I'm just in the updating mood, what can I say…
Phantom of the Cabaret – Chapter 3
"Christine, you really should get out more." Meg told her as Christine started to put on her outfit.
"Meet some men, or something."
Christine rolled her eyes.
"I know! Why don't we go out clubbing tonight or something?"
"As if one club that we work at isn't enough?" Christine raised her eyebrows.
"This will be purely for leisure. We'll eat, drink, and be merry, without having to succumb to the wishes of old fat men who can't get it anywhere else."
"Wow. Sounds like fun."
"Christine," Meg whined, "It will be fun!"
Christine capped the mascara. "I can't remember the last time I've ever had 'fun'. You know I work two jobs. I can't do anything tonight, because I have to wake up early tomorrow anyway."
Meg sighed. "Fine." She said, and gave up persuading her. "But there is this nice man who donated money to this place, and I met him yesterday."
"And did he give you his number?" Christine started applying dark red lipstick.
"No, he's actually interested in you."
"Well, I'm not interested in him. I never am interested, you should know that, Meg."
"Well, he's ever so handsome…"
"That's nice." Christine now was applying blush.
Meg sat down. "Christine, you haven't even met him!"
"And I already don't like him."
"Oh, c'mon!" Meg was whining again. "His name's Raoul, and I believe his has a title as well, although I've forgotten it already."
"I could care less. Interesting name, though. I used to know a boy named Raoul, when I was a little girl." Christine stopped her reminiscing when she noticed Meg, though. "Meg! You haven't even got your costume on!"
"Fine, fine." Meg slowly started to put it on.
"Hurry up, Meg, we're on in a few minutes!"
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"I'm off!" Charles called.
"Where are you going?" Erik looked up from his laptop, where he was designing their latest building project.
"Back to that cabaret."
"Why?"
"It's rather interesting…and besides, we did build it."
"All right, whatever. But we have to wake up early to get started on this building."
"Okay. What is it this time?"
"Hopefully not a cabaret. I think it's a coffeehouse or something."
"Interesting."
"Rather." Erik went back to the laptop.
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"Raoul, what are you doing?" Philippe asked. "Is that my suit?"
"Yes, I need to borrow it for tonight."
"Why are you borrowing my suit? Where are you going?"
Raoul adjusted the tie, not wanting to meet his elder brother's eyes. "That cabaret."
"You better not mess it up." Philippe warned.
"I won't."
"Why do you need it, anyway?"
"It's for a bet." Raoul muttered, and left quickly.
"Why don't I trust you?" Philippe murmured as he left.
