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!
"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!