Tour Guide Kristi:

Willow had warned Erik, he couldn't deny that. And so, he had done the sensible thing… he had taken her out on the streets for Mardi Gras. Of course, within moments, he was having attacks of being around too many people, and she was lost. This was why, when the smaller girl with the black and white shirt on that read 'Tour Guide', and a little name plate reading Kristi, he grabbed her arm, and shoved two twenties under her nose. "Tour please?" It came out as a pleading gasp. Willow grinned at the girl, who smiled back, then did a double take at Erik.

"Are you the Phantom of the Opera?" She asked in awed tones.

"Yes, and he's MY Phantom." Willow stuck her tongue out at the girl, who in turn, smiled.

"Oh yes…" She stopped, straightened up, and then put on a dazzling smile. "I'm Tour Guide Kristi. I'll be your guide for the evening. If you'll follow me, I'll show you around." She winked at Erik, and Willow burst into laughter.

"What?" Kristi grinned as well.

"Well, it's just… you sound just like the Barbie off of Toy Story two. 'I'm Tour Guide Barbie!' ya know?"

Kristi let out a shriek of laughter. "You're the first one who's gotten it all day!" And so, the two girls walked off, talking happily, while Erik trailed behind.

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Three hours, and a sunset later, Kristi, Willow, and Erik were seated at a outside restraint, eating and talking. Well, the two girls were still going at it, while Erik was watching the conversation in wonder.

"Yeah, speaking of the Phantom! I have like three friends who've all claimed they've seen this man in my mirror on my web cam! They named him…" she sat in through for a moment. "Jimmaherik." She slid a sidelong glance at Erik, whose name had been revealed about 5 minutes into the tour, which had turned into a Phantom Fest for the two Phan Girls, while THE Phantom watched with amusement. Every once in a while, Willow would glance at Erik with a grin, and he, in turn, would give a small sly smile. Kristi, still chattering away, hadn't noticed.

"So, you're doing the play, right? You're Christine. God, I'd love to be Christine. Kristi… Kristine… Christine… what's the difference, I say. And he's the Phantom… no brainier there. He looks exactly like Erik." Willow let a small smile play across her face, while Kristi continued her rant. "And who's Meg?"

"Oh, one of my friends named Sandra…" Kristi's eyes widened.

"No WAY!" The shout escaped from Kristi's lips. "Sandy-ran? She's like totally one of my best friends! We met over the Internet, and both swore that we'd come here one day and hunt the Opera House for Erik, and here we are! That little…" Kristi grumbled. "She didn't tell me she landed the roll of Meg, or that Erik was so…" She trailed off, looking at Willow's masked companion…

Finally, she finished her sentence. "Taken."

Willow giggled again. She couldn't believe that everyone knew everyone here… though… if she really thought about it, Sandra and Kristi acted with the same hyper activeness… Yeah, she wasn't surprised that the two girls were friends.

"Well, I'll make sure to catch the show on opening night!" Kristi said, standing up with a grin, grabbing her coke glass and taking one last sip. She tossed it in the trash can over her shoulder, handed Willow her cell number with a short 'Call me!' gave her a hug like they had been best friends forever, and wandered off. Erik and Willow sat in silence for a few moments, and then, sure enough, in the distance heard it… "I'm Tour Guide Kristi!"

Willow fell over in laughter, while Erik shook his head, muttering about her insane friends.

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