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Maska- Yes, what is Erik going to do... Yes Dominique likes Isabelle! I'm not evil MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA evil laughter!
Keeper Music Night- Yes, short chapter, but the next few chapters will, hopefully be a little longer, not this one, but the one after this one! Hope you enjoy! Yes, Dominique can draw, but it is Dominique, not Dom... (Sorry I'm OCD!)
Chapter 13- Can't Run
Dominique stared at Erik. Erik stared back. Neither of them spoke. Matthieu looked between the two, until he could stand it no more. "Please someone say something, or we may all burst into flame!"
Matthieu thought this was infinitely funny, but Erik and Dominique remained stone faced. Matthieu recovered, and finding his family not laughing, he deiced it would be safer to leave, and proceeded to do so.
"How did it go?" Erik asked.
"Stop pretending, Erik. You know exactly how it went. Did you pay the manager to say all of those things?" Dominique said, not really angry but annoyed.
"I did not pay them to do anything, and if I had, it would have been quite unnecessary." Dominique stared at Erik, confused. "You have never sung like that, Dominique." Dominique rolled his eyes. What was Erik up to? "I know you were holding back on me…"
"You've only heard me sing twice!" Dominique pointed out. "You hate my voice, Erik, I know it! I've always known!"
Erik looked heatedly at his son. "You know that I do not dislike your voice, and that there are other reasons for my actions."
"Erik, you have never given me any other reason."
Erik turned to leave. "Erik, don't run! I'm your son, and you cannot run from that!"
Erik paused. He turned, facing his son, he frowned distastefully, and then said quite calmly, "Neither can you, Dominique." And with that Erik walked out into his room.
Dominique growled madly at the darkness around him. He needed to get his frustration out. He walked over to the organ and began playing furiously, composing for the first time in his life.