Howdy everybody. Thank you for the reviews. And thank you LittleLotte (you know who you are) you actually reviewed ALL my chapters. I would have just reviewed the last one. Anyways, thank you all for the grat reviews! Okay, anything else? thinks not that i can think of. Oh yeah! You guys should read LittleLotte's story, its so cool! oh! and You can't escape your fate, its really awesome. So here's The Play, Part Two: Roses. Have fun! (I know I did)


Unfortunately, everyone's practice was cut short by Carlotta's screaming. Again.

Christine and Meg were with Madame Giry when it happened. It was twenty minutes to curtain and everyone was anxious.

All three were the first to find Carlotta in the bathroom.

When they arrived, Carlotta was still screaming.

Only it couldn't have been Carlotta. This girl's face was covered with a horrific red rash and bumps. The only way Christine knew that it was Carlotta was by the costume and the voice that came from the walking rash.

"MADAME GIRY! HELP ME! WHAT HAPPENED!"

Madame Giry looked at her with her hands covering her mouth. "Carlotta?"

The girl broke out into sobs. "Help me! Please! I don't know what to do!"

Both Meg and Christine stood with their mouths open.

"How did this happen?" Madame Giry said almost whispering.

"My cream earlier was missing and when I saw it again I put it on. AND LOOK AT WHAT HAPPENED!"

Madame Giry took the cream that was on the counter and sniffed it. "What's in it?"

"Your basic stuff," she said in tears. "Milk, chamomile, oatmeal-"

"What about roses?"

The girl-rash looked at Madame Giry. "No, I am allergic to roses."

"This stuff reeks of roses," she told her calmly. "Someone must have put it in the cream."

Christine looked at Meg forcefully.

Meg looked at Christine. "Don't look at me. I didn't do it."

"YOU!"

Christine looked at Carlotta who was pointing a red accusing finger at her. "YOU DID IT!"

Christine looked at her outraged. "I most certainly did not!"

"Yes, you did," Carlotta said standing. "You probably dropped that piano on me too!" Carlotta jumped at her but Meg intervened.

"Watch it, boil-girl!"

Carlotta let out a shriek and collapsed to the floor again.

"It doesn't matter who did it-" Madame Giry said.

"Of course it does!" André and the principal said at the same time interrupting Madame Giry.

Christine didn't know they were behind her.

"Of course it matters!" André said. "With no Juliet, the show can't go on! Refund everyone their money!"

What a drama queen, Christine was about to say about André.

"What about an understudy?" The principal asked.

"There is no bloody understudy!" André snapped.

"What are you talking about, man," Madame Giry said to them. "Of course there is an understudy. There always is!"

"Well," André said. "Where is she?"

Meg pushed Christine forward with her elbow. "Here she is."

André laughed. "She doesn't know what she's doing! She can't sing let alone act!"

Then Madame Giry came to her rescue. "But she's had a tutor, right Christine?"

How had she known?

"Uh-" Christine said.

"Oh, yes?" André asked impatient. "Who?"

"I don't know yet who he is," Christine admitted.

"It doesn't matter!" Madame Giry said agitated. "It is my show and I say who will go on! Carlotta take off your costume and give it to Christine. Stop your complaining, girl! Take it off or you get an F this semester!"

Madame Giry looked at the crowd that had formed at the door. "What are you all doing here! THE SHOW MUST GO ON!"

She shooed everyone out of the girl's bathroom until only Madame Giry, Christine and Carlotta were left. "Christine, you have ten minutes."

Christine swallowed, the seriousness of the situation sinking in. "Me?"


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