All Thangs Just Keep Getting Better For Erik
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gryffingirl77: Thank you so much!!!
Alison: I feel so flattered. Thank you, dear!
The Khanum of Persia: Erik sends his love. :-D
Lavendar: Yeah I did think about that coffin thing! But think of it this way: If he were to sleep, he would have to remove his mask, and if he removed his mask... Yeah, let's not cross that bridge 'til we get there, mmmkay? :-D
To Everyone: Thank you, and I'm listening.
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Erik smiled. He stroked his chin in complacent thought as he watched Christine extemporize her feelings for him. Her hands were clasped on her lap, occasionally moving around in an action made for emphasis.
Erik's fantasy world was interrupted when a random cameraman said, "Uh, Sir Jai, Sir?"
"Ya huh?" replied Jai, not taking his eyes of Christine.
"Come here, please..." he called, motioning to the monitor.
"What?" Erik spat, though his name wasn't Jai.
"Check it out..." said the cameraman, rewinding the tape and playing it.
"Mahatma Gandhi!" he shrieked. "What the hell?!"
Erik watched the monitor and raised his brow at the site of Christine's floating head.
Jai slapped his forehead. "Why? How? Wh--..." he took a deep breath and looked at Christine. "Oh yeah... The dress..."
Erik looked at Christine's pristine white dress, with it's long ruffled sleeves and light cleavage... Erik coughed and focused his attention back to the monitor.
"So, what is she to do now?" he queried.
Jai paused. "Well, we could just use picture science to fix this, or we could tape it again..." he looked at the crew and said, "If we're gonna shoot this scene again, does it mean we get to stay here longer?"
One of them looked at the script list and nodded. Jai clasped his hands. "It's settled then," he declared.
"CARSON!" he yelled.
Carson walked out with his hands in his pockets. "I'm bored. Really bored!"
Erik looked at Jai, and said, "What does he do?"
Carson looked appalled. "I stand around and look pretty." He snapped both sarcastically and truthfully.
Jai laughed and said proudly, "He's the resident fashion savant."
Carson nodded pompously.
"And speaking of fashion," he said, motioning to Christine. "Get her into something that's not white." He said, motioning to the monitor.
Carson watched a minute or two of the footage. "This is great!" he exclaimed. "It can go with our theme!"
"Theme?" echoed Jai and Erik.
"Yah! Crazy-psychos-with-a-thing-for-pretending-to-be-nice-but-is-really- mean- and-freaks-innocent-homosexuals-out." He shot his evilest eye to Erik. Changing moods, he took Christine and said, "Come along, dearie, let's get you into something," mocking Erik he said. "NICE."
Erik felt his blood boil. He walked into his room, intent on getting that knotted piece of catgut from his bedside table, but when he walked into his room, he fell back.
"Dear God..." he exhaled.
"It's me, Margaret." Finished Ted as he pushed back the rest of his stuff.
Thom felt like crying. "This is your bedroom, right?"
He nodded. "Yes."
"Okay yeah, so..." Thom said. "You want me to believe that you sleep on a chair?" he said pointing to armchair they found Erik asleep in.
"Actually," reasoned Ted as he settled in the chair. "It's pretty comfy..."
"Ted!" he scolded. "Back me up here!"
"And get out of my chair!"
Ted threw his hands up in the air and said, "Pushy..." he walked to Ted's side and said plainly, "Erik's where's your bed?"
Erik looked around, his things arranged mismatched against the wall. "Good question..."
His eyes rested on a pile of his books and doodads. He pointed to it and said, "There. You used it for a table."
"I thought it was a table... A very unique table..." Thom sighed as they all walked to it. Erik carefully moved some of the items to a corner. He smoothed out his coffin and lifted the lid.
"Jesus, Mary and Joseph! You!"
"Actually, Thom, it's pretty comfy..."
"Ted, back me up!"
"And get out of there!!!" retorted Erik. He paused then said in a gentler tone, "Or don't... I'd be happy to place you there forever..."
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Sorry if this chapter is kinda short! I just had to place this in! Don't hate me, just please review! Claim your cupcakes from me, mmmkay?
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MmeMarie: Oh dear God! Thank you! Changes have been made immediately. Thank you! Thank you! :-D
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gryffingirl77: Thank you so much!!!
