Disclaimer: No, I do not own this….but I wish, oh how I wish I did….


"What's the matter Erik?" Christine asked.

"….I can't do this,"

Ms. Giry stepped forward, "Like hell you can't! I demand to know why you can't do this,"

"You know why,"

Ms. Giry thought about it for a minute and then ran out of the den. Christine and Meg stood there looking confused. Erik started to fiddle around on the piano. Suddenly, it turned into some sort of hillbilly dancing song. He started to laugh as Christine and Meg danced. The two girls spun each other around and around until they were so dizzy that they had to stop.

Ms. Giry walked in as the girls fell on the floor. She was holding something wrapped in a cloth.

"I knew I had this somewhere. It was my great grandfather's. He used to go to masquerade's a lot back when we all lived in France," she unwrapped the parcel.

"It's a mask…." Erik picked it up and put it on his face. He put his hood down. The mask was white and covered a little over half of his face, "Well, how does it look?"

Damn that mask looks sexy on you! Wait, I can't say that! Christine blushed, "It looks perfect!"

"I agree!" said Meg.

"Wonderful! Now, back to practicing we go!" Ms. Giry said as she grabbed the script/music.

They practiced until midnight. When they headed off to bed, the three teens were dancing and singing to all of the songs, yes even Erik who hadn't taken the mask off. They literally all fell down the stairs they were laughing so hard at each other and their mistakes.

"CHILDREN MUST SLEEP! I WILL NOT LET YOU SKIP CLASS TOMORROW!" came a shrill voice from upstairs.

Erik laughed and flopped down on the pull-out bed. Christine and Meg both went into the bathroom to change into pajamas. They came out in sweats and tee shirts instead.

"I thought you were getting into your pajamas," Erik laughed.

"Well they involved leather and whips," Christine said jokingly.

Meg couldn't control her laughter anymore. She let it burst out big and loud.

"GIRLS! ERIK! GET TO BED NOW!"

Christine flopped onto her bed after managing to calm Meg down. Erik had a lamp already turned on as Meg turned off the lights and fell asleep. He pulled out the original score.

"What are you changing? It sounds perfect," Christine said.

"I'm writing out the orchestra and band parts," he said not lifting his eyes off of the paper for even an instant.

"I see a light down there, get to sleep!" Ms. Giry called down the stairs. Erik turned off the light and walked over to the egress window. Christine crawled under her comforter and watched him write music by moonlight until she fell asleep.

Erik glanced over his shoulder to make sure that both of them were asleep. He took the mask off, put his hood back up, grabbed a blanket, and went to bed.

"BREAKFAST IS READY!"

Meg threw her pillow at Christine and told her to get up. Christine yawned and looked around the room.

"Where's Erik?"

"I think he's already upstairs eating our bacon!" cried Meg.

The girls ran up the stairs to see, as suspected, Erik hording all the bacon for himself. As well as the pancakes and scrambled eggs. Christine walked over to him and took the plate of bacon.

"Hey! I was eating that!"

"Damn carnivore. SHARE!" Christine said as she grabbed the scrambled eggs.

Erik moaned something that sounded like breakfast and no. Meg took the leftovers graciously and started to eat as fast as possible. She looked at the clock. It was 6:30am.

"Christine, we got to hurry and get ready! Mom's going to leave in fifteen minutes!"

Erik got up from the table, stuck his plate in the dishwasher, and went into living room.

"Ms. Giry, I need a toothbrush…and possibly some deodorant," he added after smelling his shirt. She laughed and guided him to the bathroom where Meg and Christine were frantically getting ready. She pulled out an unopened toothbrush from under the sink. Then, she grabbed some UnIsEx spray on deodorant.

"Knock yourself out Erik," Ms. Giry said as she and the girls left the bathroom.

Erik quickly de-smelled himself, brushed his teeth, and ran after the three women to the car. Today, some of Christine's techno music was in the CD player. Christine and Meg were singing along with the words:

vrais a pleche dar numa numa i-ay

numa numa i-ay numa numa numa i-ay

kipul tow she dragosta din tay, ma mintesc day oki ti-ay

vrais a pleche dar numa numa i-ay

numa numa i-ay numa numa numa i-ay

kipul tow she dragosta din tay, ma mintesc day oki ti-ay

"AHH WHAT IS THIS!" Erik screamed.

"It's a Romanian techno song. NUMA NUMA!" Christine said happily as they pulled up to the school.


Whooo, that was a hard chapter to write. Yes I know, it could've been longer. But there are some things I would like to say (I also know people are getting sick of this, but…)

To all it may apply, I don't care that some of my words seem to "degrade" my story. That is how I type and say things myself. To me, the words "ya" and "stuff" are in my general vocabulary! No one else really seems to mind, and it just sounds right to me. Also, as I have said before, IF YOU DON'T LIKE THE STORY THEN DON'T READ IT! I got a very cough cough inserts profanities rude comment about how I don't make sense. As most of you can tell, I am very random. I don't know, maybe you just have to be on the same insanity level as me .

Okay? Sorry if I seem very rude or straight to the point. I know that reviews are for comments and stuff, but I don't like people telling me how I should use my words.

Love you all!

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