Hey! This is my first attempt at something silly, I hope its not too
stupid. I own the entire idea, me, and my cat. Other than that, well, they
kinda own themselves, don't they? Though ALW and a few others own the
copyrights, and some lyrics.
ATTACK OF THE MUSE AND A FEW OTHERS
Writes, "I, Kat, beautiful authoress, am sitting here. Five minutes after midnight, with nothing to write about. I am in the mood for writing. I have time to write. My muse has disappeared. Woe is me. There is nothing for me to write about. I sit in the darkness, in the night, the primetime of my inspiration, and yet nothing comes to mind."
Kat sits and thinks. Times goes by. Kat looks around, checks her nails, runs her fingers through her blonde hair. Finally.
"Aha! Yes! An idea! I will put the play of the Phantom of the Opera insert sigh with them all obeying me!"
Hurriedly she types, then suddenly stops short.
"Damn! Dee already used that idea."
Kat dejectedly sits back in her chair and blows her bangs out of her eyes.
Excuse me.
"Ahhhh! Who the hell are you?" Kat whirls around, searching for the owner of the voice.
Ahem. I am your muse.
"You are?" Kat asks doubtfully. "I didn't think muses could talk."
But indeed we can. Where do you think you get your amazing phrases? Your stunning vocabulary? Your superb-
Kat interrupts, "I think I get it. Actually, I thought I was just making it up by myself."
Nope. It's me, talking to you. You conceited little girl, to think YOU thought up your stories. Ha! Nowadays, you humans have no respect for decent muses. Why, in the olden days, way back to my great great great great-
"Enough! You're driving me crazy!"
What makes you think you aren't already? You're talking to a voice inside your head. snicker
Kat looks a bit worried. "But I thought you said that you spoke to me."
Yeah. I speak to you. You're not supposed to talk back. Its high unusual. In fact, I would say impossible.
"Great. So, I am talking to my muse. I am not supposed to be talking to you. No, you know what?" Kat tries to laugh. "You are the result of too many frappes and not enough sleep! Ha! My muse!" Talking to herself, "God, Kat I think a bedtime is in order. Not so much cheese at night. And no more caffeine."
Excuse me.
Annoyed, Kat says, "Oh, go away, little voice in my head!"
Sounds miffed Pardon me, mademoiselle.
"Since when do you speak fren-" Kat turns white. "Oh my God I know that voice."
I don't suppose your name is Christine.
Kat gulps. "Pha-pha-phan-" She stutters.
Yes, the voice replied icily. The Phantom. Would you be so kind as to answer my question so I can be on my way? And my name is ERIK, not pha-pha- phan, or phantom.
"So sorry." Kat manages to say.
Silence
Well?
"Ahhhhh!"
God, girl, stop that infernal racket!
"Oh my God! The Phantom of the Opera is inside my head! My head! Talking to me! Oh my God!" Kat begins hysterically jumping around the room.
Oh for pity- I'm leaving.
Kat snaps out of her. victory dance. "Wait! No! You can't leave me! I have waited years, years for you! You can't leave now! I haven't even sung for you yet!"
Shudder Please, just answer the question. Is your name Christine, or to be more exact, Christine Daae?
Sadly, Kat shakes her head, then realizes he can't see her. "N-" Kat pauses, then smiles evilly. "Yes, my name is Christine Daae."
Pauses, then asks suspiciously Are you sure?
Kat rolls her eyes, getting into character. "Would I say it was if I wasn't sure?"
Yes.
"Well I'm not."
You're not Christine?
"No! I'm not lying. My name is Christine Daae."
No! You don't sound like her. Your voice is younger. How dare you lie to me, the Phantom, the Ghost, the Angel of Death?!
Hurt Kat protests, "Hey, I wasn't lying! My full name is Kathryn Christine Daae Nelsen. Honest," she adds.
Well, you're not the girl I was looking for.
Kat looks as though she has been slapped. "Oh." Under her breath she mutters, "I wish I was."
Pardon?
Blushing, Kat responds, "Nothing."
Well, I must go now. Wait, one more thing. Are you Kat?
Kat's eyes grow big. "You have heard of me?"
Laughs I keep track of some of my more. adamant admirers. Lets just say you have been very prominent. Thank you for your stories, they are a refreshing contrast to most, though I must say Meg is a bit too talkative for me.
"Thank you!" Kat giggles.
I have heard you sing, too. Keep up the good work, maybe I will talk to you sometime soon. Or rather, sing.
