CRYSTAL: Okay, so what did you think of the first chapter? Be gentle…
GEOFF: I can't.
CRYSTAL: You can't… what?
GEOFF: I can't tell you.
CRYSTAL: Why not?
GEOFF: I haven't read enough of it.
CRYSTAL: What?
GEOFF: I need to read more before I can make a valid judgment.
CRYSTAL: Are you serious?
GEOFF: Yes! I want to read! Now, write, bitch, write!
CRYSTAL: Kiss my ass.
GEOFF: I can see this is the start of a beautiful relationship… ;)
CRYSTAL: Idiot…
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CHAPTER 2: Don't Look Up, Carlotta -- "Hannibal" to "Think of Me"
("Overture" has ended.)
JOEL
Enough! Next scene!
(Joel looks around, but doesn't see anyone. He is about to spaz.)
JOEL (CONT'D.)
Where is…
(He turns around and all of a sudden, everyone is there.)
JOEL (CONT'D.)
…everyone? Get in your places!
(Everyone disperses to their positions. Joel sits back down in his chair, Andrew by his side.)
JOEL (CONT'D.)
Okay, then! Ready, Carlotta?
CARLOTTA (Enters, shyly.)
Uh, yes?
(Some stagehand hands her the head prop she needs. When she looks at it, she SCREAMS.)
JOEL
Good. And… action!
CARLOTTA (Nervously, sings, though not as high in key as she should be.)
This… tro-o-o…phy, uh, from our, um, saviours--
ANDREW
Higher, Carlotta!
CARLOTTA (Still nervous, slightly higher in pitch.)
--from our sa-a-a-a-a-a-a-aviours-a… from the enslaving force… of Rome!
(The other dancers come out, but it's all in mass chaos. Everyone is tripping, falling, and smashing into one another. So much for five weeks of rehearsal on THIS goddamn scene alone…)
GIRLS' CHORUS (Off-key and all jumbled up.)
With feasting and dancing and song, tonight in celebration, we greet the victorious thong--uh, throng, returned to bring salvation!
(Joel slaps a hand over his eyes, Andrew slaps his hands over his ears, and Carlotta claps her hand over her mouth in shock. Heh, today's a good day for evil…)
MEN'S CHORUS (Just as bad as the women.)
The trumpets of Carthage resound! Hear, Romans, now and tremble!
(Andrew, still with his hands tightly over his ears.)
ANDREW
Stop! Stop! Stop! I can't take the madness anymore!
JOEL
Yes! I agree!
(Joel finally removes his hands from his eyes.)
JOEL (CONT'D.)
I've trembled enough for one day… Uh, let's skip to Reyer! Go!
(Ubaldo Piangi comes rushing onto the set, fixing the suspenders over his armour holding up his costume, and his helmet falling off his head.)
PIANGI
Wait! Hold on! I didn't get to do my solo!
(Andrew begins massaging his temples with his fingers.)
ANDREW (Dryly.)
"So-lo" we can't hear you?
PIANGI (Embarrassedly.)
Uh… no…?
JOEL
Reyer! Your line, please, and… action!
REYER (In the orchestration pit.)
Er, gentlemen, gentlemen--
(Lefevre, Firmin, and Andre enter on the stage.)
LEFEVRE (Interrupting, extremely paranoid, stuttering.)
Th-Th-This way. Uh, rehearsals are… well, you know.
REYER (With obvious feminine sass.)
Uh, Monsieur Lefevre! Can't you see, I am, like, REHEARSING?
LEFEVRE
Uh, M-M-Monsieur R-Reyer, M-M-Madame G-G-G-G--
(Madame Giry walks up to Lefevre and slaps him across the face.)
MADAME GIRY
Giry, man! Just spit it out!
LEFEVRE
S-S-Sorry, M-Madame Giry. Uh, l-ladies and g-gentlemen, thank you--may I have your at-t-t-t--
(Madame Giry threatens to slap him again and he finishes up quickly.)
LEFEVRE (CONT'D.)
--TENTION?
(As everyone turns their attention to him, he straightens up and takes a deep breath.)
LEFEVRE (CONT'D.)
Okay, long story s-short. (Very fast.) I'm retiring, the rumors: true, new managers: Firmin, Andre, first names are unimportant, fortune in the junk business--
ANDRE (Interrupts.)
