Note before we begin: Some people seemed confused about why Meg wasn't annoyed at Marie-Suzette's reluctance to learn French. I think you'll find that many "original characters" have annoying qualities that others think are endearing. Anyway, thanks for all the reviews again. I appreciate every single one.
Marie-Suzette returned to her dressing room after the opera. There were very few casualties, though one of the dancers set herself on fire, which was needlessly messy. As soon as she opened the door, roses began flooding out. She fought to keep afloat in the sea of roses.

"Wow," she gasped, clearing a path into the room, "They must really like me." Her green gaze fell on an envelope sealed with a skull, and she groaned. "Oh, great, it's my stalker," she said loudly, mostly for the benifit of the chorus girls passing by. She might as well not have said anything, none of them spoke English. Once she closed the door, however, she clutched the letter to her perfect chest and sighed. She ripped it open.

Ma cherie,

Tu est tres belle. Tu a chante admirablement. Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?

Ton servant fidel,

Fantome de l'Opera

Marie-Suzette sighed. "Oh Opera Ghost," she said softly, her voice more beautiful than a thousand eagles on illegal drugs, "I can't continue this masquerade any longer. I've loved you since the first day I saw you. Which would be yesterday." Five stories down, Erik's ears perked up. He reluctantly removed his hands from his organ.

"Did someone say 'masquerade'?"

Marie-Suzette cleared her throat. "I said, I CAN'T CONTINUE..."


I'm away at the moment, so I don't know how frequent my updates will be. Just letting you know that I haven't forgotten about this.