I'd like to give thanks to Nota Lone for this prank idea! And also thank MusicaleDiva for the wonderful review.
Disclaimer- No owns…Otherwise Christine would be a road-killed deer that was picked up by a hick and turned into deer jerky! Yummy!
Chapitre Trois: Would you like Frogs with that Wig?
"Attention please, the pterodactyl has lost her mind…" Alavda snickered as Carlotta stormed into the auditorium screeching.
"Like she ever had one." Meg giggled back.
"MYA HAIR ISA STUCK TOA MY HEAD!" Monsieur Reyer looked at La Carlotta as if she was crazy, thinking all the time as she continued croaking down the stage toward him, I didn't know she wore a wig…
"GET IT OFF!" She stopped by Monsieur Reyer and pointed to her head. Thinking she meant her hair he grabbed a handful and yanked.
"HOLY SHIT! MOTHER F-"
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O.O umm we are sorry for that but someone else had taken control of the keyboard… pardon me whilst I murder a friend of mine.
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Thank you for being patient and back to what really happened.
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"GET IT OFF!" blah blah blah, pointed to her head, blah blah, Monsieur Reyer thought she meant blah… Here we are. He grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked as hard as possible. The next moment, both Monsieur Reyer and Carlotta flew off of the stage into the orchestra pit.
"AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Carlotta's shrill voice pierced the air. "That is IT! She managed to make her way out of the pit and headed for the exit. "I WILL NOT STAY IN THIS PLACE FOR ANOTHER SECOND!"
The actors, ballerinas and a few members of the orchestra followed as Carlotta went to dramatically swing open the door and exit. A few problems kept this from happening unfortunately.
It was mid-winter. Paris had had freezing rain. The rain froze the doors shut. So when Carlotta went to swing open the doors, she only managed to run flat into them.
It hurt… really bad.
"What is this?" She continued to scream as the stood up holding her now bleeding nose.
"A broken nose." Alavda shrugged as everyone laughed.
"It should only be frozen for the night." a gentleman offered as they crowd began to dissipate.
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Lauren: I'd stop here….but you know what…
Erik: no, I don't. What?
Lauren: I'm bored and have yet to get Nota Lone's idea in so I'm gonna continue.
Erik: Fine then.
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The next day, everything began as usual. It's not like they could really do anything else. Carlotta was in her room with much help trying to get the pins out of her hair.
"EUREKA!" Eloise jumped up from the warm up splits.
"Are you alright Eloise?" Meg came out of her own split to see what the matter was. Meg was now Prima Ballerina after Sorelli's little spaghetti incident.(1)
"I've got an idea!" Meg called Genevieve, Alavda, Charlene to follow her and Eloise out of the room.
"Lay it on us." Alavda set the table open for the new diabolical scheme.
"Since the glue we used last time will not come out very easily, Carlotta may lose a tad bit of her hair. Therefore she will probably be wearing a lot of wigs. Let's not forget that giant wig in the upcoming opera, Quello Brave. Meg do you know where to find any pestiferous amphibians? A frog or a newt in the lower levels perhaps. There's a bit of the Seine River that leads off to under the opera house."
Meg thought for a moment and knew exactly where to find them. There was only one small obstacle. Le Fantôme du l'Opéra. Not wanting to be thought a coward she agreed to it.
"I'll get them tonight."
-12:03 AM
With a bag, Meg set out for the lake. She took the route she had last used when the fateful play Don Juan's Triumphant was performed. This time, she knew the phantom was not occupied so she kept her hand at the level of her eye.
Carefully avoiding all of the traps she knew, she made her way, as swiftly as possible, down to the lake. She finally got there and began her search for frogs.
"Come here froggies. I don't want to kill you. Only harm you a bit to get back at the puny minded Carlotta."
"Petite Meg is becoming braver…" The voice bombarded the room like Santa with an AK-47.(2) "Yet she continues to sink a tad bit deeper with every step."
Meg knew the voice. It should have frightened her, but something in her mind didn't allow her to be frightened. Instead, the voice only brought a soft smirk to her lips.
ERIK POV
"Désolé, Monsieur Le Phantôme." Meg looked around the room, not with terror, but with… a smile! What on earth is she happy about? Does she wish to die?
"And what is Petite Meg happy about?"
"Petite Meg is happy for some unknown reason." Meg looked up to the vents.
"Petite Meg needs and insane asylum." She turned around swiftly and looked up at me with a quaint grin.
"As well as Monsieur…" Meg stopped and turned to look in font of her with a pensive look, then a second later, turned around and finished "Aardvark."
"Aardvark?" I gave her an incredulous look.
"Well, I can't just go around calling you Le Phantôme. You have haunted us many years, and yet we still don't know your name. What does it happen to be?"
I thought for a moment before answering "Erik."
-Night of Quello Brave
Meg had made it back to the dormitories a week ago at around 3:56 AM, with the frog needed. Now being a week later, the frog was alive and well, and it was time to put the plan into action. As Eloise predicted, Carlotta now had a very odd hair style.(3)
The preparation was beginning. Alavda quickly placed the frog in her wig as she placed it on her head. Praying it didn't get flattened under the giantomongous head peace, she ran off to get ready for her own part in the opera. Most of the play went flawless. Meg began to worry it wouldn't work. Then the climax came and the fun began.
Carlotta, playing an Empress, looked down upon Piangi, playing Andrew, the Brave One. Then the singing started.
Qui venite prima di me
Brave sopra dell'Italia
A little green leg popped out from underneath Carlotta's wig.
Qui guadagnate la mia mano nel marriage!
As she was cutting off the crescendo on marriage, the little frog finally squeezed out of her wig and fell into her dress. As she began to dance around the stage, she missed a step and tumbled down on top of Piangi squealing her head off. They closed the stage curtains as Carlotta and Piangi ran off to get rid of the frog.
Meanwhile, everyone else was getting an awfully good laugh out of it. A young man came of the stage and apologized for the incident and they will be continuing shortly. Meg, finally able to stop laughing, stood up and watched the open the curtains for the two new singers. Meg's eyes shot open as she noticed the replacement for Carlotta, Hi-C of the Fishes was back!
I'm happy. 2:00 in the morning, the chapter sucks, but it's finally done. Thanks again Nota Lone for the frog idea. Please review, I worked through a really long writer's block and I'm out of it. I need a tad bit of encouragement to get me through the next chapter. Also, once again, if you have any ideas for Carlotta, Piangi, Monsieur Reyer, Christine, Raoul or someone else that you feel like picking on, please let them be known. Thank you to all who reviewed already! No flames, those are for burning steaks, and nobody really likes burnt steaks…
Qui venite prima di me- here you come before me
Brave sopra dell'Italia- brave one of italy
Qui guadagnate la mia mano nel marriage!- here you earn my hand in marriage
1-I was being bored, so I was playing with spaghetti I was cooking for dinner, so I found the longest strand I had and hit the cat with it, the cat ran, I tripped over the cat, I hit my head on the fridge and I had a bowl, 2 apples, and an orange fall on my head. Just replace me with Sorelli. Not that Sorelli would ever be dumb enough to do that.
2-Santa with an AK-47…. My little brother asked what Santa would do if he met some bad guy on one of the cartoons he watches. I told him Santa would pull an AK-47 out of his bag of goodies and blow him to smithereens. I'm a terrible influence.
3- If you've ever seen the show Recess with the one episode where everyone gets a haircut called the Mikey, Carlotta's looked kind of like that, but with sores from where Monsieur Reyer had pulled a large chunk of it out.