Yo-ness, People! Time for another update! Not sure how well this chapter is going to turn out… Dear Old Shiz isn't exactly the longest Harry Potter book in the library. Hm, looks like Fiyero and my analogies are getting worse by the second. Oh well.
Disclaimer: Well, actually, I had this one dream last week where I owned- :is cut off by Scorn Ayesha Malky, yes, the cat muse, who says: She doesn't own Wicked or Phantom.
Chapter III: Dear Old Populaire
After the celebration of the death of the Phantom of the Opera, everyone took a break for lunch. Raoul found himself seated nearby a group of ballet rats who were inhaling cheeseburgers and fries. Just as he bit into his tuna sandwich, a rat by the name of Meg came up to him and asked, "Hey, Raoul! Is it true you were Erik's friend?"
"SPEAK NOT THE NAME OF HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED!" Everyone in the auditorium yelled in unison, as they had been taught.
"Fine. Raoul, is it true you were He-Who-I'm-Not-Going-to-Name-Because-I-Don't-Like-Being-Yelled-at-by-Forty-Gazillion-People's friend?" she asked impatiently.
"Of course not!" He sang (think Notes), making everyone within a ten-mile radius flinch. "No, seriously, why would I be friends with him?"
At that moment a raven flew in and dropped a note on his head. This caused everyone to shut up because they were all trying to figure out how a raven could fly down into a building with a ceiling. The Vicomte broke the scarlet seal and extracted a letter written in black ballpoint pen. He read aloud:
"Yo, Fop, stick to the script or I'll be forced to turn you into a human hotdog like I did to Rory. Oh, and could you bring me one of those burgers? I'm kind of hungry, and you have yet to pay my weekly allotment of junk food. I remain, Vicomte, your obedient dictator, CG."
After this strange announcement, people began to talk again. The raven proceeded to peck at Raoul's tuna sandwich, but then spat it out and decided to leave the celebration because everyone knows ravens don't like tuna. De Chagny glared at the bird as it disappeared through the ceiling (we'll just say it's a magic raven, okay?), and then began his reply to Meg again.
"Yah, sure, if you call it a friendship, it was a weird one. And it was way back when I was at the Opera Populaire and was young and stupid."
"Aye, now you're just stupid," muttered one of the other ballet rats.
The Vicomte in question moved his glare to the rat, and was about to reply, but was cut off by everyone else breaking into song (they tend to do this quite a bit, so get used to it. It's not called a musical for nothing.) "O really long halls and faded walls, the ugliest sight there is. When we can get our yo-yos strung, we shall still revere the operas sung in our days at dear old Populaire. Our days at dear old…
"You ran out of things that rhymed with sung, didn't you?" said Raoul.
"Hey, at least our version sounds slightly decent. I bet you couldn't come up with decent lyrics on the spot!" Retorted Kali.
"Yes I can. Watch: Oh-oh-oh-oh-old…"
"I rest my case."
"Can we finish the song?" asked Marius.
"Who died and made you Person in Charge of Moving this Phic Along?"
At this point everyone just wanted to go back to eating lunch, so they interrupted the lovely conversation in favor of Marius, and sang the last line: "Dear old Populairrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrre!"
Okay, that was kinda short. But it's really hard to stretch out an 11-line song to longer than two Microsoft Word pages. Thanks so much to all of you who have read this far, and thanks especially to my reviewers! You rock!
What's to Come: Fiyero auditioning for Boq's role, and Galinda's POV for the performance of Hannibal.
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