I am your angel of music,
Come to me angel of music!
Erik watched as Christine came closer to the mirror, looking exactly as she always did whenever he saw her.
A deer stuck in the headlights what else?
He inwardly sighed as she took his hand. For some reason she always seemed to turn into a vegetable around him.
After they passed the golden arms that Nadir had insisted he put up, he turned back to Christine.
He frowned; she looked a little bluer than usual.
"Christine."
No answer from the human vegetable.
"Christine!"
Nothing. Not even an 'I am somewhat conscious blink'.
"Christine, breathe!"
Christine looked at him and blinked.
Once, twice.
"Huh?"
Erik suppressed the urge to roll his eyes and helped her into the gondola. He climbed in after her and began to row (Do you row a gondola? Hmm… they don't have oars so
I don't know what it would be called.) to the house on the lake.
-Splash!-
Erik looked back and saw that the gondola was now Christine-less.
He looked at the spot for a moment before shrugging and continued to row to his home.
There was only one thought on his mind during this: 'Should I call Nadir and ask him if he wants to play badminton?
A/n: looks up at story I think this story is horrible. sad face
Erik: Your right it is.
You aren't helping! sigh please review.