Review Responses

As always a big thank you for reviewing.

Polly Moopers: Grammar is not a strong point. Mezzo's can sometime sing just a high or higher than some sopranos. Its more about the depth and tone of your voice. Also where you sing most comfortably.

Estelle Tiniwiel: Thank you! I've started your story. Its really good!. I will be following.

mrs. Malfoy: Thanks again!. Soonish update!.

The Common Wind Deity: Oooo. 14hr day!. Painful. Glad I cheered you up though.I didn't notice I didn't have sharp. I will try and change. I mention a bit of the whole book issue in this chapter.

Lsa: Yeah there are a reasonable amount with two. I was mainly commenting that not all had two.

scorpion's muse: Thank you. That's what the story was aimed for.

Nota Lone: Hmm (looks around) I find les mis like that as well. Shot in head and still has chance to sing a duet. Don't worry bout cold. I say a concert while coughing blood and nobody noticed. It just depends.

Nabira: I've always said do what you want cause no one else is gonna do it for ya. Science isn't terrible . Im just over dramatic. Useful about time. I was mainly referring to film thought cause that's always accurate!. I love the magic flute as well. And am going to see it!. Every christas I get a cold and still have to sing cause I promised. Life sucks!.

Review review.. (Its your last ever ever chance)

This chapter is completely different to anything else. I don't really hate ALW THA much.

In which Erik strings Andrew up on a tree.

Once upon a time in a far away land….

Well not that far away really… Not if you lived in England…..

Allow me to start again

In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit….

Nope. That doesn't fit in which the plot.

I'm really not a writer. Forgive me…

Andrew Lloyd Webber sat finishing his dinner at an amusingly large dinner table. However it was not a large meal. More of an evening snack really. He was humming to himself. As all composers do. Alive ones anyway. He had just been to see the afternoon performance in London of one of his shows.

Phantom of the Opera in case you were wondering.

Suddenly from above he heard a terrible scratching noise.

"That's strange" Andrew mused. "I haven't seen my ex wife in ages"

He heard the scratching noise again. Looking upwards he saw a black shadow covering his sky light. Just as he was about to fetch one of his servants the glass broke. The black shape tumbled through the frame and landed on the table.

Andrew looked at the shapes face.

"Gerald!"

The shape regained himself. He drew himself up his full height. Laughing manically he cried.

"She gave me arms and legs and a body!"

Andrew was confused.

"Gerald is that really you? I haven't seen you since the premieres. Why are you in costume again?"

The man shuddered.

"No I am not this Gerald of which you speak. Unfortunately since the film was the first thing my mistress saw. I assume the shape of this man. No. I am Erik!"

Andrew was puzzled.

"Who"

Erik sighed.

"Oh yes. You were never kind enough to give me a name" Lightening flashes. "I am THE PHANTOM! And you're Angel of Death!"

The man called Erik jumped off the table and swiftly tied Andrews hands together with a cunningly disguised piece of rope. He spoke.

"Come we must go swiftly. The OC is on later"

"Go where?" Andrew asked.

Erik replied as if rehearsed. "My lair of torment and your doom"

Andrew nodded.

Erik pulled him over to a full length mirror at the side of the dining room. Pushing aside the glass he opened up a passage sloping downwards.

"You'd think the estate agency would have mentioned something like this"

"Oh don't worry. This was just recently added to fit in with the plot"

Erik led him downward. Andrew noticed that the route was identical to the set for the film he had made. Quietly in an out of tune voice he began to sing.

"In sleep he sang to me…"

"Silence!" The man roared. "I will not hear the voice strainer anymore"

He continued. "While you are silent you might as well listen. It has come to my attention that most of the errors conducted in fanfiction are by people who have just watched the musical or book. Drawing conclusions together. I worked out the route of the problem. You."

Sputtering Andrew began. "I don't think…"

Hissing Erik stopped him. "Be quiet. IT would you who cast this tuneful. Yet handsome. Man to play me. In the film. Now many people are under the impression that I am a baritone. I mention in the book that I am a tenor. Did you even read the book?"

Andrew went red.

They had now reached the edge of a lake. Erik pushed Andrew into boat and climbed in himself. He carried on.

"No? I didn't think so. Secondly Christine and Carlotta able to sing the same voice parts? What were you thinking? I preferred Carlotta's voice. That's what you have driven me too! And IL Muto. A complete con on the Marriage of Figaro. The whole pageboy thing. Was over 100 years ago. Mozart was a Genius. You are not. And another thing. Don Juan. Past the point of no return. Disgusting. Shameless. Why was I not cast? The costumes were too revealing. And why does everybody think Meg Giry is an Alto? That's what happens when you cast an ex soap star. And were there electric guitars around? I don't think so. And why does everyone think the fop can sing? "

With a thud the boat hit the other side of the lake.

Erik pulled Andrew out of the boat and through his lair. Andrew tried in vain to calm him down.

"I am very sorry. Perhaps I can redraft? Why don't we go back upstairs?"

They had reached a door. Erik whirled round.

"Why dear Lloyd Webber. Why? Because I have a better idea."

He unlocked and opened the door.

The room was full of mirrors and yet it looked like a metal jungle. In the middle was a metal tree.

Erik sighed. "Home sweet home. You look confused sir. Ah yes you haven't read the book have you?. All the better." He pointed "See that tree"

"Yes"

Erik beamed.

"Well. I am going to string you off of it"

"You are going to string me off of it?" Andrew quavered.

"Yes. At the wonderful request of the reviewers. I am going to string you off of it."

Erik pulled Andrew up against the tree and tied him to the tree by his neck and stomach.

Andrew squealed. I would say like a girl. But that would give him too much credit.

"Please!. No! Anything! I only wrote it in the first place because I thought it would make women like me!"

However this seemed to only enrage Erik.

"HAD YOU READ THE BOOK YOU WOULD KNOW THAT THAT WOULDN'T WORK!"

He stormed toward the door. Turning one more time he roared.

"LOVE YOUR HANDEL" before he slammed locked and bolted the door from the outside.

Andrew struggled in vain against his bonds. The room seemed to spin round. And it was getting hotter. He yelled angrily one last time.

"IT COULD HAVE BEEN WORSE. I COULD HAVE WRITTEN YOU AS A WOMAN AS I WAS GOING TO ORGINALLY"

Erik mournful voice answered. The dispassion was clear in every syllable.

"That's been done"

The End

Its over. I finally finished a story!. Be it a short one. Please Review at the end. I would like to make it to 40!.

Thank You's

Thank you to anyone who reviewed at any point. It was great encouragement and the biggest review/chapter ratio I ever had!.

Secial Thank you to all the people who reviewed regularly.

Estelle Tiniwiel, mrs. Malfoy, The Common Wind Deity, ilsa, Nota Lone, Nabira, Kathryn M.B. Denson, GAKDragonMCP.

I recently started a C2 dedicated to musically accurate fanfiction. (what genre) modern day etc. If any of you want to be staff I would be really grateful. Email me or leave a message in your review if you are.