Disclamer: I do not own POTO or anyone involved in it (that also unfortunately means GB).
I Dispise Raoul : Love your name. I agree about Raoul. I couldn't stand him in the movie. I will definitely put in more Raoul bashing as he's so easy to do.
Diary,
OOH I am so mad! I was really upset to find out that those insipid managers had replaced me with that fluffy air-headed Christine. I had returned to the Opera House to tell them where they could stick their queues. Also, I received this nasty note from that fop. Only he could spell that badly. Plus I recognized the smell of my perfume that he stole from me! The real Phantom would never scent his letters. And he would spell better. I have received many of insult letters from him so I know the difference. I also wanted to tell the fop off. Of course he denied any knowledge of sending such a letter. And those rancid managers believed him. Apparently the ingenue disappeared after the performance and only arrived back just after I arrived to tell them that I quit. Those two morons decided to grovel and try to sway me from leaving. M. Giry arrived to tell them that the missing flake returned and that she had another note. Apparently the little minx went off with a man (obviously not the fop since he can't be described as such.) The Phantom had told them to put her in the lead of the production. (Unlike the fop who told me that little Lottie was taking my place tonight). Why does that fop call her Lottie when her name is Christine? Anyway, I was very angry by the end of the letter and I had went to my dressing room to clear out my stuff, including my favorite portrait of me holding the head on the platter. Ubaldo was behind me all the way. They could keep that frog hiding Christine. Not surprising, I found a huge amount of toads in my closet when I went to take my dresses out. Apparently that fop got a hold of more of my dresses. His stench was on them, not to mention that they were obviously stretched out. He should wear a corset if he's going to wear women's clothing. All the while, the managers were sniveling and groveling while everything was packed up. They still followed me out to the doors where mobs of Christine's fans were. I told the managers that I would stay and perform if Firmin drank out of my shoe and carry me on my chase to the stage. And they agreed. Men are so easy to manipulate. They all sang to me, but that crazy Christine kept giving me these filthy looks. Did you know that she talks to mirrors? I caught her doing that a couple of times tonight. Poor lonely thing. If I had that fop chasing after me, I would talk to mirrors too. Anyway, we began the performance only to be interrupted by the Phantom. (I have to say he interests me greatly even though he insults me). Unfortunately that blasted girl got a hold of my throat spray and did something to it. When I had began to sing again, I went from singing to croaking! What is with that girl and frogs? She even sleeps with them. That's what I had heard from the other ballerinas anyway. I suppose the frogs are still better than the fop is. I wonder if she was with the Phantom last night? I had run off stage with Ubaldo following me. He is so kind and gentle to me. I don't care if he is overweight. I was so in tears after that. I am sure that little brat was laughing herself silly over that one. Apparently after I had left and they had set the ballet to go on so they could get the frog princess ready, something else crazy happened. That stupid drunken Buquet had gotten completely drunk while up in the rafters and fell only supported by a rope. All the ballerinas thought he had hung himself, only to find that he just slipped and was alive. I am sure they had to clean all of the seats in the audience and mop up the stage after that. Well, on that note. Ciao.