Typing some more, la-la la! I want to thank every one who reviewed. They really keep me going. Honest. This story seemed terrible to me, but I can see from you guys that I was wrong. Here are the praises:
Lauren: Yeah, I put Mr. Ellis in. I couldn't think of any other names, and he's already a drama teacher. And about he mask... you will see.
shepyt: Glad you liked it! Thanks for reviewing!
Haunting Your Kids: At first, I didn't want to put it in first-person perspective, but I had tried it third-person and didn't like it as much. Sorry! To tell you the truth, I'm curious about Erik, too. Thanks for reviewing!
Sugary Snicket: Thanks! I like crossovers, and I hadn't seen any like this before.
Guinivere Sage: I would be glad to accept your help. And you can write a Danny Phantom of the Opera story, anyway, if you wish. I find writing out the lyrics adds to the imagery, and makes the lyrics available to other authors. And about Paulina... I'm not so sure yet. And I love Erik. He's all dark and mysterious.
Zephyr721: Of course I'm gonna put "Point of No Return" in the story. I love that song!
Burtonite878: Wow, very ecstatic review. Don't worry! Here's my update!
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom or Phantom of the Opera. But the character Erik in this story is mine. Ha!
I am still open for ideas to put in my story. Even if it just something one of them says, or a detail. And I'd greatly appreciate some accurate dialogue from the movie. Right now, some from the beginning. Like when Monsieur Lefevre is showing Firmin and Andre the Opera House. E-mail them to me if you do, please.
Anything else? Hmm, don't think so. Please continue.
I walked briskly to my house. Up onto the stoop I went and reached for the door knob. It turned and the door opened before I touched it. Mom. She was holding a cordless phone. "Sam, Danny called a few minutes ago. He said for you to call him back." She handed me the phone.
"Okaymomthanksbye!" I said in one breath and darted up the stairs. My bag was under my arm and I dialed Danny's number. I heard rhythmic ringing on the other end. Something clicked. "Hello?" Danny asked.
"Danny? Sam."
"Hey, Sam."
"Yeah, my mom said you called. What did you want.?"
"To tell you something about the auditions. You were great."
I blushed. Good thing he couldn't see me. "You were great, too," I said. Down the hall, a few doors on the left, make a left turn. Not to brag, but my house was huge! You could get lost in it.
"Thanks, but other than that, while you and Erik were on stage, my ghost sense was acting up."
"Did you find the ghost?"
"No, I didn't even see it. But I know it was there. My ghost sense has never lied before. Maybe it had been intangible. "
I finally came to my door and opened it. The dark room welcomed me. I sat down onto my bed and placed my bag down.
"Well," I said, "maybe it was just a ghost rat or some—" I cut short. By my hand on my bed was a red rose. A black ribbon was tied to the stem, and all of the thorns had been picked off.
"Aww, Danny! How sweet!" I cooed.
"Huh?" he asked dumbly.
"The flower, of course."
"What are you talking about?"
"Fine, you can play dumb if you want."
"Sam, what I wanted to say is that I think Erik is the ghost!"
My mouth fell open. But he couldn't see that. "W—what!" I was shocked. "Danny, if he was a ghost, your ghost sense would've gone off when you met him. He can't be a ghost!" I shouted.
"I know, I know. It's just a thought, Sam. But think. Anyway, that's all. I gotta go."
"Okay, bye." I said. A click on the other line signified that he hung up. That was too weird. Danny just doesn't go around accusing people of being ghosts like his parents do. I shrugged.
My bag lay on the floor. Inside was my newly purchased DVD. I took it out and began unwrapping it. I hate unwrapping DVDs. All that useless tape and clingy plastic. But I got it open after a few minutes of clawing at it and put it into my DVD player.
I will not bore you with every detail about he movie. Not that it was boring, though. On the contrary. It had me in tears, and I hardly ever cry. My mascara was slightly running. Gross.
After it was over, I just kinda sat there. That was the play we were gonna put on! It was gonna kill us! I just knew it. Every one of us would die of overheating and exhaustion.
I could see why Erik got the part. I was amazed at him alone, but he was gonna rock in the play. Then it hit me. I was gonna be Christine! I hadn't really remembered much about the Broadway play, but this was gonna be hard for me.
And Danny was Raoul. I was sad to find out that Raoul seems a bit annoying.
I sat a while longer. Then, I heard a soft knocking on my door. "Sam?" a voice asked from behind my door. "We have a guest. Please come down." The voice had been Mom. But she soon left again.
A guest. My parents always had guests over. Nothing too unusual. But I never had to commune with them. That was the odd part. I had no time to make one of my veggie meals, too. Crap.
I ran downstairs like a good little girl. It took a while to navigate through, still. I had never gotten used to the large house. I rounded the corner to the dining room downstairs and saw Mom, Dad, and the guest.
My mouth dropped open. "Erik!" I gasped. He nodded. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "Didn't I tell you? This is where I'm staying." he answered.
I folded my arms. "No, you didn't tell me. Neither did my parents." I stressed the word 'parents.' Mom smiled weakly and began to laugh quietly. "Oh, yes, that's right. Sorry, Sam." She continued to laugh. I didn't find the joke.