Actually, it's--
LEFEVRE (Continues, ignoring.)
--no one cares, welcome to the "Popera Opulaire"--
ANDRE (Interrupts.)
But I thought--
LEFEVRE (Continues, ignoring.)
--shut up. Any of you don't like it: tough shit, don't care--deal with it. We done? Good. Hi, okay, thanks, BYE!
(Just as Lefevre is about to dash off, Firmin grabs his shoulder.)
FIRMIN
Monsieur, why exactly are you retiring?
LEFEVRE (Looks around, paranoid, lying.)
Uh… my… health.
(He takes off, straight for the exit.)
FIRMIN (Calling to him.)
Where can we find you if we need you?
LEFEVRE (Calling back.)
I'm not saying!
(Lefevre finally reaches the exit and leaves. Madame Giry walks up to Firmin and Andre.)
MADAME GIRY
Australia.
(Both men nod slowly.)
ANDRE
Well, that was… interesting.
FIRMIN (To everyone.)
Anyway, we are deeply honoured to introduce our new patron.
ANDRE (To everyone.)
Yes, the Vicomte de "Changy"!
RAOUL (Enters, not happy about how his name was pronounced, yet again.)
Not "Changy," it's--
(However, he walks blind-sightedly--literally--into Carlotta, knocking her to the floor.)
CARLOTTA (Yells.)
Ahhh!
(Raoul goes to help her, squinting his eyes to try to get a good look at her.)
RAOUL
--Christine?
CARLOTTA
No, Monsieur, my name is Carlotta Giudicelli.
RAOUL
Oh, sorry.
(He helps her up and politely kisses her hand, Carlotta blushing.)
RAOUL (CONT'D.)
Nice to meet you. (They smile at each other.)
ANDRE (Interrupts, confused.)
It's the Vicomte de "Christine"?
RAOUL (Groans.)
No! And it's not "Changy" either! It's Chagny! The Vicomte de Chagny! RAOUL DE CHAGNY! (Realizes he startled Carlotta a bit.) Sorry again.
(Carlotta just smiles again, Raoul smiling back. Christine and Meg finally enter and see Raoul.)
CHRISTINE
Oh, my God… it's Raoul! I knew I heard his voice!
MEG
And he's with… Carlotta!
(Christine's eyes spring open at the sight of them smiling at each other.)
CHRISTINE (Gasps.)
Carlotta, you back-stabbing, man-stealing whore, get your hands OFF MY MAN!
(Carlotta suddenly becomes sad and toddles off with tears forming in her eyes. Piangi walks up to Raoul.)
PIANGI (In disgust.)
Yeah!
(Piangi walks off to find Carlotta and leaves Raoul feeling a little confused.)
MEG (To Christine.)
Who is he?
CHRISTINE
Didn't you pay attention at all? Honestly, Meg, you're blonder than Jessica Simpson.
MEG (Clueless.)
Who?
(Christine gives Meg a "You are a stupid idiot" look, but just shakes her head and points Meg's head towards Raoul.)
CHRISTINE
THAT is Raoul de "Changy."
MEG (Trying to move her jaw within Christine's grasp.)
I thought it was Chagny.
CHRISTINE (Lets go of Meg's head.)
Look, who's telling this story, huh?
MEG (Backs down.)
You are, Christine.
CHRISTINE
Thank you! Anyway, before my daddy died, yada-yada-yada… he had a thing for me…
MEG (Confused and creeped out.)
Your dad?
CHRISTINE (Flips out!)
NO! You sick, little, incest-minded freak! I meant Raoul!
MEG (Takes a HUGE sigh of relief.)
OH!
CHRISTINE
Anyway… RAOUL had a thing for me… (Smiles at the thought.) He called me "Little Lotte."
(Meg just looks at Christine in confusion.)
CHRISTINE (CONT'D.)
I know, it makes no sense… the stupid, blind bastard.
MEG
Oh, but Christine… he's so handsome!
CHRISTINE
I know that. That's why he's mine, so step off, bitch!
MEG
I'm sorry, Christine.
CHRISTINE
Oh, it's okay, Meg. But just for future reference, if I so much as catch you anywhere NEAR Raoul… you're dead. Got it? (Meg nods, nervously.) Good. Same goes for "La Carlotta." That bitch has stolen everything of mine: my followers, my worshippers, my admirers, my enemies, my diva-ship… I'll be damned if she steals Raoul from me, too.
