A/N: a castrato is a male that is specifically castrated to hopefully preserve a higher range of singing. ok I am updating quick. Thanks for the reviews. Any suggestions? Enjoy!
Christene awoke in Alyssa's room. The sun was pouring through the window and the covers were soft. She looked across the room and watched Alyssa, sleeping on the couch. She smiled at the sweetness of Erik bringing her here. Then she sobered. Her room. She stood up and yawned. She set her face and went off to Veronica's room. She knew who was to blame and she'd be damned if he got the better of her.
Christene reached Veronica's room in such a temper she couldn't even muster the decency to knock. She pushed open the door, interrupting the lovers inside. "What the hell!" Jordan squinted into the light. Veronica had dove beneath the covers and was trying to look modest. "Jordan de Changy get your lily white ass out here!" "Daae go away, I'm busy" "I don't care if you're dying GET OUT HERE NOW!" He grumbled as he got up, "what do you want?" "Why did you trash my room?" "I didn't trash your room." Chritene sighed, "do you think I'm stupid Jordan?" her tone had dropped to a level that was dangerously quiet.
Jordan smirked, "Maybe I do. But still I didn't trash your room" "Your dagger was there" Said dagger was thrust into the wall three inches from Jordan's head. "I don't know what you mean by 'Daae filth' unless you mean the fact that at one time my family was a class beneath yours." She turned away, "go'get busy' again Jordan but be assured, the next time you visit my room uninvited, it will be the last thing you ever do onstage, unless you could sing as a castrato." He snarled. "Is that a threat Daae?" She smiled, "No, it's a dream come true"
She sauntered off and turned the corner, breathing heavily. How could he do that?
Men, the bane of the earth. She smiled wryly thinking of Erik not all men were jerks. She went off in search of a rag. Damned if she let him boot her out.
Two hours later she was still scrubbing at the wall. The blood was actually stage paint but it stuck to the walls like superglue. She didn't hear the faint click behind her because of her head phones.
"Would you like some help?" She didn't answer. Then Erik spotted the wires running from her ears. He tapped her, She jumped and turned but seeing him she smiled and removed the phones. "Hey Erik what's up?" He smiled, "Just looking after my favorite angel. He took her hand and kissed it gently causing her to giggle. "Erik I'm covered in stage paint blood. He grinned, "Now I know what it's like to wear lipstick. So how do I look?" She openly laughed. 'Gorgeous dah-ling" "Do you want some help?" She looked at the wall and sighed, "Not really but I need help. Do you mind?" "I wouldn't have offered otherwise."
She looked at him quizzically,"Erik?" "I'm not naked again am I?" "No , but are those Levis?" He looked down. "What ,should I be wearing tuxedo pants and dress shirts all the time?" "Yes, you should" He laughed and grabbed a rag reaching up to get the spots Christene could not. They broke for a few minutes to let their arms rest and Christene read his shirt. '140 and still kickin' "Erik? What's the shirt about" He looked down and smiled, "A private joke my dear. Just a joke" Christene frowned, "I like jokes, tell me". He sobered. "when the time is right, mon ange I shall. She sighed "Ok let's get this done"
The two worked together until noon. Christene locked her door and collapsed on the bed. "I need a nap" Erik kissed her hand again and left before she could offer to let him join her. She sighed, now she knew she wanted him but something about him let her know he was hiding something. Something big. What was so horrible that he couldn't tell her? Mulling over this in her mind Christene set her alarm and went to sleep.