"B—but you're staying here! Where! Why?" I was almost bursting into fits of hysterics. "Yes, I am. A few doors away from your room. The opportunity was open and it's close to school. There, I answered all of your questions," he said smartly.
"Oh, calm down, Sam. And sit down. I even made something special for you," Mom said. I put my usual dark mood on and sat rigidly in my seat. In front of me, I saw a once-covered dish revealing stuffed eggplant. At least they remembered my vegetarianism.
Small talk bubbled over the table. Mostly to and about Erik. Here's an example:
"Where are you from in England?" Mom asked.
"Worcestershire."
"Close to London?"
"Pretty close."
"Have you ever been there?"
"Of course. I watched theatre there all the time!"
"How do you like it over here?"
"It's fine, I guess. I'll always miss England, though." Did I sense a tone of sorrow? Probably homesick. I'd be.
"Are you in any of Sam's classes?"
"A few, I believe. We only properly met after school."
"Before you got to my house," I mumbled.
And the meal continued like this. For the longest time. I felt myself slightly tipping over to one side at times, but I quickly caught myself.
Finally, one of the maids—Sophia, I think her name is—cleared away most of the plates. I was not the only one to say thank you tonight. My parents never did. They always said that paying our maids and butlers was their way of saying thank you. I always thank them; I am perfectly capable of cleaning up for myself. They shouldn't have to. But Erik thanked them also tonight.
Mom and Dad excused all of us, and I rushed back to my room. As in almost a sprint. Mostly to get away from Erik. Okay, I know that we're friends and all, but living with me? That's just too weird.
Up the stairs, down the hall, four doors to the left, make left turn, two more doors, my door. Every stupid time I go to my room, I need to follow these mental directions. Which was bad today. I was in a hurry, so I almost forgot to keep track of the number of doors and turns. Stupid big house.
My door was slightly ajar, and I walked in to see nothing different. If you don't count Erik sitting on my bed.
"What are you doing here?" I asked coldly. He looked a little hurt.
"Do you really hate me that much now?"
"Let's see. You're living in my house, and now you're violating my privacy." I said in a sarcastic tone.
He stood up, looking a little distressed. "Listen, I didn't know that you lived here. And I only came in to apologize. Is that okay with you?" He shot a mimic of my own tone back at me. I walked in and he sat back down.
"Alright. I'm sorry. I should've told you where I was staying. I only didn't tell you because I didn't know that you lived here. I was only informed when I walked in and your Mum asked me where you were. Believe you me, I didn't intend this at all."
Well, that was a good enough of an apology. "Okay. Thanks, Erik. I'm still a bit weirded out about you living here is all." He got up and began to leave, but then turned.
"Did you get your rose?" he asked. A sly smile spread across his face. I looked on the floor but saw that it was gone. It was again placed on my bed. I turned towards the door, but Erik was gone.
He had told me that his room was a couple of doors away from mine. But which door? There were so many. I wouldn't try tonight. I didn't have a reason to see him, anyway. But a question found it's way into my head: How did he get up there so fast? I had sprinted, yet he got there before me. Hmm, very odd.
A maid walked by. "Anything I can do for you, miss?" she asked in a hushed voice. I thought for a second. "Yes. Which room is Erik's?" I asked in one of my most polite voices. She pointed to a door to my right. "Thank you," I said. She gave a slight curtsy and walked away.
I marched down to his room. But then I stopped. What was I doing? I really had no clue. I had no reason to be there. So I just walked back to my room. Today had been eventful and slightly weird. A laid down onto my bed, carefully placing the rose on my side table, and closed my eyes.
I woke to an unfamiliar noise. Sort of like a scratching. I looked to my window and saw Danny in ghost form floating outside. I rushed to my window and thrust it open. The night had gotten cold.
"Danny, it's late. What is it?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.
"A ghost. Come on," he stated in a serious tone. Danny gripped my wrist. We didn't even fly past my house. Only to another window. Two to my right. We floated there for a minute, watching.
There was nothing unusual. "Danny, what's this about?" I asked. His eyes were wide and his mouth was slightly open. "I don't believe it," he whispered to himself. "Don't believe what?" I asked him.
He began to stammer. "A ghost! Th—there was a ghost in this room! I know it! I wouldn't lie." he seemed upset and a little angry. "Danny, it's okay. You just probably need some sleep or something. Maybe the idea that Erik is a ghost is still in your brain." I tried to reassure him. He didn't look reassured in the slightest bit.
"Yeah, you're probably right. Thanks, Sam. For understanding that I can be crazy sometimes." He still didn't sound so sure of himself. "Danny, could you drop me off at my window?" I asked. He smiled and did so. Then flew away.
What a weird day this has been. I was anxious to get back to sleep. I laid back down and tried to relax. My eyes closed automatically, but then I heard another something. But a very soothing something. My eyes opened again, and I saw a flash of green. A ghost? It was gone in a split second, though, and the soothing noise went away.
Ooh! What's gonna happen next? I dunno. Most likely play practice. If you have any better ideas, though, tell me.
Oy, my fingers hurt. Yeah. Three review, please. If that isn't too much to ask. Um, that's all. Until next installment,
-DaydreamingTurtle-
