Disclaimer: I own the POTO DVD! Makes me happy! I don't own anything else of POTO, besides some collectables. I also don't own Interlude by MCR, Take Me Out or Dark of the Matinee by Franz Ferdinand. I own copied versions of the CD's though. I also don't own Comedy Central or Jolly Ranchers.
I got the two-disc DVD yesterday and then I stayed up till 1:00 am watching the extras! I cried during No One Would Listen! I also cried, of course, at the end of the movie. The monkey musical box gets me started and then when he sings "It's over now the music of the night!" I just start bawling! Then when Old Raoul is at the graveyard and he sees Erik's rose, I start up again! Okay, enough babbling! Here's the next chapter!
Part of this chapter is a conversation between Christine and Meg on AIM. Meg's lines will be underlined and Christine's will be normal.
"So are you going out with him?"
Christine was on her laptop, in her messy room, talking to Meg on AIM.
Christine sighed as she typed.
"Why do you want to know?"
A few seconds passed and Meg's reply popped up.
"I'm just looking out for you…"
Christine rolled her eyes and typed.
"Sure. This wouldn't have to do with the fact that you love to have gossip that the preps don't. I seriously doubt they would care if two self appointed social rejects are going out or not."
She pulled up her music files as she waited for Meg's reply.
So if you're lonely,
You know I'm here waiting for you,
I'm just a crosshair,
I'm just a shot away from you
And if you leave here
You leave me broken shattered alive
I'm just a crosshair
I'm just a shot. Then we can die
Ooohahhhhh
I know I won't be leaving here with you
"That's not the only reason! I just want to know what's going on with my friend…"
"Well, in answer to your question, he hasn't really asked me, but we kinda act like it."
I say don't you know
You say you don't know
I say... take me out
I say you don't show
Don't move time is slow
I say... take me out
I say you don't know
You say you don't go
I say... take me out
"OOOH…like what?"
"Well, tell each other things, hold hands…kiss…that sort of thing."
I know I won't be leaving here (with you)
I know I won't be leaving here
I know I won't be leaving here (with you)
I know I won't be leaving here with you
"How is it?"
Christine laughed and rolled her eyes again.
"Well, much better than Raoul ever was! You like him, don't you?"
"Christine, I haven't met the guy. He's really hot though, I'll give you that!"
"Lol…oh yeah!"
I say don't you know
You say you don't know
I say... take me out
If I move this could die
Eyes move this can die
C'mon...take me out
I know I won't be leaving here (with you)
I know I won't be leaving here
I know I won't be leaving here (with you)
I know I won't be leaving here with you
Christine sighed and typed again. The song ended and Dark of the Matinee came on.
"I just don't want it to end up like it did with the uber Fop. How do I know he won't lie to me and cheat on me like he did?"
You take your white finger
Slide the nail under the top and bottom buttons of my blazer
Relax the fraying wool, slacken ties
And I'm not to look at you in the shoe, but the eyes, find the eyes
Find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files
You must follow, leave this academic factory
You will find me in the matinee
The dark of the matinee
It's better in the matinee
The dark of the matinee is mine
Yes it's mine
"Well, there's no sure thing it won't, but from what you said, he's crazy about you."
"Well, so was Raoul…at least he said he was…"
I time every journey to bump into you, accidentally
I charm you and tell you of the boys I hate
All the girls I hate
All the words I hate
All the clothes I hate
How I'll never be anything I hate
You smile, mention something that you like
Or how you'd have a happy life if you did the things you like
Find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files
You must follow, leave this academic factory
You will find me in the matinee
The dark of the matinee
It's better in the matinee
The dark of the matinee is mine
Yes it's mine
"Raoul was scum! He all he was was weak and deceitful, too immature to do anything without the help of his mommy! Forget him! Don't give up your life because of him! Trust me, you will regret it if you let Erik slip away. Hell, if you weren't into him, I would seriously try to get him for myself!"
So I'm on BBC2 now, telling Terry Wogan how I made it and
What I made is unclear now, but his deference is and his laughter is
My words and smile are so easy now
Yes, it's easy now
Yes, it's easy now
Find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files
You must follow, leave this academic factory
You will find me in the matinee
The dark of the matinee
It's better in the matinee
The dark of the matinee
"Yeah…I just hope I don't let it get so stressful."
"I'm sure you won't."
Find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files
You must follow, leave this academic factory
You will find me in the matinee
The dark of the matinee
It's better in the matinee
The dark of the matinee is mine
Yes it's mine
"So anyway, why does he wear that mask all the time?"
"I don't really know. He does like Phantom a lot, probably as much as I do."
"Woah…he really is the guy for you…You both even have the same names as the characters."
"Yeah that is kinda weird. My mom named me Christine after a great aunt, and the Day thing was just a strange coincidence. My mom is not the type to like POTO…I wonder if his is a coincidence too…HEY! South Park's on!"
Christine frantically searched her room for the TV remote, throwing more clothes on the floor in the process. She finally found it, under a bunch of Jolly Rancher wrappers and turned it to Comedy Central. It was the Towelie episode, Christine's favorite.
Meg and Christine continued to chat during South Park and signed off when it was over.
Christine, feeling tired, decided to go to sleep earlier than usual. She quickly slipped into oblivion…
She was walking in a meadow of black roses, the sky above heralding the coming of a storm. The powerful wind blew her long white dress behind her, making it appear that she had wings.
Before her stood Erik, dressed in a black tuxedo with a long black cloak and black mask.
She picked a rose from a bush, the thorns cutting her fingers slightly. Not noticing the pain, she noiselessly glided towards Erik and gave him the rose. He said nothing but stared deep into her eyes, with his gold ones.
She quickly removed the black mask with her bleeding fingers. Before she could see what lay beneath, Erik covered his face and screamed curses at her.
Damn you!
You little prying
Pandora!
You little demon -
Is this what you wanted to see?
Curse you!
You little Iying
Delilah!
You little viper!
Now you cannot ever be free!
She looked down at the mask in her hands. Instead of black, it was now white with her blood stained all over it. She looked back at Erik, horrified to see his clothes now white with red stains splattered on them.
Damn you . . .
Curse you . . .
He grabbed the mask from her hands and walked past her to the rose bush. He put the black rose she had given him and it became part of the bush again.
He put the mask back on, and the mask and clothes went back as they were before. The wind blew his cloak. He looked into her eyes again.
"Not yet"
Since we talked alone...
Come angels of unknown...
Come angels of unknown...
Christine awoke suddenly, her heart racing. She squinted at her bedside alarm clock.
3:00.
She shook her head and went back to sleep, forgetting the dream.
Come angels of unknown...
I was a good egg and updated while everyone else was watching Erik for the millionth time…not like I won't be doing that myself…Please review! Thank you for keeping with my story! I hope this chapter didn't suck! Love and Peace! Kupo!