Chapter 55
When Inspiration Calls
"It wasn't a matter of much linguistic finesse, as piano was more or less piano in many languages."
This chapter is absolutely dedicated to anyone who loved the Theatre Wraith Chapter. My apologies for running late, I was in Ballarat for a Psych revision lecture and couldn't post this Friday because I was watching Hello Dolly after work and I wanted to reply to you guys, anywho, enjoy.
Review Replies
Fantome de l'Opera: No worries, I know all about the time thing (gawd help me!)
FOPKiller15: I like your name! You are my 800th reviewer! Um sister sister...Sam's not 14 are you trisanas? she's the only one I'm sure at the moment that is 14, I loose track, please tell me who you are
eriksangelofvoice: Do you add just a thought to everything? The ripper will appear when he is ready (and when I have writen it)
MetalMyersJason: I cant draw to save my life, but i got a week long subscription to deviantart so i spent the whole time looking up Erik and Dracula
Phantomlover05: My theory in life is never pass up an opportunity to make yourself or someone else smile and laugh
mrs. malfoy: If its any consolation, I have never been able to draw with any discarnable talent, words are my weapon of choice
Des Ires: Thaks I feel speshul! I read Angels, its brilliant
naomipoe: Childcare? uh oh, give the smurfs a hug for me, I like writing angst poetry, its soothing
Ethalas Tuath'an: Completely typical Erik
Phantomluvr: Adi visited your phic, Adi was very impressed, Adi got caught on the computer at midnight by her dad and got in trouble which is why there was a very short review (Eep!) Chocolate! Mine!
Kiss of Darkness: Yay a fellow feminist! How can youonly kinda like a sid of Erik I love him death and all!
StakeMeSpike04: I read your latest chapter, wonderfulbeautiful, I want to se Phantom!
Cap'n Meg: Welcomes
PJBG: Blueberyy miffins! (snatches them) Yeah thought I saw him again, but I was wrong Iknow a very cool Tim, but his mum is very scary (and worse, she's my chem teacher)
TwistedeverywayforErik: You have a very cool name, did you know that? My Poetry just sorta starts with aline and i build it from there, a lot of its open or loose because I'm not great at the whole disipline thing
Phantomfreak07: No this will be my first time, but I saw the Sound of Music a few years back, that was awesome!
AngelicFlutist: Yeah, but my phiction is my release from all the stresses I am too tired to list here
Queenofinsanity: I LOVE being a cameo! It makes me feel loved! I'm sure you can still write your you in Erik's lair thing, plenty of others have done so and did so before I did so I felt guilty too, the trick is just tokeep him in character and everything flows from there (remember! No 21st century language!) I'll be in any of them!
The Mega Doomer: If I reply to your review, I've been getting them, I think Ihave...
Estelle Tiniwiel: Thanks I just love to write
La Phantom: I cant play music to save my life, I can sing, but my poems are never played musically, I never knowhow
deathlesscaress: i like your name heaps andwaiting for an update makes things exciting! thankyou for reviewing and stick with me!
Phantomsecretlove: I like Aeroplane Jelly! Aeroplane Jellyfor me! Its a great song!
daughterofdarkness87: Yeah, He thinks my poetry is twisted, but he kinda has to put up with it
Mlle. Opera Ghost: Hooray for RANDOM MADNESS!
Sirrius's Sister: Thanks! I never thought of it like flirting in a real sense (probably because I'm a terrible flirt, as in, never stop flirting not i cant flirt and I ramble cheers)
The famed and feared Phantom of the Opera was swearing in several languages at his organ as he stalked around the main room. Curious, Adriana poked her head out of the kitchen, "What the Hell's the matter with you now?" she asked, pulling her hair back from her face as she stepped into the room.
"That is what is with the matter with me!" Erik proclaimed, flinging a ferocious hand at his organ, "No matter what I try it doesn't sound right!"
"Ooh, hissy fit" Adriana joked, shaking flour out of her skirt, "Well it's your turn to do the dishes anyway."
"I beg your pardon?" Erik twisted around to stare at her, "I am in the midst of trying to compose and you come in and tell me to wash some dishes?"
"That's the general gist of it, yes" she replied, "Go on, your music will still be here when you get back."
"Are you mad?"
"Of course, arent you?"
