would do. Katie deserved nothing less.
"The hiiiiiiiiills are aliiiiiiiiive with the sooooound of muuuuuuusiiiiiiiic!" The nasally sound of the prima donna's singing practically drown out the sweet harmony of the piano. Why the director insisted on giving her a microphone when she preformed before the audience was a question that everyone thought of but never dared ask the quickly angered Mr. Amberson.
Out in the seats that would soon be filled with people a girl and a boy about thirteen years of age watched the spectacle. The boy cocked his head and stared up at the princess of the Mishler.
"What does that Amberson guy see in her?" he questioned his amiga.
"She's pretty and popular, Dib," the girl, who had long auburn hair and cute oval cut glasses, informed him, "Haven't you realized by now that those two things are the necessary qualities to get by in life?"
"Oh right Tyia. That makes tons of sense." Dib rolled his eyes and raised an eyebrow as Katie blew kisses to the invisible audience. "Then again. . ."
"Why are you hear anyways?" Tyia asked.
"To see you and your sister play you instruments. You know, support?"
"Uh huh. . ."
The anything but calm teenage girl glanced at something that seemed to be peeking out from the rafters above the stage. Glittering like rubies in the night the 'eyes' continued to stare down. But whatever it was wasn't looking at Tyia. No. . .it appeared to be glaring coldly at the theater's main actress.
"And I'll sing ooooooonce moooooo-AHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
Katie was just rapping up her, um, song when a sandbag--an ordinary sandbag! -came hurtling down toward her. Katie screeched and jumped out of the way s the bag crashed onto the stage with voracious speed!
"That's it!" Katie huffed as she picked herself up off of the stage floor. "I've, like, been almost KILLED too many times for my liking! I'm going to another theater where I'll be, like, appreciated and not, um, killed! Or something!" And with that, the formerly large 'n in charge soprano stamped out of the Mishler without another word.
"Great. . ." Mr. Amberson whined, "Now that my lead singer is GONE what're we going to do? How am I going to put on 'The Sound of Music' without someone to play the role of Maria!?" The man was practically hysterical now.
Suddenly, Tiya rose from her seat in the audience.
"Ooo! My sister, Cerridwen can sing the part!" she squealed full of glee for no real reason.
"The pianist?" questioned the director.
"Yeah!" Dib piped up, "Give her a try!"
All eyes turned to look upon the girl behind the piano. The elfin creature rose from her bench. She pushed one of the many tresses of elbow length brown hair out of her face revealing shimmering silver-gray eyes. Those eyes shot daggers at Tyia who seemed to be oblivious to the cold glare she and her friend Dib were getting. Then Mr. Amberson cried, "Well get up here girl! Show me what you're made of!"
With one last glare at Dib and Tyia, Cerridwen tentatively stepped onto the stage and gave a small nod to another teenager who had taken HER place behind the piano. The opening music came from the piano and then. . .
"The hiiiiiiiiiiiiills are aliiiiiiiiiiiiiiive with the soooooound of muuuuuuuuuuusiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiic!" Cerridwen sang! Her voice rang out clear as a bell. The 'eyes'-that was what Tyia had decided they were-seemed to. . .smile?. . .down at the young girl who appeared to be signing to them.
~*~
"Oh wow!" Dib exclaimed once he and Cerridwen had reached the latest star's dressing room, "You were amazing Cerridwen! He picked you right on the spot!"
"Thank you," she replied quietly.
"Seriously, Cerridwen, you were great!"
"Umm. . .yes. Thanks again."
"Are you all right?"
There was something about her that was wrong. Dib could see it. The paranormal investigator in training looked at the new prima donna of the Mishler Theater. Yes, there was definitely something wrong with her face, her voice! Something that seemed to be unnerving the girl. And Dib got the feeling that they weren't alone.
"Yes," Cerridwen said hurriedly, "I'm fine. . ."
~*~
Deep down below the sea-green dwelling, the Irken Soldier twitched his antenna, irritated. That horrible Dib-filth was meddling with ZIM'S plans once more! The disgusting human retch was unbearable at skool and NOW he was even interfering with ZIM'S plans for the opera house!?
"GIR!" the Invader snarled at the little silver robot.
"Yessss?" the SIR-gone-wrong asked his master.
"Ready the Voot Cruiser! I shall be taking a trip to visit my latest stink- slave of DOOM!" Zim cackled to himself.
"Yay!" squealed Gir. "Ah'm makin' tacooooos!"
Zim gave his robot an odd look. The little thing was suppose to be advanced but sometimes. . .no. His Tallest wouldn't lie to such an amazing Invader. And they would soon be even more awed by his spectacular progress when . . .Zim couldn't even keep his thoughts straight he was so excited.
"Gir! WHAT is taking so LONG!?" he yelled at the top of his voice.
"Gonna make some waffles too!" came the reply.
The Invader shook his head as Gir ran from the depths of his lab. Oh well. His plan was so amazing that nothing but it seemed to matter. Let the foolish little earth girl believe that ZIM was her, what was it? Oh yes. Her 'Angel of Music,' coming to give her vocal lessons and protect her. Protect! Ha! Like ZIM would ever do such a thing for a stinking huuuuuman! The Cerridwen-human was clever but little did she know what ZIM had in store for her. . .