Kat doesn't respond to this, as she is too busy on the floor. Swooning. After a few minutes, she recovers and pulls herself to the chair.
ATTACK OF THE MUSE AND A FEW OTHERS
Writes, "I, Kat, beautiful authoress, am sitting here. Five minutes after midnight, with nothing to write about. I am in the mood for writing. I have time to write. My muse has disappeared. Woe is me. There is nothing for me to write about. I sit in the darkness, in the night, the primetime of my inspiration, and yet nothing comes to mind."
Kat sits and thinks. Times goes by. Kat looks around, checks her nails, runs her fingers through her blonde hair. Finally.
"Aha! Yes! An idea! I will put the play of the Phantom of the Opera insert sigh with them all obeying me!"
Hurriedly she types, then suddenly stops short.
"Damn! Dee already used that idea."
Kat dejectedly sits back in her chair and blows her bangs out of her eyes.
Excuse me.
"Ahhhh! Who the hell are you?" Kat whirls around, searching for the owner of the voice.
Ahem. I am your muse.
"You are?" Kat asks doubtfully. "I didn't think muses could talk."
But indeed we can. Where do you think you get your amazing phrases? Your stunning vocabulary? Your superb-
Kat interrupts, "I think I get it. Actually, I thought I was just making it up by myself."
Nope. It's me, talking to you. You conceited little girl, to think YOU thought up your stories. Ha! Nowadays, you humans have no respect for decent muses. Why, in the olden days, way back to my great great great great-
"Enough! You're driving me crazy!"
What makes you think you aren't already? You're talking to a voice inside your head. snicker
Kat looks a bit worried. "But I thought you said that you spoke to me."
Yeah. I speak to you. You're not supposed to talk back. Its high unusual. In fact, I would say impossible.
"Great. So, I am talking to my muse. I am not supposed to be talking to you. No, you know what?" Kat tries to laugh. "You are the result of too many frappes and not enough sleep! Ha! My muse!" Talking to herself, "God, Kat I think a bedtime is in order. Not so much cheese at night. And no more caffeine."
Excuse me.
Annoyed, Kat says, "Oh, go away, little voice in my head!"
Sounds miffed Pardon me, mademoiselle.
"Since when do you speak fren-" Kat turns white. "Oh my God I know that voice."
I don't suppose your name is Christine.
Kat gulps. "Pha-pha-phan-" She stutters.
Yes, the voice replied icily. The Phantom. Would you be so kind as to answer my question so I can be on my way? And my name is ERIK, not pha-pha- phan, or phantom.
"So sorry." Kat manages to say.
Silence
Well?
"Ahhhhh!"
God, girl, stop that infernal racket!
"Oh my God! The Phantom of the Opera is inside my head! My head! Talking to me! Oh my God!" Kat begins hysterically jumping around the room.
Oh for pity- I'm leaving.
Kat snaps out of her. victory dance. "Wait! No! You can't leave me! I have waited years, years for you! You can't leave now! I haven't even sung for you yet!"
Shudder Please, just answer the question. Is your name Christine, or to be more exact, Christine Daae?
Sadly, Kat shakes her head, then realizes he can't see her. "N-" Kat pauses, then smiles evilly. "Yes, my name is Christine Daae."
Pauses, then asks suspiciously Are you sure?
Kat rolls her eyes, getting into character. "Would I say it was if I wasn't sure?"
Yes.
"Well I'm not."
You're not Christine?
"No! I'm not lying. My name is Christine Daae."
No! You don't sound like her. Your voice is younger. How dare you lie to me, the Phantom, the Ghost, the Angel of Death?!
Hurt Kat protests, "Hey, I wasn't lying! My full name is Kathryn Christine Daae Nelsen. Honest," she adds.
Well, you're not the girl I was looking for.
Kat looks as though she has been slapped. "Oh." Under her breath she mutters, "I wish I was."
Pardon?
Blushing, Kat responds, "Nothing."
Well, I must go now. Wait, one more thing. Are you Kat?
Kat's eyes grow big. "You have heard of me?"
Laughs I keep track of some of my more. adamant admirers. Lets just say you have been very prominent. Thank you for your stories, they are a refreshing contrast to most, though I must say Meg is a bit too talkative for me.
"Thank you!" Kat giggles.
I have heard you sing, too. Keep up the good work, maybe I will talk to you sometime soon. Or rather, sing.
Kat doesn't respond to this, as she is too busy on the floor. Swooning. After a few minutes, she recovers and pulls herself to the chair.