He nearly told her that such things were woman's work, but checked himself just in time, he would swear he still bore the bruises from the last time he had suggested such a thing. With a sigh, Erik shook his head and started rolling up his sleeves, perhaps a break would do him good. He entered the kitchen and found a stack of dishes and a basin of soapy water awaiting him, as well as a fresh batch of biscuits cooling on the table, the wood fire stove shut down and cooling alongside them. (The reason I know how to use a wood stove is that the first three years living in my house we had one for both the cooking and hot water, ever tried to heat the water for a shower when its pouring rain and the woodshed is down the far end of the backyard? Not pleasant, so I therefore cant be accused of being a Sue, I have a real reason for knowing how to use one of those things). He lifted one of the warm biscuits and ate it absentmindedly as he started on the dishes. Unconsciously he played the music in his head, running over the notes as he soaped up the dirty plates. His fingers tapped out the keys on the soapsuds, suddenly Erik's head shot up. He dropped the dishcloth and bolted for his music. Adriana was standing just outside the door, holding out a sheaf of parchment, lined with music bars and a full quill, Erik grabbed these without a thought and began scribbling down notes. He wrote for two pages, then realised where the paper had come from. He turned and saw Adriana smirking at him, eyeing the bubbles still clinging to his thin elbows and the burning look in his golden eyes. She raised her eyebrows at him, "What?" she asked, "I get inspiration and writer's block too," she tossed her hair over one shoulder, "I do know some things after all."
"I'm sure," Erik growled, both irritated and impressed at the same time, "Impertinent Wraith"
"Arrogant Phantom," she shot back, turning away.
"Irritating woman," Adriana paused, then looked over her shoulder at him, a smirk twisted her face and with deceptive grace she crossed one foot over the other and spun herself around, her eyes sparked with a challenge.
"Pompous halfwit,"
"Fool,"
"Twerp,"
"Klutz,"
"Stalker"
"Dunce,"
"Death,"
"Necrophiliac,"
"I could have told you that, drug addict,"
"Sugar addict,"
"Idiot,"
"Persona of a sugar-high life-deprived mentally unstable green and silver spectre known as the Authoress,"
"Lust addiction and true love of a sugar-high life-deprived mentally unstable green and silver spectre known as the Authoress living vicariously through her phanphiction."
Erik paused, "Now that's just scary," he said
Scary or not it won't turn true to false familiar scrawl appeared and hung in mid air, Erik shuddered. "Cloak stealer,"
"We prefer the term aficionado actually, madman,"
"Insane,"
"Strange,"
"Beyond strange,"
"Ha! I'm winning! Oddball,"
"Freak,"
"Monster,"
"Blonde,"
"Sex God,"
"What?"
"I thought we were onto stating the obvious?"
"No, Twit,"
"Dork,"
"Alto,"
"You're stating the obvious again, fop,"
"Uncalled for, lunatic,"
"Geek,"
"Imbecile,"
"Power mad,"
"Empty-headed,"
"Drama queen,"
"Incompetent,"
"Obsessive compulsive,"
"Melodramatic,"
"Twisted,"
"Frivolous,"
"Dracula wannabe,"
"Childish,"
"Senile,"
"Inept,"
"Known murderer and insane recluse who hides five floors below the Paris Opera House and spends his time dropping chandeliers on performers,"
"I do believe I recall you saying something like that before,"
"I did, but it has such a nice ring, don't you think?"
"Possibly, moronic,"
"Ridiculous,"
"Stupid,"
"Fool of a Took,"
"Warped,"
"Mentally insane,"
"Criminally insane,"
"Only on Thursdays, psychotically disturbed,"
"Absurd,"
"Bizarre,"
"Incongruous,"
"Fool,"
"Aha! Repetition!" Erik pointed out triumphantly, Adriana scowled, "Dammit, I'm out practice,"
"That or in the presence of a Master," Erik returned smoothly, Adriana rolled her grey eyes, "How could I forget?"
"Was that meant to be insulting?" Erik stacked the parchment scrawled with a new melody and folded his arms Adriana winked at him.
"Yes, but the argument's over now, so this means its time for the kissing and making up."
Erik raised a delicate eyebrow at her grin, "You are hopeless," he stated
"Oh more than likely, yes," she replied, swishing her skirt away from her feet, Erik was mid eye-roll when she tackled him onto the couch, "But then I wouldn't be half as much fun,"
Erik didn't bother trying to contradict her.
(-Looks at review button- You know what to do)Today's chapter was brought to you by the letter P, the number 4, and the combined efforts of Adi and her Muse. I like this chapter. (Wanders off humming the Sunny Days)