Kat sits limply on the computer chair, listening with a mix of horror and
curiosity.
Peron, oh Perooooon.
Can anyone teach me how to loooooove him.
Hey, I can teach a course of love in three, puuuurfect steps, my little lump of catnip.
There she is! The little fake! I shall send in my letter of resign.
Kat gasped as the piercing voice threatened to bust her ear drums. "Keep it down in there, will you?"
Carlotta, we beseech you- Two mens voices appeared.
Its useless trying to appease meeeeeee.
"Carlotta and the managers? Raoul and Christine? Evita, Mary, and a crazed, lovesick cat? What next?" Kat asked herself.
He's here, the Phantom of the Opera! Beware, the Phantom of the Opera! He is with us, it's the ghost! He is with us, in the host!
Kat cringes as Meg, Madame Giry, Piangi, Buquet, and the entire ballet and choral company echoes in her head. Clutching it, she tries to sort the voices out, but it had become a crazy garble of confusion. In the midst of the chaos, she manages to hear a few conversations.
I gave you my music, made your song take wing.
Angel of Darkness, cease this torment!
Angel of Music, guide or guardian.
How I love my coat of many colors.
Prima Donna your song shall live again!
O traditori!!!!
He's here, the Phantom of the Opera!
Up, Up, Up to the Heavyside Layer!
The dreams of our dear brother are the decade's biggest yawn.
Kat listens to the frenzy in her head until it is unbearable. She screams in pain.
Silence.
"Oh.my.God." Kat breathes. "I've been dreaming." Kat looks down at the book she is holding and quickly drops it. "What a dream, I think I had better go to bed." She pauses, making sure there are no more voices. "Nope, I'm normal."
Kat! You have awoken!
Kat cries, "Oh no! Not you again! Please, just go away! I don't want to write anymore!"
But-
"No! No more!" Kat screams, flinging herself away from the computer. She runs from the room. Suddenly, the phone rings.
Kat looks suspiciously at it. Finally, on the sixth ring, she decides it is safe to answer it.
"H-Hello?" she answers.
"Hey babe. How's my angel of music?"
"Erik," Kat sighs. "Why are you calling me so early?"
"Early, chick? Are you kidding?"
Kat replies, "Look, honey, I just got no sleep the past few hours and I need to rest with what bit of night is left."
Erik asks with concern in his voice, "Kat, are you ok? Its 10 in the morning. See that bright yellow stuff? Its called sunlight. I had called to see if you wanted to see a movie, but I think you better rest. We can go out tonight."
Kat looks out the window. Sure enough, sunlight is streaming through the pane. "Sounds good to me, Erik. See you later."
"Sweet dreams, ma petite angel."
Smiling, Kat hangs up the phone, then falls over in a deep sleep.
Are you sure you don't want to write? I have an excellent idea, and I just don't think it can wait.
Kat's eyes fly open, then turning over, she closes them again and mumbles, "MMmmmm."
Translation: Get the hell out of here or I will sick Erik and the Punjab Lasso on you and your freakin a-musing days will be over.
THE END
I hope you enjoyed reading this, I seriously had no idea where it was going. R&R! Love, Kat
Peron, oh Perooooon.
Can anyone teach me how to loooooove him.
Hey, I can teach a course of love in three, puuuurfect steps, my little lump of catnip.
There she is! The little fake! I shall send in my letter of resign.
Kat gasped as the piercing voice threatened to bust her ear drums. "Keep it down in there, will you?"
Carlotta, we beseech you- Two mens voices appeared.
Its useless trying to appease meeeeeee.
"Carlotta and the managers? Raoul and Christine? Evita, Mary, and a crazed, lovesick cat? What next?" Kat asked herself.
He's here, the Phantom of the Opera! Beware, the Phantom of the Opera! He is with us, it's the ghost! He is with us, in the host!
Kat cringes as Meg, Madame Giry, Piangi, Buquet, and the entire ballet and choral company echoes in her head. Clutching it, she tries to sort the voices out, but it had become a crazy garble of confusion. In the midst of the chaos, she manages to hear a few conversations.
I gave you my music, made your song take wing.
Angel of Darkness, cease this torment!
Angel of Music, guide or guardian.
How I love my coat of many colors.
Prima Donna your song shall live again!
O traditori!!!!
He's here, the Phantom of the Opera!
Up, Up, Up to the Heavyside Layer!
The dreams of our dear brother are the decade's biggest yawn.
Kat listens to the frenzy in her head until it is unbearable. She screams in pain.
Silence.
"Oh.my.God." Kat breathes. "I've been dreaming." Kat looks down at the book she is holding and quickly drops it. "What a dream, I think I had better go to bed." She pauses, making sure there are no more voices. "Nope, I'm normal."
Kat! You have awoken!
Kat cries, "Oh no! Not you again! Please, just go away! I don't want to write anymore!"
But-
"No! No more!" Kat screams, flinging herself away from the computer. She runs from the room. Suddenly, the phone rings.
Kat looks suspiciously at it. Finally, on the sixth ring, she decides it is safe to answer it.
"H-Hello?" she answers.
"Hey babe. How's my angel of music?"
"Erik," Kat sighs. "Why are you calling me so early?"
"Early, chick? Are you kidding?"
Kat replies, "Look, honey, I just got no sleep the past few hours and I need to rest with what bit of night is left."
Erik asks with concern in his voice, "Kat, are you ok? Its 10 in the morning. See that bright yellow stuff? Its called sunlight. I had called to see if you wanted to see a movie, but I think you better rest. We can go out tonight."
Kat looks out the window. Sure enough, sunlight is streaming through the pane. "Sounds good to me, Erik. See you later."
"Sweet dreams, ma petite angel."
Smiling, Kat hangs up the phone, then falls over in a deep sleep.
Are you sure you don't want to write? I have an excellent idea, and I just don't think it can wait.
Kat's eyes fly open, then turning over, she closes them again and mumbles, "MMmmmm."
Translation: Get the hell out of here or I will sick Erik and the Punjab Lasso on you and your freakin a-musing days will be over.
THE END
I hope you enjoyed reading this, I seriously had no idea where it was going. R&R! Love, Kat