Ode to Joy is written by The Lads, a Christian rock band.
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Reltistic: Welcome! I've been a fan of your fic for a while! Heh, Darth on the cereal box, he was quite a good conversationalist actually
Bananas in Pajamas: Its ADRIANA! Ok sorry, got that out of my system -twitch I love writing these two's dialogue, it works so well! Oh, and here is your update!
Angel of Mystery: THANKYOU! Welcome!
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Cap'n Meg:...sober up would you?
MetalMyersJason: joins in singing. Sorry, (hands out more rum)
Sapphire-aria: Um...I'm trying to think where I have an adibug posted, I'll put one on deviantart and tell you when its up. Anyway, the origin of the Adibug is that my nickname is Adi, and I only permit Erik to call me Adriana (no one ever spells it right!) An Adibug is a caricature ladybird drawn in 2D and with three little legs, a big lower case a is the head and feelers, and the di is in the shell, ill get you one eventually, I promise (its also copyright to me and no one else may use it!)
Spunky-hyper-girl: No! You can be a duchess, you can be anything you want! I was just lazy and wrote only a sample of positions, be whoever you want to be!
And a short note, This is chapter 21, cameo chapter is at the moment a rough chapter 24, you have 4 days people before it is finalised and I edit it properly! And I go back to school in 2 so it might be late but I better get a wriggle on! And so do you if I don't have your info!
Adriana hummed a light tune as she began to brush her hair, she had almost forgotten it, but for a random dream last night. (unfortunately, it wasn't my good dream, if you read the Healer, you'll know what I'm on about...if not, oh well).
"I sing for joy…that you are in my life" she sang softly, then stopped, coughed and started again, "I sing for…no! Ugh!" she yanked the brush through her hair. Songs like this needed to be sung loudly, her puny attempts wouldn't work unless she got her stomach under the notes. Dropping the brush, she strode to the edge of the lake, where the acoustics were best. With a pirouette for good luck, she shook her hair back and took a deep breath and opened her mouth.
"I sing for joy…
That you are in my life.
And your love…
It covers me, yeah…
And I feel…
The rushing of your life
As your river…
It flows all over me again…"
Adriana grinned and began to dance, kicking and spinning. She had forgotten how good it felt to sing. She didn't like singing while Erik was around, she didn't want him hearing her struggle for the notes too high for her alto range, but this song suited her perfectly. Returning to the chorus, she modified the words slightly.
"I sing for joy…
That you are in my life.
And your song…
It covers me…yeah"
"What are you singing?" she hadn't heard Erik come up behind her, immediately she gulped down the rest of the words and turned to face him with her eyes downcast.
"Just something," she mumbled, damn, he wasn't supposed to have heard her.
"Something?" Erik echoed knowingly, "Come child, I know you weren't singing because you were bored, what was that song?"
"Ode to Joy," Adriana replied shortly, Erik raised an eyebrow,
"Indeed?" he asked silkily. Adriana batted her eyelashes at him,
"Would I lie to you?" she asked innocently, Erik laughed.
"I doubt you have spoken an honest word in your life, my dear," Adriana grinned,
"Everyone has their talents," she replied modestly, Erik laughed and handed her a package of quills and some parchment.
"I believe you asked for these?" he said, as her face lit up,
"Oh wonderful! Thankyou!" she exclaimed,
"You're welcome" he replied, "I'll be in my room if you need me."
"Righto," she settled herself on the couch with her green notebook as Erik disappeared into the passage. Soon she heard the stunning notes of his organ as he began to play, and choosing a quill, happily started copying out her poems, adding borders and pictures as she transformed her appalling shorthand into flowing calligraphy.
An hour or so later, Erik came storming out of his room, muttering curses under his breath as he strutted around in indignation.
"Stupid…awful…damned melody…wont come right…chorus wrong…"
Adriana looked up from her work, adding the final touches to a black swirling border, an angrily kicked pillow came flying towards her and she dropped her quill, spilling ink onto a fresh sheet of parchment she had just drawn the heading on. "Oh Erik," she sighed,
"What?" he snapped irritably, she sighed again watching his insulted form stalking back and forth with dramatic swishes of his cloak, she rolled her eyes.
"Never mind, I found an old storeroom with plenty of crockery hidden away."
"What has that got to do with anything?" he rounded on her, she shrugged.
"Well I thought maybe if you went and smashed a few dozen plates you might feel better." Erik stared at her.
"Isn't that a more womanly pastime?" he asked, stopping to look down at her as his cloak whispered about his shoulders, Adriana snorted,
"Well you're acting like enough of a drama queen to merit it."
"I beg your pardon, I am not!" he tossed his cloak back melodramatically, Adriana rolled her eyes.
"Yes, you are. Carlotta had better look to her tail feathers, you'll dethrone her any day now." She stated, turning back to her work, Erik groaned.
"Please don't mention that squawking crow to me, its bad enough she's singing tonight."
"That reminds me," Adriana looked up at him again, "What would happen if she wasn't going to sing?"
"I'd fall to my knees and thank whichever divinity caused such a glorious miracle." He stated, Adriana grinned, "Your welcome," she said.
"You!"
"Silly girl let her ears close over, Andiamo has to re-pierce them tonight."
"And this will stop her parading that dreadful voice of hers around?"
"No but the little powder I slipped into the alcohol their using to sterilise the needle will have her tearing off her soon to be elephantine ears for the next week." Erik considered this thoughtfully.
"What an extraordinarily delicious idea," he smiled darkly, Adriana's expression matched his own.
"I rather thought so, would you care to come watch the show?"
Erik spread his hands helplessly, "How can I resist?"
Together the two dark shadows stole through the corridors of Erik's lair and up to the peephole set high in Carlotta's dressing room.
"Oh good, its about to start." Adriana whispered,
"How can you tell?" Erik replied silently,
"Ualdo's cutting up the apple," Adriana motioned to the fat, red-faced woman with a flick of her fingers.
"What's the apple got to do with it?" Erik asked, Adriana shot him an amused look, "You've never taken part in a piercing before, have you?" Erik shook his head,
"Certainly not"
Adriana grinned, "It goes like this" she said, "You press a piece of ice to your ear until it goes numb, then you dip a sharp needle in rubbing alcohol and hold it over a flame. Then you shove the red-hot pin through your ear and into the piece of apple waiting on the other side." She paused thoughtfully, "There's usually a lot of screaming and yelling involved too," she added.
Erik was staring from her to Ualdo in horror, "And you do this why?"
"Hey, beauty is pain," she shrugged, Erik shuddered,
"And you have had this done?" Adriana nodded,
"Well my procedure was a little different, but approximately, yes, when I was nine." She brushed her hair back to reveal the little dragons she kept in her ears on wire hooks, she slid the hook out, then in again, "See? Easy."
Erik gently lifted the earring and touched her earlobe gently, "Astonishing," he murmured. Adriana had to remind herself to keep breathing.
"Oh look!" she whispered, before she fainted (and I am not one to faint) "Here she comes!"