A/N: All I can say about this drabble fic is that my muses (is that the correct plural?) had the cookies and would not give them back until I typed this up. Forgive this pathetic attempt (it's much better in its basic script form) but they took the cake this time…
Erik glared down at the people currently inhabiting the Opera House. His Opera. How dare they disrespect his orders!
"Did I not instruct that Box Five was to be kept empty?"
The crowd gasped and twittered among themselves. Christine glanced at Raoul, Raoul looked at the managers, and the managers gaped at each other. One of them stood (it was quite impossible to see which because they backed away into the shadows for fear of incurring more of the Phantom's wrath).
"Er…No, monsieur, no, you did not…" Erik paused for a moment, thinking.
"Drat. I knew I had forgotten something…"