MEG
She won't, Christine, trust me. You are so much better than she is.
CHRISTINE
I know, but that doesn't mean she won't get her "up-come-ance."
MEG
Christine, isn't it comeuppance?
CHRISTINE
Meg, shut up! I'm not finished!
MEG (Feeling small.)
Yes, Christine.
CHRISTINE
I am getting this role, you'll see, Meg. You'll see.
RAOUL (From across the room.)
Who'll see?
CHRISTINE (Rolls her eyes.)
Not you! You can't even freaking recognize me!
MEG
He didn't see you.
CHRISTINE
OBVIOUSLY!
(Christine and Meg walk away to begin warming up for their dance rehearsal.)
RAOUL (To Reyer.)
My apologies, Monsieur. I'll let you return to your rehearsal.
REYER
Well, whoop-day-freaking-do, thank you!
(Raoul pauses a moment, a little disturbed and confused, then just leaves.)
REYER (CONT'D.)
Signora Giudicelli, Signor Piangi?
CARLOTTA (Reentering, dreamy-eyed.)
He love me… He love me…
PIANGI (Following her.)
No, Carlotta! I do!
MADAME GIRY (To Firmin.)
Monsieur, allow me to show you around. (Firmin and Andre follow her.) We take particular pride in the excellence of our ballets, Messieurs. (Suddenly, becomes vicious to several of the ballet girls.) Get your damn feet higher in the air! No laughing, more emotion! For Christ's sake, this is not church!
(Madame Giry walks up to one girl, who, apparently, is not listening to her--still smiling and laughing--and slaps her straight across the face.)
MADAME GIRY (CONT'D.)
I said, "No laughing, more emotion!" (The girl starts to cry.) Exactly! Now, go dance! (The girl, still crying, begins to dance.)
ANDRE
I, uh, see why… Especially that little blonde angel? (Snickers and grins.)
MADAME GIRY
Ah, that is Meg. You like her, no?
ANDRE (Lasciviously.)
Oh, yes…
MADAME GIRY (Suddenly, becomes angry and vicious again.)
That is my daughter, you asshole!
(Andre looks scarred.)
FIRMIN (Changing the subject to Christine.)
And that exceptional beauty? No relation, I trust? (To himself.) I hope…
MADAME GIRY
What, are you saying that she's prettier than me?
FIRMIN
Uh, no, Madame! Uh, just that she is, uh… exceptional?
MADAME GIRY
That is Christine Daae. Promising talent, Monsieur Firmin, very promising.
ANDRE
Daae, did you say? No relation to the Swedish violinist?
FIRMIN
Or the same notorious Christine Daae known for being a bitch-on-wheels?
ANDRE (To Firmin.)
Don't forget "dumb as a blonde door-nail"!
MADAME GIRY
One in the same, Messieurs. His only child… orphaned at seven when she came to live and train in the ballet dormitories…
FIRMIN (Salivating.)
An orphan, you say?
MADAME GIRY
What happened to "bitch-on-wheels," Monsieur? Besides, I think of her as a daughter also.
FIRMIN (Under his breath.)
Damn it.
MADAME GIRY
Wonderful girl, she is.
(Christine is rehearsing with the other ballet girls, until another girl knocks into her.)
CHRISTINE
Watch it! Get out of my way!
MADAME GIRY (Smiles, then…)
Gentlemen, if you would kindly move your asses out of the way?
(The ballet continues, still, basically, out of control. Joel and Andrew are still racking their brains about the horrid five weeks they've dealt with this scene… and it still not being right. Carlotta is almost run over by the humungous, life-size, mechanical elephant replica. Piangi is hoisted into the air and Carlotta panics that he might fall on her. Her singing is quiet and nervous. The chorus is still horrible, with the exception of Carlotta, who is the only person singing the right notes, but hardly audible.)
CHORUS
The trumpeting elephants sound--hear, Romans, now and tremble!
ANDREW
Carlotta, higher! And louder!
CHORUS (Carlotta takes up her pitch and volume.)
Hark to their step on the ground--hear the drums!
ANDREW
LOUDER!
CHORUS (With her most effort, Carlotta winds up screaming her last note.)
Hannibal comes!
JOEL
Great!
