Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THIS-cries- I need a hug….
"Well, what do you think? Can it work? Will it work?" Erik asked excitedly.
"Erik, I think there is one slight problem…" Ms. Giry said.
His face fell, "What is it?"
"Raoul shouldn't be the Phantom,"
"But…his voice would be perfect for it!"
"No, Erik, not unless you want Carlotta to play Miss Daaé,"
Erik looked like he was going to throw up, "Then who? Who could play the Phantom? I don't know anyone at this school that can carry the notes long enough,"
Ms. Giry looked at him, "I do,"
"WHO!"
She continued to look at him.
"Wait…you want me…to sing…?" she nodded, "But…I can't,"
"Like hell you can't!" She said, "You and Christine will start practicing tonight! That is final! Be at our house by 6:00pm. You will eat dinner with us as well," the bell rang, "Now, off with you, I must make copies of this,"
Erik scurried out of her office. I…I can't perform in front of anyone…not with this…this hellish face. NO! I'll eat dinner and then tell her I refuse to do it. Yes…wait, no! That's just rude….hmm…
Erik was lost in deep thought as he headed to the cemetery. He looked around and then opened the gates. He paid his respects as he walked by all the tombstones. For some reason, this place cleared his mind to think things through. Erik sniffed the summer air. His eighteenth birthday was coming up soon. He could finally leave his house, and move into that apartment.
"…Erik? What are you doing here?" came an angelic voice.
Erik turned around to find Christine standing behind him, "Trying to clear my mind, you?"
She giggled, "Clear your mind at a graveyard? Well, that's a new one, but then again, my old neighbor cleared her mind in the barn,"
"You didn't answer my question,"
"Oh, well, I'm….visiting…my….erm…"
"Parents," he finished the sentence for her. She nodded, "I should probably pay my respects to my parents as well," he looked up at the sky.
"What?"
"Oh, didn't Meg tell you? Well, I would have thought Ms. Giry would have, I live in a foster home,"
"I-I'm sorry,"
"Don't be. It's okay," He looked at his watch. It was already five. How had he spent two hours here? "Christine, do you have a cell phone I could use?"
"Sure!" she dug through her backpack, "Here you go Erik!"
He quickly punched in the numbers of his house, "Hey! I'm visiting the graveyard…uh-huh…OH, Ms. Giry needs me to come over to work on something for drama…ya, I won't be home until late….if past midnight just stay there? Okay I'll tell her…yes…alright have a good time, uh-huh, bye." He hung up.
"You're coming over?"
"Yes, I finished what looks like to be our semester piece,"
"Cool and you have to come over to play the accompaniment to see how it sounds?"
"You could say that. Hey, since we are going the same way, do you want me to walk you home?"
"I'd like that," Christine smiled.
On the walk home, they got strange looks from the neighbors. Some of the children said hi to Erik. Christine started to talk about her life.
"It's so weird how comfortable I am around you. I've never even been this way around Meg,"
She could tell that Erik was smiling from beneath his hood.
"What is so funny?" she asked.
"You. You are so random, and so funny. You are the first person that I can be myself around,"
They turned to go up the steps of the deck at Christine's house. Erik opened the door for her. She nodded her thanks at him and went inside. She was hit with an aroma of meatloaf and mashed potatoes.
"I'm home! And I have a little stowaway!"
"Who?" came the voice of Ms. Giry.
"Erik,"
Meg came out, "Erik? What are you doing here? Christine, how many times do I have to tell you, don't bring stray puppies home," she said jokingly.
Erik set his stuff down on their couch.
"Are we practicing after dinner?"
"Yes," the beeper of the stove went off, "And it looks like it is ready. Sit! Sit!"
Meg, Erik, and Christine all sat at the table. Somehow while eating, Erik still managed to keep his face hidden. Their dinner was eaten in silence. Ms. Giry was the first to finish.
"Hurry, hurry children! We must practice for as long as possible. Erik, how long are your foster parents letting you stay?"
"I'm allowed to stay as always,"
"WONDERFUL! Meg, will you make up the spare bed in the basement?"
"But, we sleep down there too mum,"
"Erik won't do anything, besides, after this rigorous practice, no one will be able to move,"
Christine collected the dishes as Meg went downstairs.
"Here, I'll wash them, you just go wait in the den," Erik said.
"Okay,"
Christine sat in the den with her guardian. Erik and Meg came in after a few moments.
"Meg, this part is for you," Ms. Giry started as she shoved the part into her hand.
"But, I'm not in drama…."
"THERE IS A PART FOR YOU AND YOU WILL TAKE IT! Now, Christine, here is your part. Erik, I think you have yours in your backpack.
Meg looked her part over.
"Erik, how did you remember that I'm in ballet?"
"Besides the fact that you are wearing ballet flats?" he chuckled.
"Erik, the piano please?" Ms. Giry said.
The music started to come out of the instrument. It was beautiful. Meg and Christine followed along with the music perfectly. Until Erik stopped.
Yawn- bedtime now-crawls in bed- I'll review to some right now, please don't be offended if I don't get to you, I'm just sleep-deprived and should probably not stay up so late….hehehehe:
Deathrose: YAY I PLEASED SOMEONE! dances
Foreveriseternallymine: Mwahahahahahaha, it improved, no?
Awoman: I am glad that I am of some help to you! I try not to rant and rave, but when I check my e-mail it tends to be late at night and I am cranky. But, thank you for the compliment.
Hazel Kalirah: Will do!
Okay, I forgot the name of someone 'coz I was stupid. So, I think you will know who you are when I write this:
I am honored to be invited into the RPG bows and thank you for sticking with my story.
With that, I head to bed. Goodnight!
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