Am now updating. I'm in my Phantom costume (minus mask and gloves – hard to breathe and type respectively) all ready for the movie. Which won't start for about five hours. So I'm passing the time by updating.

Lazy.kender19: Your lightswitch…turns on the Internet. I don't know, that's kind of cool. (flip) INTERNET! Oh, don't hurt the poor books. Books are good things. ;)

Hey, I have an idea. I just put a chatroom on one of my websites – the Inuyasha one in my profile. If it works, we can use that!

LuckyEponine04: Yay! Oh, yesterday I watched Les Mis in movie form, but not the musical. I was singing the songs all through the movie. It was weird, to see Valjean being threatened by Javert on screen, while I sang, "Valjean, at last we see each other plain…" Etc.

MiMi: Why does Raoul look like a pirate in the movie?! (thinks) You're right, he does! HAHA! No clue. Must just be the swordfight scene. Yup, you can be in it.

Phantomraver: Oh, a cookie! (chomp) First apples, now cookies! Reviews keep me from going hungry! …If anyone wants to offer pizza…hint hint. Heehee. Tsk tsk. You already got one cyberhug. One per reviewer. ;)

ButterflyOfLothlorien: Love your name. Both of them. A hug for the desc. (hugs)

And sure you can be in it.

Eat-drums: Three times? And you saw The Woman in White? LUCKY! (now wants to move to England) I adore Michael Crawford…and don't like what I've heard of Butler so far. But maybe he'll grow on me too.

Kianra: A list? Uh, yeah sure, hang on…SummerSong, FaithoftheForsaken, Danica Enjolras, JessicaDwyer, LoneGunGirl88, Lazy.kender19, The Flying Breadstick, Kianra (you!), Phoenixthemenace, Kojinka, Mandy the O, FaithoftheForsaken's friend, Phantomraver, EmeraldSkygoddess, MiMi, MortRouge, and Eat-drums. In no particular order. It's long. I'm doing the dedicated reviewers first. Yeah, they should have used the people from Broadway. At least.

SummerSong: O.O Wow. Ooh – that's a good fic idea! A Phantom wedding…

Priest: Do you Erik, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?

Erik: NO! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, NO!

Heehee. Poor Erik. Normally I don't like bashing him. He should be worshiped. What's wrong with me?

Ratha Ryou Aree: Ratha! Yay, you're here! Finally! (talking to all the other reviewers) I go to school with her!

MetaChi: OH! Zim. Yeah. I normally just call it Zim. That quote is on my Yahoo profile too. I love it. "After all, to the worshipees, we're scary." We are, it's true. Oh, and if you don't mind, I'm going to borrow a little something else from your fic.

MortRouge: 50 reviews already! Wow, thanks! I love Japanese – I spent most of my time on this site in the anime section before I discovered Phantom fanfiction. And technically…with all respect to our Erik, pretty much everyone is more handsome than him. (Erik is annoyed…) Well it's true! And I will truly tell you about it! Although my European reviewer has already seen it three times. (glares at eat-drums)

Okay, too many review replies. It's all Kianra's fault, she wanted a list. Just kidding.

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Aislin looked up at a very distraught Erik and a very happy Danica. When they arrived, Danica happily began chatting with Kimberly about the date and their encounter with Raoul and Christine. Meanwhile, Jessica leaped up and stood by Erik. "My turn!"

"But I wanted a drink!" protested Erik, as Jessica dragged him off down the street.

Resigned to staying with her for at least three hours, he stopped struggling and walked with her. This had one good thing – she now let go of him. It was good to see that she hadn't been as clingy as Danica had been. Jessica skipped along beside him for a good ten minutes before Erik began to grow frustrated.

"So…where are we going?" he inquired at last. It wasn't a nice feeling to be hanging around this girl with no clue of what was going to happen.

"We've got two tickets to go on one of those Hollywood bus tours." Jessica seemed excited.

"A tour?" Erik didn't like those tours. There was one in Paris that stopped off at the Opera House, and it was always full of curious people interested in getting a look at 'the Opera Ghost's lair.' Some tourists were even daring enough to climb in the boat and attempt to get across the lake. Which was very entertaining for the Siren in the lake, but caused Erik a lot of grief. His job was to terrorize the Opera, not random tourists. And the Siren enjoyed her job of keeping outsiders out a little too much.

But maybe being in the tour would be more fun.

Wrong.