ANDREW
Thank God!
JOEL
Keep going!
REYER
Carlotta, my diva, my dear… you HAVE to sing louder!
ANDREW (Quietly.)
I could've told you THAT.
CARLOTTA
I'm sorry, Monsieur. I will try harder next time.
REYER
You'd better… because there IS no other next time! I don't have time to retrain your lazy, little-girly, diva, Italian ass before tonight's gala performance! So, don't even go there, girlfriend, uh-uh! (Waving his baton around. Carlotta looks a little hurt.)
ANDRE (Interrupts.)
Monsieur Reyer… isn't there a rather marvelous aria for Elissa in Act Three of Hannibal? Perhaps the Signora…
CARLOTTA (Sweetly.)
Si, if my managers command.
(Firmin and Andre both nod to Reyer to give her a second chance.)
REYER (Sighs, dramatically.)
If my diva commands…
CARLOTTA (Nods eagerly.)
Yes, I do.
(Carlotta's maid hands her throat spray to her. She sprays herself and hands it back.)
REYER
Signora?
CARLOTTA (Nods to him and smiles.)
Maestro.
(The music begins. Christine is watching Carlotta, smiling evilly.)
CHRISTINE (Under her breath.)
Don't look up, Carlotta.
CARLOTTA
Think of me, think of me fondly, when we've said goodbye. Remember me once in a while--please promise me you'll try.
(Christine waits in anticipation as Carlotta continues. Suddenly, there is a shadow on the rafters above.)
CARLOTTA (CONT'D.)
When you find, that once again you long to take your heart back and be free…
(Suddenly, Meg screams and a backdrop gives way and falls, streaming towards Carlotta. It misses her head, but lands on top of her, knocking her to the floor.)
CHRISTINE (Whispers.)
Damn it! Oh, well.
(Carlotta freaks and screams, crying. Piangi, the managers, and the performers go to help her, while Christine tries to hold back snickers, Meg attempting to imitate her, but feeling sorry for Carlotta.)
PIANGI (Panic-stricken.)
Idiot! Oh, my God, Signora… (To performers.) Lift it up! Lift it up!
MEG (To Christine.)
He's here… the Phantom of the Opera.
CHRISTINE (Furiously.)
How did you know? (Thinks, rephrasing, suspiciously.) I mean… how would you know?
FIRMIN (To Carlotta.)
Signora! Are you alright?
PIANGI
Buquet! What the fuck is going on up there, man?
(Buquet has had a little too much to drink this particular night and is dancing around maniacally with a black cape.)
BUQUET
He, he, he, he, he, you can't see me! Why? Because I'm…
(He pulls out a Punjab lasso from underneath the cape and reveals a mask on his face.)
BUQUET (Doing a bad rendition of "The Phantom of the Opera" number, CONT'D.)
…DA! Da, da, da, da, da--the Phantom of the Opera!
(Everyone stares at him in silence. In the meantime, Madame Giry has found an envelope, not from Buquet, with a red-wax skull emblem and retrieves it.)
MADAME GIRY
Joe, the booze is in the medicine cabinet, next to the aspirin. Go fetch.
BUQUET (Alert.)
Is it a new bottle?
MADAME GIRY (Smiles.)
Brand-y new.
BUQUET
Thanks, Giry!
(Buquet runs off to find his liquor, while onstage, Carlotta is still crying. Piangi is trying to comfort her and helps her stand. Andre is still a little confused by what happened with Buquet, but progresses.)
ANDRE (To Carlotta.)
Signora, these things do happen…
CARLOTTA (Through sobs.)
For the past three years these things do happen. And no one's tried to stop them. Someone wants to kill me, and I can tell you, as crazy as he is, it's NOT Joseph Buquet!
CHRISTINE (Thinks in head.)
That's for damn sure, heh.
CARLOTTA (Breaks down.)
I can't take this anymore! I'm leaving.
CHRISTINE (Under her breath.)
Yes! It's about time!
FIRMIN & ANDRE
No! Signora, please!
PIANGI
No. Unless you stop these things from happening to La Carlotta…
CHRISTINE (To Meg, mockingly.)
"La Carlotta"… (Meg laughs.)
PIANGI
…she will not be singing. Bye-bye, now. (To Carlotta, still crying.) Come on, Carlotta.
(Piangi escorts her out with her maid.)
