Disclaimer: I don't own Switched!, obviously, because if I did I'd switch myself with a certain Broadway performer playing a certain young opera singer... Mwahaha. And besides that, this really isn't much like the show, so I don't really think they'd have a problem with my title...
And I don't own PTO or ALW, though I do have a glow-in-the-dark mask and a T-Shirt from my recent Broadway experience.
That is all.
Premise: (In case you skipped the summary. Don't know why you would...) The characters are stuck performing Phantom of the Opera over and over and over and they are all a bit fed up with their roles. Watch me have fun completely messing things up.
(The characters are sitting around after a particularly trying performance)
Erik: Did you see that? The stupid technician lowered the angel statue too early tonight. And then he brought it up too quickly. I almost died! He should be fired...or punjabbed! [takes out punjab lasso]
Christine: [rolls eyes] Oh, put that away and stop complaining. I'd love to have a little break behind the statue. But noooo, I have to be out there singing the whole time.
Raoul: [cutting in] You two think you have it bad. I have to dive through the stage into a 'lake' and almost get killed! And sing while I'm being 'almost killed'! And people always misunderstand my character. [pouts slightly]
Madame Giry: Yeah, why do people always assume that I'm mean?
Meg: And that I'm ditzy?
Carlotta: And that I [really] sing like this?
Andre/Firmin: [in unison] And that we have no personality!
All: I hate my role!
[Authoress pops in eating a schmouffle.]
Authoress: Well, then, let's add a new dimension. I propose an experimental character swap.
Madame Giry: Who are you?
Authoress: Doesn't matter. I'm not even technically supposed to be here-it's just a matter of time before the TAWP drags me away.
Raoul: T...A-W-P? Wha?
Authoress: Terrible Author/Authoress Write-in Preventers. But anyway, do you think you could handle it?
Meg: the character swap? Sure.
Everybody: [nods in agreement, each person making random jokes about how much better they'd be in another role] Yeah, sounds good, etc.
Authoress: Alright! Well, then, here's the list and feel free to change octaves at any time.
[Authoress poofs] [as in, dissappears]
All: Oooo
Madame Giry: [examines list] Ok, looks like... the Phantom and Christine get to switch places [Christine giggles and Erik quirks an eyebrow and gives an amused half-grin], Raoul gets to be Meg and vice versa [Raoul and Meg exchange puzzled looks and wonder about the sanity of the Authoress], Carlotta switches places with Firmin and I get to be Andre and he gets to be me. [indifferent shrugs from the last four]
Andre: So...what do we do now?
Firmin: We don't have to...switch costumes, do we?
Everyone: [looks rather horrified at the suggestion because, as you might have realized, each character is now playing a character of the opposite gender]
[Authoress pops back in]
Authoress: NO! No, don't do that. Although, Christine: it might be helpful if you had a mask and a cape
Christine: Ok. [pulls out freakishly small mask that fits her face]
Erik: [gives her his cape, which is waaaay too big for her]
Authoress: Ok, crisis averted. [poofs]
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AN: It gets better, I promise. I just got really impatient to upload, so I made this the first chapter.
And I don't own PTO or ALW, though I do have a glow-in-the-dark mask and a T-Shirt from my recent Broadway experience.
That is all.
Premise: (In case you skipped the summary. Don't know why you would...) The characters are stuck performing Phantom of the Opera over and over and over and they are all a bit fed up with their roles. Watch me have fun completely messing things up.
(The characters are sitting around after a particularly trying performance)
Erik: Did you see that? The stupid technician lowered the angel statue too early tonight. And then he brought it up too quickly. I almost died! He should be fired...or punjabbed! [takes out punjab lasso]
Christine: [rolls eyes] Oh, put that away and stop complaining. I'd love to have a little break behind the statue. But noooo, I have to be out there singing the whole time.
Raoul: [cutting in] You two think you have it bad. I have to dive through the stage into a 'lake' and almost get killed! And sing while I'm being 'almost killed'! And people always misunderstand my character. [pouts slightly]
Madame Giry: Yeah, why do people always assume that I'm mean?
Meg: And that I'm ditzy?
Carlotta: And that I [really] sing like this?
Andre/Firmin: [in unison] And that we have no personality!
All: I hate my role!
[Authoress pops in eating a schmouffle.]
Authoress: Well, then, let's add a new dimension. I propose an experimental character swap.
Madame Giry: Who are you?
Authoress: Doesn't matter. I'm not even technically supposed to be here-it's just a matter of time before the TAWP drags me away.
Raoul: T...A-W-P? Wha?
Authoress: Terrible Author/Authoress Write-in Preventers. But anyway, do you think you could handle it?
Meg: the character swap? Sure.
Everybody: [nods in agreement, each person making random jokes about how much better they'd be in another role] Yeah, sounds good, etc.
Authoress: Alright! Well, then, here's the list and feel free to change octaves at any time.
[Authoress poofs] [as in, dissappears]
All: Oooo
Madame Giry: [examines list] Ok, looks like... the Phantom and Christine get to switch places [Christine giggles and Erik quirks an eyebrow and gives an amused half-grin], Raoul gets to be Meg and vice versa [Raoul and Meg exchange puzzled looks and wonder about the sanity of the Authoress], Carlotta switches places with Firmin and I get to be Andre and he gets to be me. [indifferent shrugs from the last four]
Andre: So...what do we do now?
Firmin: We don't have to...switch costumes, do we?
Everyone: [looks rather horrified at the suggestion because, as you might have realized, each character is now playing a character of the opposite gender]
[Authoress pops back in]
Authoress: NO! No, don't do that. Although, Christine: it might be helpful if you had a mask and a cape
Christine: Ok. [pulls out freakishly small mask that fits her face]
Erik: [gives her his cape, which is waaaay too big for her]
Authoress: Ok, crisis averted. [poofs]
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AN: It gets better, I promise. I just got really impatient to upload, so I made this the first chapter.