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Chapter Three: Punjabs and Tutus

Raoul: Uh, guys…

Christine: What dear?

Raoul: My head still hurts.

(awkward pause…shattered by a definite…)

Erik: No trick, Sherlock! We just took muscle relaxers, what do you think we should feel like!

Meg: (dreamily) Relieved…

(All stare at her)

Carlotta: Anywayz…What do we do now?

( The lights dim and a spotlight shines on Erik)

Erik :(shielding his eyes with his hand) What the?

Raoul: C'mon you're the smart one! What do we do?

Erik: (sarcastically surprised) Why Foppy, I thought you'd never admit to it!

Raoul: (being sarcastically surprised right back) Why…uh, Opera Ghost-y! I thought you'd never agree with me!

Erik: Agree with you? (Shiver) Oh, yes…Well, um…Why don't we all just sit down and…chat?

Christine: That sounds lovely! What a great idea!

(Erik smiles, widely at Christine and behind her back he mouths "fop" at Raoul who shakes a fist at him as they all sit down)

Meg: So…now what?

Raoul: Lets play Spin the Bottle! (Grabs Erik who pushes him away)

Erik: Leave me alone, you perverted ass!

Raoul: Okay, okay…Ho about we tell our life stories?

(Erik shrinks to the corner as the others agree and get into a circle)

Meg: I'll begin…Well, I was born in a small town in France where I was taken to the Opera Populaire when I was very young…and, um…yeah…

Erik: Well, I won't say that was boring but…that was boring.

Christine: Erik!

Carlotta: Now eetz mye turn! I waz born in a zmall town in Spain, and my Mama waz very poor zo I vowed to become a famous singer an give her money…zo, I worked very hard on cruise ships until I waz deescovered by an Opera Populaire scout an zo here I am now!

Christine: Where is your mother now?

Carlotta: I don know…

(An image of an old Spanish-Italian lady begging on the streets with a sign that says "My pathetic daughter lost her part to a damn chorus girl and now I'm flat broke" flashes in her mind)

Raoul: Now me! My mom died when I was born and my dad died when I was like 7. My brother spoiled me and now I married to Christine! I'm so happy…

(All smile and look at Christine)

Christine: Me? Well, okay. I was born-

Meg: actually Christine, we pretty much know your story. Y'know, with the Little Lotte and the Violin and the paintings and chocolate and stuff.

(They all mumble in agreement as all eyes shift to Erik)

Erik: Wha? Me? I'm sure you're not interested…

Phangirls: Yes we are!

Erik: Well, okay…My name's Erik and I

Raoul: Hi, Erik!

Christine: Honey, this isn't an AA meeting.

Raoul: Oh, but you told me he did morphine and opium and stuff.

Erik: (eye twitching) No I don't…anyway. I was born, my mom hated me, and I hated her. I ran away right into a gypsy fair where I was caged and called the living corpse until I killed my owner who, by the way, tried to rape me and-

Raoul: And…that was a girl right? Your owner?

Erik: No (embarrassed mumbling) It was a man.

Raoul: That's sick! This is like a deranged OC episode.

Erik: And I ran into a mason and his stupid daughter and (munch munch)…she was a stupid little brat who killed herself by falling into a crumbling stairwell. Then, I became (munch munch) …a magician in the Persian Court before running away from there and building the Opera (munch munch)...FOP!

Raoul: (munching on popcorn) I don't know where it came from, but it's yummy.

Erik: AUTHORESS!

Authoress: (whistling)

Erik: BuildingtheOperPopulaireandhidingunderituntilIsawChristineandyouknowtherest! (Gasps for air)

Meg: Well…that was intresting.