ANDRE (To Reyer.)
They will be coming back, won't they?
REYER
How the freaking hell should I know? I'M just the maestro! (Does a hair flip… kind of disturbing.)
MADAME GIRY (To Firmin and Andre.)
Messieurs, I have a message from the Opera Ghost.
FIRMIN
Buquet?
MADAME GIRY
No, jackass, the real one.
ANDRE
There's a real ghost? Is he like Casper? I love him. Casper, the friendly ghost, the friendliest ghost you know…
(Everyone stares at him… crickets begin to chirp. Chirp, chirp… Chirp, chirp…)
ANDRE (Now embarrassed, CONT'D.)
Okay, I'll shut up now. Continue, Madame.
MADAME GIRY
He welcomes you to his opera house--
FIRMIN
"HIS opera house"?
MADAME GIRY
--and commands that you continue to leave Box Five--not Box Four, not Box Six--Box Five empty for his use and reminds you that his salary is due.
FIRMIN
"Salary"? What in hell do you mean by "HIS salary"?
MADAME GIRY
Monsieur Lefevre used to give him twenty thousand francs a month--240,000 per annum. (Speculates, thinks in head.) That's my kind of ghost…
FIRMIN
Twenty thousand francs?
MADAME GIRY
Would you stop repeating everything I say? I already know what has come out of my mouth… (Quietly.) I could only say as much for what I'd like to go in it. (Smiles suggestively.)
ANDRE (Confused.)
Uh…
MADAME GIRY
But, oui, Monsieur, twenty thousand. And I would hope that the Ghost doesn't find out you have the Vicomte as your new patron, Messieurs. He might charge you more. (Thinks in head.) He is some businessman… I LIKE it.
CHRISTINE (Thinks in head, from across the room. Madame Giry hears.)
Don't even THINK about it, Madame… and I mean it.
FIRMIN (To Madame Giry.)
Madame, I had hoped to make that announcement public tonight when the Vicomte was to join us for the gala! But obviously, we shall now have to cancel, as it appears we have lost our star! (Turns to Andre.) A full house, Andre. We shall have to refund a full house!
(Christine walks over to Madame Giry and nudges her.)
MADAME GIRY
Christine Daae could sing it, sir.
ANDRE
What, a chorus girl? Don't be silly.
CHRISTINE (Freaks out.)
"A chorus girl"? I'll show you "a chorus girl," little man!
(Christine goes to attack Andre, but Madame Giry and Meg hold her back. Andre cowers behind the much taller Firmin.)
MEG
Christine!
MADAME GIRY
Calm down, you psychopath!
(Christine quiets and fixes herself up.)
MADAME GIRY (To Firmin and Andre, CONT'D.)
She has been taking lessons from a great teacher.
ANDRE (From behind Firmin.)
Who?
CHRISTINE (Proudly, yet so stupidly.)
The Phantom of the Opera--take THAT!
(Christine realizes what she just said when everyone stares at her, especially Madame Giry, and tries to cover it up.)
CHRISTINE (CONT'D.)
I mean, uh, I don't know his name… Monsieur.
MADAME GIRY (To Christine.)
Stupid. (Christine frowns at her, who sighs.) Let her sing for you, Monsieur. She has been well taught.
ANDRE
All right. (Coming out from behind Firmin, to Christine.) Come on, don't be shy…
CHRISTINE
Who're you calling shy, shorty?
REYER
From the beginning of the aria then, please, mam'selle. And get your ass moving would you?
CHRISTINE
Hold your horses, I'm coming!
(Christine moves downstage a little. The music starts.)
FIRMIN
Andre, this is doing nothing for my nerves.
MADAME GIRY
Then may I suggest you join Buquet in the medicine cabinet?
ANDRE (To Firmin.)
She's very pretty…
CHRISTINE (Upon hearing this…)
Really?
(Andre nods, followed by Firmin, who both encourage her to pay attention to the music.)
ANDREW
Please, Christine, I'm begging you, get this right…
JOEL
Likewise.
REYER
SHH! (They all stop.)
CHRISTINE
Think of me, think of me fondly, when we've said goodbye. Remember me once in a while--please promise me you'll try.