It was a large, blue, double-decker bus, with unfortunate owners of cheaper tickets on the bottom level and lucky owners of better tickets on the top level with the tour guide. It was just a perk of being in this contest that Erik and his dates got the best of everything, and managed to get front seats on the top level.

Erik was sitting on the edge, by a rather small protective railing.

He could handle heights, and in all honesty, the bus wasn't that high. But when it was speeding along a busy street and he had no wall protecting him from falling out, he got a little nervous.

"Welcome to Hollywood Tours," said a happy, bouncy woman at the front of the bus. She looked like she enjoyed her job too much. "Before we get started, I would like to point out that we have a…sort of celebrity on the bus today!"

Erik looked around, and found the guide pointing at him. "Let's welcome Erik, the Phantom of the Opera!" He blushed, as both levels of the bus clapped, and a small group of girls at the back cheered. Erik turned, and saw Kat, Summer, Breanna, and some other girls he didn't recognize shouting happily. What were they doing here? Why was his fanclub following him everywhere he went?

It was true – they all wore black T-shirts that read "Project Phantom", and a few sported masks. It looked like he really did have a fanclub. Scratch that – make that phanclub. The girls happily waved roses in the air and sang his theme song together.

"Who are these girls?" wondered the tour guide.

Summer stood up and announced to the whole bus – "We represent the Erik phangirls of all over the world. We are an Internet based group called Project Phantom, promoting E/C phanfiction and all-around worshiping the Phantom of the Opera!"

"Erik! Erik! Erik! Erik!" chanted the other girls. It looked like he'd found out who had been standing shouting outside his door the day of the first date. He envisioned a large group of Project Phantomers pounding down the hotel door.

The tour didn't go too well. Aside from being terrified of toppling out of the bus, every one of the Project Phantom members came up individually to either talk to him, glomp him, or just stare at him until the next phan came to wave her away. They all greeted Jessica like they knew her.

Consequently he missed everything the tour guide said. That was saying a lot, because she had an annoyingly loud, high voice. He caught the names of a few American movie stars he'd heard about, but didn't get much else.

Erik spent most of the ride looking warily over the side of the bus, ignoring phangirls as best he could, and having Jessica leaning on him affectionately. It was awkward, especially as it pushed him farther towards the side of the bus.

They stopped off at the Walk of Fame, where they spent half an hour trudging along, looking at the names on the street.

"Hey, look, Mickey Mouse!" exclaimed Jessica. She stopped to take a picture of the cartoon character's star on the sidewalk.

Erik continued on, with Jessica running to catch up, looking at all the stars famous people had had put down. Most of them were of older actors he'd barely heard of, but he recognized a few of them.

When they reached the end of the Walk, they found the bus and the tour guide waiting for them. "Everyone back on the bus!" she called cheerfully. Erik was disgusted to see that she now wore, in place of her tour uniform, a black Project Phantom T-shirt. Apparently the member with the huge canvas bag was selling shirts to prospective members and 'converting non-believers,' as she later called it.

As Erik and Jessica climbed back onto the bus with the rest of the group, they heard a loud, angry shout from back on the sidewalk.

"IT'S NOT HERE! IT'S AN INSULT I TELL YOU, AN INSULT!"

"HOW DARE THEY NOT HAVE ONE!"

"WE SHOULD DO IT OURSELVES! Who has a can of spraypaint?

"I've got one, here, in my purse!"

As Erik looked over the side carefully, he saw five Project Phantomers kneeling at the end of the Walk, attempting to spray paint his name within a makeshift star on the concrete, with the other twelve or so members standing around and applauding. A policeman came running down the street, and the five girls screamed and ran away.

"ERIK LIVES!!!" they yelled as they fled. The other Project Phantomers left behind took up the cry. ERIK LIVES echoed down the whole street. Erik slid down in his seat as Jessica added he voice to the tumult.

After that, the tour took them to other places in the city, but Erik had no inclination to leave the bus. Disappointed, Jessica stayed with him, attempting to cheer him up, but having no luck. They simply returned to the little street café, Jessica quite subdued after inadvertently depressing Erik.

The Ghost, in turn, was all too aware of the group of Project Phantomers, rejoined by their delinquent friends, still following him, just out of reach of the Punjab lasso.

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I was afraid this chapter wouldn't be funny at all, but when I had the idea to have some Project Phantomers make an appearance, it got really funny. It's in honor of me joining Project Phantom just today. Read and review!