A Girl's Day Out
Chapter 4: Crazy Christine
Author's Note : Hey! Didn't have as much time as usual to update this week. I've been totally stressed because I have four tests to study for this week, two papers due, a research project, stuff to learn for chorus, practicing my voice and piano lessons, blah, blah,blah. But, enough about my stress and the other shit, I hope everyone enjoys this chap. I tried to make it as funny as possible, but I had to split it up into two parts, otherwise it would have been a gigantic, super chapter! So, PLEASE review! And please excuse all the typos and stuff in this chap:)
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Christine eventually made her way from all the confusing secret passageways and tunnels up to the ballet dormitories. She let herself inside and plopped down onto Meg's bed, snuggling against the pillows while muttering "Nice Erik. Sexy Erik, Erik looks so good today. I love you Erik."
Christine opened her eyes to find about five ballet girls staring at her, slightly shocked. Christine stuttered and quickly said "I MEAN RAOUL! I love you, Raoul!"
The girls still stood there, staring at her. Christine was slightly disturbed, and started hugging the pillow for comfort. "What's everybody starring at me for? Is something on my face?"
--Silence--
Christine gasped "Oh my god! You think I'm ugly, don't you? You don't like me! I can't believe it! You all hate me! Why does everybody hate me like this! I'm so unloved!" Christine screamed, throwing herself onto the bed.
"What happened to Meg?" one of the bolder girls asked
Christine sighed "We made this bet on who could last the longest in each other's shoes. But, we're not really wearing each other's shoes, so it doesn't make any sense. Anyway, she's off with my husband, Raoul-"
"You mean, that gay guy that was here about a year ago that got tangled up in a cape, fell off the rafters, and acted like a total fop?" another one asked
"Yup, that's him." Christine said grinning proudly "Wait, how did you know about that?"
"I have my ways" the girl said very dangerously, with an evil glint in her eyes
Christine was slightly startled "Uh-huh. Anyway, whoever lives in the other person's lifestyles the longest wins the bet. And, the loser has to do whatever the inner says for a month. So, Meg is with Raoul today, acting like me, and I have to act like her today."
"Meaning you're doing...what?" one girl asked
Christine smiled "I have to...wait, what does Meg actually do? I mean, besides twirl around in a ballet tutu and tights (Which, by the way, really itch), cry for her mother, cry, and be mean to me?"
"She helps Mme. Giry teach ballet class, helps us with the class work, and uhh, that's it"
"She doesn't have much of a life" another girl added
"But, she does have a totally hot fiancée."
"Oh my god, I know! Isn't he adorable! Especially when he wears those really low, ruffly, white shirts!" another girl gushed
"OKAY!" Christine interrupted "We all know Erik's a total hunk and I married the semi-cute fop! Now, can we get back to uhh, whatever somebody was talking about?"
"What were we talking about?" another girl asked
Christine groaned "Ya know, it is so confusing keeping track of who's talking when all your names are girl, another girl, the girl. Don't you guys have names?"
"Nope. None of the ballerinas in the movie actually got names except for Meg and you." another girl chirped
Christine tried to think for a minute, but that required huge effort, which made her head hurt, so eventually she just said
"Okay, this girl can be Bridgett, this one Annette, this one Sophia, this one Marie, and this one Julie. Everybody happy now?"
"Yes" Bridgett, Annette, Sophia, Marie, and Julie responded simultaneously.
"Okay, great. Now, I'm going to go back to snuggling and think about how hot Erik is. I MEAN RAOUL! HOW HOT RAOUL IS!" Christine screamed.
The girls all left
Eventually, Madame Giry came in, and whacked her cane on the bed, missing Christine by about an inch
"Meg Giry! Get your lazy ass up off the bed! Ballet class started five minutes ago!"
Christine looked up "I'm not Meg! Why does everybody think I'm Meg? I'm not Meg! I have my own identity! Why can't you people realize that? I'm Christine! C-H-R-I- wait, I can't remember how you spell the rest of it."
Mme. Giry huffed impatiently "Where is Meg?"
"Well, we made this bet on who could last the longest in each other's shoes. But, we're not really wearing each other's shoes, so it doesn't make any sense. Anyway, she's-"
Mme. Giry covered her hand with her mouth "My god, you talk a lot! So, lemme guess: Meg's off with Raoul, acting as you, and you're here to take Meg's place?"
"Yeah. Hey, how did you know that?"
"I have my ways" Mme. Giry said dangerously
Christine gulped "Soooo, I just have to stay here and act like Meg until 2:00 today. But wait, I can't tell time! Oh my god, what if it's already 2:00! Oh no, what if I'm in one of those space-time continuum thingies where time doesn't exist! Then maybe I really am Meg! When did I lose my identity! I don't like being Meg!" she sobbed hysterically
While Christine was going psycho, Madame Giry sighed and raised her eyes to the ceiling "Dear God, why do they always have to make these bets? And why do I always get stuck helping the idiots?" she sighed
Mme. Giry reached down, pulling Christine off the bed "Okay crybaby listen up ":Since you're the only idiot around today, you'll have to help me with the ballet class, and we're already five minutes late. So, come on" She started pulling Christine towards the door by her wrist
Christine stopped "Wait, how am I supposed to know anything about ballet? I'm a ditzy, naive, Prima Donna that was taught by a guy pretending to be my dead father, or the Angel of Music ( I never could figure out which), who fell in love with a fop and began a musical love triangle filled with suspense, splendor, and the Music of the Night. What the hell do I know about ballet? And how did I just know any of those really big, smart words?"
Mme. Giry groaned "Don't know, don't care. Hey, weren't you like a ballerina for ten minutes at the beginning of the movie?"
"Yeah"
''And, you came 'to live and train in the ballet dormitories' for like, nine years, so you must know something about ballet."
"I guess so" Christine whimpered
"Well then, you must know something about ballet, and you're the first person I found, so that's good enough. Now, on to class!" Madame Giry declared, with Christine dragging along behind her
And now, we proceed to
Christine's Day in Hell as Meg
or
Christine Causes Chaos at the Ballet
(whichever title you prefer for the next chap:)
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