POO- Chapter Three

Angel of Music to the Mirror

Authors: Desiree L. Wallen, Mr. Pooch, and more help from Bladequeen 2000

Author's Note: HI! Mr. Pooch here, to all Reviewers: It is my co-writer's, Desiree L. Wallen's birthday on June the 6th! So please, in your reviews, Wish her a happy Birthday! Gracias! Oh, the song in the middle with Bob/Christine is Little Mary Sunshine from Reefer Madness.

Andrew: Are we really going to go on with this fiasco?

Joel: Yes, we'll give in another try, at least. This is your musical, isn't it?

Andrew: If I ever wrote something as stupid as this is turning out to be, may something fall out of the sky and hit me on the head.

(As he speaks, a heffalump falls out of the sky and strikes Mr. Webber on the head. And Robin's minstrels cheered: yea!)

Joel: I'm just going to ignore that. (calls) Okay, people, Scene Three! We need Emmy and Jennifer. And, action!

(Christine has been trying to escape the hawk-like eyes of Meg Giry for the past half hour. Unfortunately for her, at the same time, she's been trying to get high. Not a good combination, she's tripped several times. And fallen down exactly two flights of stairs into her father's shrine! Good job! A 10! )

(We enter into Movie-Land, where Christine lights a candle in her father's shrine. Then, she takes a cigarette from her pocket and lights it in the candle. )

Christine : OUCHIE! I burnt my hand!

Meg's eerie voice: Christine.

Male's voice echoing: Christine, Christine.

Christine: Yes, God?

Phantom, again: Christine

Christine: FATHER! (gets up, runs across the room, and straight into a wall. Collapses onto the floor.)

Joel: CUT! Meg, just come into the room. NOW!

Meg: Where in the world have you been hiding? Really, you were perfect. I only wish I knew your secret. Who is your great tutor?

Christine: Meg When your mother brought me here.

Joel: CUT! Christine, that's the WRONG LINE!

Christine: Sorry. Don't beat me again! (cowers)

Joel: What?

Christine: Just kidding! But, honestly, don't.

(Back in Movie Land, where Christine or Christine is about to say the right line. )

Christine: Before I came here, my father promised to send me the Angel of Music ( Meg has fallen asleep).

Meg: Well (BAD WORD), I think use a crazy (BAD WORD). You see dead people, like that little kid on the television. TNT (starts humming the six o'clock news jingle).

Christine: Angel of Music, Guide and Guardian, Grant to me your glory!

Meg: Who is this angel? This-

Narrator: (magically, both girls are in a hallway now. Must have been the drugs. They begin to sing, but a tall, shadowy figure catches Christine's attention. He has a helmet and a long, flowing cape on.)

Darth Vader: Christine, I AM your FATHER!

Christine: DADDY!

Meg: Oh no, you don't. We're not going through this again!

(As Meg is pushing Darth away, Bob comes over to Christine. Yes, Bob has returned.)

Bob: Hey Christine, Want a smoke ?

Christine: Sure, Bob. Hey, wait a minute, this isn't one of those reefers, is it?

Bob: (LYING! LYING! Snore): No, no it isn't. It's special cigarette. (sings) No more Mary Sunshine, little Mary Sunshine..

Christine: Jimmy's a boy, I'm ready for men. Let's go up and down, and up and down, and down again.

Bob: Mary Sunshine! You're ultra, ultra!

Narrator: (Thank god, Meg's returned and starts to drag Bob out by his small clumps of hair. EW!)

Joel: Cut! Bob, quit drugging the actors!

Bob: (managed to escape Meg, who is busy smoking with Christine now): Come on, Joel. You know you want some.

Joel: Oh, please.

Bob: Come on.

Joel: Just one drag.

Narrator: (A few minutes later, "U Can't Touch This" is playing in the background. Joel is high and dancing with a bunch of strippers. Needless to say, Bob is VERY, VERY happy!) (Author: Many thanks to Bladequeen2000!)

Andrew: And I'm just going to ignore THAT! Okay, now it's the beginning of the Mirror. Action!

Narrator: (Raoul comes in. (Author: Looking VERY SEXY! Teasing.) with a huge bouquet of flowers. After trying, and failing, to squeeze in the door three times, he comes in with a slightly smaller bouquet.)

Raoul: S-sorry about that.

Christine: Oh, Raoul. Those summers at the beach, remember our sweet little rhyme. And our long, long night in the.

Raoul: I don't remember that! B-but, I do re-remember the rhy-rh-rhyme.

Christine: Hello, mother. Hello, father. Fleas, ticks, mosquitos, they really bother. Thanks for the package, that's why I'm writing. K9 Advantix really stops all the biting!

Raoul: Oh Chri-Chris-Chris

Christine: Take your time there

Raoul: Oh, Christine! I love you!

Christine: RAOUL!

Raoul: Will you go w-with me to supper at my par-paren-parent's hum-hum-humble abode tonight?

Christine: Beg pardon?

Raoul: I'll be waiting for you outside. I'll give you a un-un-ungodly two min-minutes to get changed out of your ov-overly long go-go-gown.

Sorry for the long wait, but Mr. Pooch lost the first draft of this chapter in Delaware. Let's pluck her hair! Chapter Four:The Mirror to Music of the Night, will be up soon!