Hiya all. Right, Its my b-day 2 morrow (14th) (25th July) and I'm off to the land of rain…Northern Ireland! So I wont be able to update until Friday at the earliest!
Chapters sorta bad, but I feel bad for leaving this story a MONTH without updating!
Tips from a trusty source
"Hm….surely there is a diet where I can eat éclairs and lose weight…" Erik pondered. "I have stolen all these magazines.. I mean… borrowed all these magazines, and none of these "Miricale" diets are good enough. How the heck am I going to impress Christine if I have the voice AND body of bloody Pavorotti! (sp) This sucks. Right I have a cunning plan!" And he did that thing that mr burns does when he says excellent. (a/n Erik…You have been watching WAY too many simpson episodes. Get a hobby.)
"You're the writer, dude."
(a/n You can hear me?)
"Duh. Anyway…can we get back to ME? Okay then. Right…pen and paper. Aha! Right…now to put my cunning plan into ACTION."
Dear Andre.
I know I persuaded you to stock éclairs, but I must request they are removed from the shelves hence wit. They are irresistible. Please see that Christine Daae puts all the cakes etc in the stockroom. MAKE SURE SHE KNOCKS!
See ya
Erik
(S.G)