(Christine looks to Madame Giry, Meg, Firmin, and Andre, who all begin to smile, then to Reyer, who also smiles. Other performers and stagehands come out from the wings, listening to her voice. When this happens, Christine realizes she's finally gotten what she's always wanted--EVERYONE'S FULL ATTENTION--and smiles herself, giving in to her performance.)
CHRISTINE (CONT'D.)
When you find that once again, you long to take your heart back and be free, if you ever find a moment, spare a thought for me…
(Suddenly, we move around her and she is magically changed into a stunning white dress and sparkling diamond star barrettes in her hair. It is now night, the gala performance; the lighting has changed, the flaming stage lights flickering, and the house is packed, boxes and all.)
CHRISTINE (Thinks in head, CONT'D.)
Wow, that was awesome. Hey, look at me! I'm all pretty! And look at all the people in the--oh, shit. (Aloud.) We never said our love was evergreen or as unchanging as the sea--but if you can still remember, stop and think of me… Think of all the things we've shared and seen--don't think about the way things might have been… Think of me, think of me waking, silent and resigned. Imagine me trying too hard to put you from my mind. Recall those days, look back on all those times, think of the things we'll never do. There will never be a day when I won't think of you…
(We are transported to the depths of the Opera Populaire--through a vent in the floor, a crack in the wall, down a few levels--and we see a shadow look up…)
PHANTOM
Damn it, Christine! Sing louder! I can barely hear you from down here! I would've been able to, if SOMEONE hadn't taken MY BOX!
(The audience applauds. We now see Raoul in Box Five! He is squinting his eyes.)
RAOUL
Can it be? Can it be Christine?
CHRISTINE
Well, duh, idiot! (To herself.) Now he notices…
RAOUL (Leaping up.)
Bravo! (He proceeds to exit the box.)
CHRISTINE
Where're you going? I'm not done yet! (Sighs, to herself.) Blind asshole.
RAOUL (Exiting the box.)
Long ago, it seems so long ago--
(He sees a shadow hiding in the midst.)
RAOUL (CONT'D.)
Hey, Giry.
(Madame Giry is a little staggered that RAOUL could see her in the shadows.)
MADAME GIRY
How did you know it was me?
RAOUL
You're a stalker… what can I say?
(He continues walking, down a flight of steps.)
RAOUL (CONT'D.)
--how young and innocent we were. She may not remember me--
CHRISTINE (From the stage.)
Hey, I DID! YOU DIDN'T!
RAOUL
Sorry--but I remember her.
CHRISTINE
Yeah, NOW, maybe…
(Raoul misses a step and falls flat on his face.)
RAOUL
Ow!
CHRISTINE (Thinks in head.)
…idiot. (Aloud.) Flowers fade, the fruits of summer fade. They have their seasons. So do we. But please promise me that sometimes you will think… (Cadenza, starts low-key.)
PHANTOM (Still beneath the Opera Populaire.)
Christine, what have I told you about projection? I still can't hear you, damn it!
(Christine, a little irritated by this, finishes her cadenza, hitting the highest note of all of them as LOUD as she can--shattering glass can be heard.)
CHRISTINE
…of me!
(The audience applauds ecstatically, although several people with observing glasses and eyeglasses can now not see her. Nevertheless, they applaud.)
PHANTOM (Sighs.)
Back to the dry-erase teaching board… (Exits.)
JOEL
Great and cut! Run it, print it! Melissa!
MELISSA--(Joel's assistant.)
Yes, Joel?
JOEL
Get me a double café mocha latte--EXTRA CAFFEINE!
MELISSA
Yes, Joel. (Leaves.)
JOEL
Thanks, babe, peace out. (Sighs.) I'm going to need it… (To the crew staff.) Are you guys printing the film yet?
CREW GUY
We're on it now, Joel.
JOEL
Great.
ANDREW (Smacking his head with his sheet music.)
Joel, are you sure you REALLY want to print this?
JOEL
Yes, Andy… I'm abso-fucking-lutely sure. Go prep for the next scene.
ANDREW (Stops hitting himself, sighs.)
Sure, Joel.
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A/N: Okay, I know, long chapter--but hey, Geoff said he wanted to read… so he got it! Hehe, the caffeine fix was for my deluded friends out there… Anyway, didja like it? Drop me a review please! Much appreciated! (Oh, and Geoff says hi.) Next chapter's coming up soon! AHH! CLIFFHANGERS!
Cheers.