Le Mer-Singe a volé mon argent, people! Yay for anyone who can read that without a translation program on their computer, cuz I sure can't. This is what happens when I can't think of any more salutations to start my long-winded intro things with. But anyway, that's not important right now. Aiight. When we last left the Wicked cast, Galinda had just recognized Fiyero, and is now planning to hunt him down. Of course, first Fiyero needs to go to the chapel and pray for his dead father. Fiyero's dead father: I'm not dead yet! Me:Grabs and utilizes Erik's Punjab: Now you are. :Grins wickedly:

Disclaimer: Don't own Wicked, Phantom of the Opera, myself, the word "musac," Gamboys, Gameboys, Pacman, the Tooth Fairy, Santa Claus, or the sea-monkeys. They belong to Gregory Maguire, Stephen Schwartz, Gaston Leroux, ALW, my catmuse named Scorn Ayesha Malky, Rory, my brother, Nintendo, some random dude, another random dude, some more random dudes, and whoever did Finding Nemo.


Chapter VI: Angel of Musac

After the musical, I went over to the miniscule chapel and prayed. Or, at least, that was my excuse. I actually didn't want to get mortally wounded by a bunch of Boq's clique, so I told everyone I was going to the chapel. But instead of praying like I think you're supposed to, I took out my Gamboy and started playing Pacman. Right when I was about to finish level 58, a stupid voice had to start yelling at me. Can't quite remember, but I think the words were somewhere along the lines of "Bravo, bravo, bravissimo." It kind of freaked me out because I thought I was alone in the room, so I dropped my Gamboy. Luckily, the Gamboy was okay, but one of those evil demonic chicken-related mouths ate the little Pacman dude.

I played for a bit more, but then got eaten again on level 49 when Avaric just had to come in and sneak up on me.

"Where the heck have you been all this time?" Avaric wanted to know. "And why are you playing Pacman in the chapel? Oh, and about the musical? Really, you were, well, decent. I only wish I knew how you went from tone-deaf to tolerable without anyone noticing. Who's you're new voice teacher?"

I wondered what in Oz he was talking about. I didn't get a new voice teacher! I just… improved. Immensely. Somehow. Then I thought of something that would make a good excuse. "Hey, Avaric, you know my dead father?"

"Yah…"

"Way back when he was still alive and kicking, he told me about this Angel of Music."

"Cool. Only, Angel of Music sounds so lame. How about Angel of Chickens? That sounds better. Or… Angel of ba-na-nas. Or how 'bout this: Angel of Musac."

(Pronounced Mew-zack, and means the same thing as "music," in case anyone was wondering.)

Sometimes I wonder how I ended up with friends like him. "Anyway, I think I've been possessed by the Angel of, um, Musac."

"Um, dude? Are the fluorescent lights affecting your brain or something? When your parents tell you about Angels, Santa Claus's, or holiday bunnies, they generally aren't real, but government conspiracies. Like how we used to believe in the Tooth Fairy, then found out that she's fictional."

"Whoa, wait. The Tooth Fairy isn't real?" I asked. "Yo, chill, I'm just kidding. I know the Tooth Fairy doesn't exist, but honestly, what short of a miracle could have gotten rid of my tone-deafness?"

"Fiyero, you must have been dreaming or hallucinating. Government conspiracies can't come true. Fiyero, you're talking in Norwegian, and it's not like you!"

"What in Oz is Norwegian?" I asked. It sounded like some kind of random language from a fictional country called Europe.

"I don't know. That's just what The Script told me to say."

"And I couldn't have been dreaming because I can never remember my dreams! But anyway, to avoid any run-ins with letter-burden ravens telling me to stay on topic, I will continue the song. Angel of Musac, guide and guardian, give me evidence that you exist so that I can be right for once!"

"Who the heck is this Angel, this Angel of Musac?"

"Angel of Musac, show yourself! I want to prove Avaric wrong! (And I wouldn't mind some voice coaching…)" I sang.

"Angel of Musac, why am I even singing to you when I know that you don't exist?" Avaric countered.

"He's with me, right now, I swear."

"Your hands are purple."

"All around me."

"You got an F on that Social Studies test, by the way."

"It fri- What? How do you know?"

"The Avaric sees, the Avaric knows." He sang at me.

"I hate Social Studies."

"And you suck at it, too."

"Shut up."

We continued arguing and acting like we hated each other like friends are supposed to as we headed back down to our dorm, hoping that none of Boq's cronies would notice us. I started wondering about really what was going on with the improvement of my voice, because I wasn't about to actually believe in that Angel of Music. Or Musac. Whatever.


In case anyone was wondering:

Gamboys are the Ozian versions of Gameboys.

The word "musac" came courtesy of my friend, Rory, who accidentally used it to describe Beethoven when we were state-testing. And now hopefully she won't be mad at me for calling her just to ask how to spell it right.


Aye, this was a shorter chapter, but there's only so much you can write about Avaric chasing Fiyero down and telling him he belongs in the local asylum. And yes, I know I use that excuse every time, but I like writing short chapters, so there. What's to Come: Erik and Raoul singing What is this Feeling! Won't that be fun to watch! MWAHAHAHAHA!

And thank you so much to my reviewers! Yay for reviews!

DragonheartRAB: Don't worry, Erik will break into song when we get to What is This Feeling (aka next chapter.) BTW, I really like your E/E crossover Phic! Long live E/E!

The Phantom's Apprentice, Aka Azriel: Peace and Victory! Tell your muse that I'm honored that he appreciates this. Hey, wait a sec, wasn't your muse Snoopy :Is confused: I'm confused.

Alli Lynn: Aye, the idea behind E/E I found somewhere on the internet. Never actually tried writing it, as I only recently discovered Les Mis. Not to mention it wouldn't last very long because they both die pretty early in the second act, I think. The idea behind Firmin being a musical "genius" is that he's like the Wizard, and about the rabid Phangirl request... Sure, why not. I'll see what I can do. Again, thank you for all your reviews:)

A Last Note (or Two): I'm working on making my chapters a little longer, but seriously, sometimes it's tough to stretch songs out or they start to get boring. And if you guys have any ideas, please tell me about them! Thanks so much to all of my readers and reviewers, you guys rock!