I have an update, yay!

Sadly this is the second to last letter. After Joseph I will squeeze everyone that I haven't done previously into one huge letter. Unless you really want me to post everyone one paragraph at a time . . . But no, that would get ridiculous.

Also, humor me on this one, what if I did a sequel where ALW actually replies to all of these letters? Would you be interested in reading that?

Anyway, here is the story . . .

Chapter Nine
Joseph

I know that I am a relatively minor character. yet, when I saw my colleges writing to express their displeasure, I thought that I would write one to. That is, if you don't mind reading it of course./A/N: Poor Joseph, he's suffering from badly written, over abused, minor character disorder. It's so common now that I fear that it is becoming an epidemic. Ah, but now I'll stop rambling, and get on with the story./

As you may of imagined, that is, if you have ever taken time to consider it, I do have a few things that I would like to complain about. First, as you may have guessed, the way my character was portrayed. May I quot from Gaston leroux's novel, "This chief scene-shifter (That would be Joseph BTW! I say this mainly for ALW information. You, my wonderful readers are much more smarter than he. Like you would know better than to set POTO in 1870 when Paris was under siege, and the events of our wonderful little movie never could have happened. . .argh! . . .I really shouldn't get started on that, I'll get weay to off subject. Kind of like I am now. Author hits herself, stop rambling! Ok, back to the story) Again, for everyone who forgot what sentence I started in the first place. "This chief scene-shifter was a serious, sober, steady man,very slow at imagining things."(Phantom of the Opera, Barnes&Nobel edition, page 33) Umm, Ok, lets break this down now, shall we? 'Chief Scene-Shifter,' Yes, yes, you got that part just fine. 'Serious.' Serious, not roping chorus girls with 'magical lassos.' Ugh. You are trying to make people disgusted with me. The Phantom could of strangled me just for that.'Sober.' sober, not tilting back a bottle every time I think that the camera is turned.'Steady man.' Steady man, not the grumpy, disheveled, foul smelling, horrible Rumpelstiltskin that you made me into. BTW, I do own a bar of soap. Contrary to popular Phan opinion .Last, 'slow at imagining things.' Slow at imagining things, besides all of the ghost tales, I really am quite sane. Very lucid. People don't think that I am nuts. They don't! It's not my fault that I am written as a terrible gossip.

There is one thing that I am thankful for. /A/N: What! Wait! That doesn't fit. These are letters of complaint! Author desperately rumages threw her notes. I must have missed something! All the papers fall and she groans. I'll get this all straightened out. Don't panic. Just keep reading. Slowly though. Carefully, this is a very fragile situation./ You waited to kill half way threw the movie instead of in the first chapter. I really appreciate it. One problem though./A/N: Author breathes a sigh of relief. Now we are talking/ MY DEATH WAS COMPLETELY POINTLESS! Why! It didn't do anything to further the plot of the story. I didn't do anything but spread rumors. Even the Phantom needs more motive then that to Punjab me! He didn't even kill me in Leroux's version.I tried to break in to the lair, and got caught in the torture chamber. All my fault. I accept the consequences. He may be guilty by extension, but still. You get my point. Me being garroted only led to the Fop Song. Everyone loved that. All around, a pointless inglorious death.

Now since you have taken time to read my letter, maybe you can actually follow threw, and make some changes. You never know. Maybe I can be the hero?(Author glares)OK maybe not the hero. But you get my point.

Sincerely Joseph

There you go! Now review. Pretty, pretty please!