Lauren- HA!

Erik- Stop doing that.

Lauren- But I told you I would at least get one review! In fact I'd like to thank two people for reviewing but no longer allows thanking reviews so I cannot thank you, but instead say Ouy Knaht! Which is not thank you but is still thank you… Make since?

Erik- No.

Lauren- Anyways, the disclaimer shall be done by Hi-C.

Christine- Lauren owns nothing but the four other ballet girls' names. That and the plot!

Lauren- On with the story!

Chapitre Deux: La Première Idée! (The First Idea!)

Meg slept quite peacefully last night knowing that they were going to get back at Carlotta. Alavda came up with a wonderful idea that she explained to them this morning while warming up for their dancing lessons. While Carlotta was doing up her hair in the morning with all of the fashionable pins and such, Genevieve would run in yelling up a storm that Carlotta's dog was hurt in the theatre. Carlotta would rush to her poodle puppy's aid while Alavda would sneak in and place a bit of slow drying glue on her hair pins. It was a brilliant idea! All Meg would have to do was get the glue.

During class, Meg walked up to Carlotta. "La Carlotta? I was wondering if you would watch over my class for a short while." She gave her a stupid glare.

"And why would that be? What is so very important you must run away from class?"

"Well Madame, I need to run to get a bit more items for class." Her voice did not waver nor did her poise.

"Very well, hurry up." She gave a wave of her hand and Meg was off not needing to be told twice. She stopped only once to retrieve the keys to open the storage area. When she arrived at the door of the room holding props and other items, including glue, she slowly slid the key into the door and tried to turn it. The lock was stuck. "Damn." After five minutes of whispering profanities at the door and trying to turn the key, it finally unlocked and opened revealing a small musty room filled with costumes, threads of all colors, sewing kits, and a variety of props from all sorts of operas. She walked in, gracefully gliding over all of the junk scattered among the floor.

"Now where is the adhesive? It has to be in here somewhere. We used it for one of the costumes a few nights ago when we had to quickly fix a jewel back onto it. I don't know why but I talk to myself a lot. Mom does it to. Maybe it's genetic." She was slowly sifting through mountains of boxes when a small noise caught her attention.

"It's considered madness when one talks to oneself." Meg quickly turned around to come face-to-face with the Phantom of the Opera, well more like face-to-chest since Meg was almost two feet shorter then Erik.

Before Meg could stop herself she blurted. "You have room to talk about madness, M. Le Fantôme?" Meg whitened a bit more as she realized what she had said to him.

Erik began to move toward her. "My, my, Mlle. Giry. I would have expected you to watch your tongue a bit more. On to more important matters though; what would you happen to be doing in the storage area, let alone all by yourself?"

"I am old enough to look out for myself Monsieur." Erik walked behind her and slowly loosened his punjab lasso.

"Really now? What about if I were to," he quickly slipped the lasso around the neck and tightened it a bit. "do this, for example." Meg let out a small gasp before going to grab for the item around her neck. "What were you doing down here Mademoiselle?"

"I was looking for glue."

"What for?"

"Is this twenty thousand questions?"

"Answer the question Mademoiselle." The lasso got a bit tighter.

"A small prank."

"On whom might I ask?"

"Craplotta." She referred to the new name her peers and she had begun to call Carlotta.

"And what does this prank consist of?"

"Glue." Meg swore she hear his eyes roll from behind her.

"Yes, I knew that, but what else?"

"Carlotta." Erik was slowly beginning to get annoyed at the young girls annoyingities(1).

"You're trying my patience child, explain the whole thing." Erik pulled the lasso a bit to get hit point across.

"WehateCarlottasowedecidedtopullaprankonnherandweweregoingtoputglueonherhairpinssoherhairwouldbeallglueyish…" Meg sped through her sentence so Erik would loosen up a bit on the lasso. She was having trouble getting oxygen to her brain. Lost in thought of trying to figure out what the ballet rat had said Erik loosened up the lasso a bit, but not so much to let her get away."

"Glueyish is not a word, young Meg." Meg went wide-eyed. Here Meg was with a rope around her neck held by a man that was known for killing(2) and he was going to correct her grammer. Meg's eye twitched. She was to busy thinking about this so that she did not notice Erik slip the lasso from around her neck. When she did come to reality, Erik was no longer in the room, so it seemed. She gave a small sigh before she smiled softly. All around her the same word were echoing around the room and off the walls have there sound molecules being absorbed by small amounts off cloth everywhere and finally making it to Meg's ears.

"Bon chance, Mademoiselle."

This is a word from my dictionary of lyeyishness!

2- This is after the incident of the Joseph guy and all that jazz.

Lauren-…… . ….

Erik- You're a terrible writer…

Lauren-…I know… Why don't you write then?

Erik-My services cost a few million franc a second…..

Lauren- You can put it on my tab?

Erik- Walks away

Lauren- Please review and if you do, can you please give me ideas for prank to pull on Carlotta or anyone else annoying for that matter, like Piangi, or Christine for that matter. She's coming soon. Please R&R…or just R. R being review since if you are reading this you most likely read the story anyway… Au Revoir for now!