Mail time:D
I have an update for you. Yay. It's about time. I'm so slow. One of these days you all should just strangle me. . .Don't take that seriously. It was just humor. (Laughs nervously) Put that lasso down! What . . .What are you doing! . . .No . . .Noooo.
Author recovers from being strangled, and finally gets to the chapter. Here you go!
Disclaimer: Still don't own it. Shocked?
Chapter Eight
Madame Giry
Dear Monsieur Webber
I know by now you might be weary of all of these complaints. I mean, how many problems can one movie have? Yet still, I bring you my letter hoping that soon you will get the point. Our patience has to run thin eventually. /A/N: Author is distracted by Erik approaching Raoul on the other side of the room. Mme. Giry taps Author with her cane, and points to the computer screen. Author sighs. How come I get the feeling that one of my stern teachers ids dictating to me? I can't even see Erik try to strangle Raoul again. No fun. No fun at all. Random fan thankfully takes pity on the author, and videotapes the latest showdown. Author passes it to all of her readers./
My first complaint ,monsieur, is my actions at the end of the movie. I went threw all of that trouble with the gypsies to save him in the first place, then I deliver every one of his letters, then I even let him masquerade as Christine's Angel of Music, yet I can't trust him even a little bi, and wind up dragging the Vicomte all the way down to his lair. I even tried to make things harder on him by telling him to keep his hand up so he doesn't get killed. Of course, we all know how well taken that advice was. Still, my actions where sickening. It's disgraceful. I demand that be the first thing you change.
Now then, my next complaint is your choice of wardrobe for my daughter. From Hannibal to the Masquerade. It was horrifying. The Hannibal costume I can be a little lenient on, it was part of the whole Ballerina deal, but the Masquerade outfit, that was completely unnecessary. Now I know why everyone was acting so strange when we shot that part. And how Meg mysteriously vanished right until her cue . . .Anyway, a mother's righteous indignation is not something to take lightly. Be afraid Andrew Lloyd Webber. Be very afraid./A/N: Author gulps. Foreseeing violence that may be very damaging to her story's rating. Um . . .umm . . .Ah-ha! (idea strikes her as she waves her hand.) You will fix Meg's wardrobe. (Waves hand again.) You will fix Meg's wardrobe. (Nothing happens. Author sighs.) Oh well I guess that it only works when you are a Jedi. Ah, mind tricks. Reason number 91,234,735,987,459 that I should be a Jedi./
On a happier, and less violent note, what about changing my wardrobe?I know that I am still in mourning, and I have a stern no-nonsense reputation to uphold, but come on! Why not throw in some dark grays, or depressing shades of blue?You know, change it up a bit. I'm sure that the audience would appreciate the color relief. /A/N: I personally like black. Black is my favorite color. (Mme. Giry hits author in the head with her cane for disagreeing with her. Ow! Okay! Okay! Other colors are cool! Mme. Giry turns away to yell something at Meg. Author mumbles something about black being the best, and if you don't believe her, then just look at Erik . . ./
So since I know that you are so eager to deal with me in person . . .(ALW cowers in fear, and frantically shakes his head. No! Anything but that! Erik I can deal with! But I refuse to deal with enraged mothers. I refuse! I refuse! I refuse!) So now I look forward to seeing the revised edition.
Sincerely,
Madame Antoinette Giry
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