Alison: I feel so flattered. Thank you, dear!
The Khanum of Persia: Erik sends his love. :-D
Lavendar: Yeah I did think about that coffin thing! But think of it this way: If he were to sleep, he would have to remove his mask, and if he removed his mask... Yeah, let's not cross that bridge 'til we get there, mmmkay? :-D
To Everyone: Thank you, and I'm listening.
!!
Erik smiled. He stroked his chin in complacent thought as he watched Christine extemporize her feelings for him. Her hands were clasped on her lap, occasionally moving around in an action made for emphasis.
Erik's fantasy world was interrupted when a random cameraman said, "Uh, Sir Jai, Sir?"
"Ya huh?" replied Jai, not taking his eyes of Christine.
"Come here, please..." he called, motioning to the monitor.
"What?" Erik spat, though his name wasn't Jai.
"Check it out..." said the cameraman, rewinding the tape and playing it.
"Mahatma Gandhi!" he shrieked. "What the hell?!"
Erik watched the monitor and raised his brow at the site of Christine's floating head.
Jai slapped his forehead. "Why? How? Wh--..." he took a deep breath and looked at Christine. "Oh yeah... The dress..."
Erik looked at Christine's pristine white dress, with it's long ruffled sleeves and light cleavage... Erik coughed and focused his attention back to the monitor.
"So, what is she to do now?" he queried.
Jai paused. "Well, we could just use picture science to fix this, or we could tape it again..." he looked at the crew and said, "If we're gonna shoot this scene again, does it mean we get to stay here longer?"
One of them looked at the script list and nodded. Jai clasped his hands. "It's settled then," he declared.
"CARSON!" he yelled.
Carson walked out with his hands in his pockets. "I'm bored. Really bored!"
Erik looked at Jai, and said, "What does he do?"
Carson looked appalled. "I stand around and look pretty." He snapped both sarcastically and truthfully.
Jai laughed and said proudly, "He's the resident fashion savant."
Carson nodded pompously.
"And speaking of fashion," he said, motioning to Christine. "Get her into something that's not white." He said, motioning to the monitor.
Carson watched a minute or two of the footage. "This is great!" he exclaimed. "It can go with our theme!"
"Theme?" echoed Jai and Erik.
"Yah! Crazy-psychos-with-a-thing-for-pretending-to-be-nice-but-is-really- mean- and-freaks-innocent-homosexuals-out." He shot his evilest eye to Erik. Changing moods, he took Christine and said, "Come along, dearie, let's get you into something," mocking Erik he said. "NICE."
Erik felt his blood boil. He walked into his room, intent on getting that knotted piece of catgut from his bedside table, but when he walked into his room, he fell back.
"Dear God..." he exhaled.
"It's me, Margaret." Finished Ted as he pushed back the rest of his stuff.
Thom felt like crying. "This is your bedroom, right?"
He nodded. "Yes."
"Okay yeah, so..." Thom said. "You want me to believe that you sleep on a chair?" he said pointing to armchair they found Erik asleep in.
"Actually," reasoned Ted as he settled in the chair. "It's pretty comfy..."
"Ted!" he scolded. "Back me up here!"
"And get out of my chair!"
Ted threw his hands up in the air and said, "Pushy..." he walked to Ted's side and said plainly, "Erik's where's your bed?"
Erik looked around, his things arranged mismatched against the wall. "Good question..."
His eyes rested on a pile of his books and doodads. He pointed to it and said, "There. You used it for a table."
"I thought it was a table... A very unique table..." Thom sighed as they all walked to it. Erik carefully moved some of the items to a corner. He smoothed out his coffin and lifted the lid.
"Jesus, Mary and Joseph! You!"
"Actually, Thom, it's pretty comfy..."
"Ted, back me up!"
"And get out of there!!!" retorted Erik. He paused then said in a gentler tone, "Or don't... I'd be happy to place you there forever..."
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Sorry if this chapter is kinda short! I just had to place this in! Don't hate me, just please review! Claim your cupcakes from me, mmmkay?
!!
MmeMarie: Oh dear God! Thank you! Changes have been made immediately. Thank you! Thank you! :-D