Hi y'all. Here is the third chapter of "Forgotten Phantoms." I don't think this one will be very long. There isn't much to this chapter, but it sets up the next couple of chapters. So... enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Labyrinth or the Phantom of the Opera or any characters of lines from it. Don't sue.
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Forgotten Phantoms
Chapter 2
The pianist pounded the piano; her fingers flying over the keyboard, letting the quick, haunting melody fill the studio. Jareth and Sarah stood in the center of a circle of chairs, meant to represent the boat on the underground lake. Two weeks had gone by, most of the music had been learned and now the choreography and the blocking were being worked out. The actors were still stuck in the small studio theatre while the set was being built, but they made due with the chairs and tables as their sets and their scripts and the random contents of girls' purses for their props.
Jareth pulled Sarah close to him, her back leaning up against his chest. He let his fingers roam up the corset that she had pulled on over her shirt (so she can get used to singing with the corsets of her costumes). He caressed her stomach tenderly, singing:
Sing once again with me
Our strange duet...
My power over you
Grows stronger yet...
Sarah leaned her head back and closed her eyes, trying to look like he had her under some type of spell. She had to admit though, it wasn't hard. Shivers were running up her spine every time his fingers ran across her abdomen through the thick fabric of the corset. Her spine stiffened and her eyes shot open though, when she felt his fingers trace higher, caressing her right breast. She gasped, shot forward, and slapped him across the face.
"Pervert!" she screamed.
"Cut," Carl Stevens sighed. The tired director rubbed his eyes. He was beginning to get frustrated with his two leads. 'This is just not working,' he thought to himself bitterly.
Jareth rubbed his cheek. He was expecting her to react, but not like that. That might have been a little too much though. He wasn't usually a pervert like that. That girl just brought out the worst in him. When they first met, he had tried to make a move on her, but it ended up backfiring and it just snowballed from there. He knew that he didn't need to provoke her like that, but it was just so funny to see her get angry, at least until she fired back an insult and then it just morphed into an all-out battle between the two.
"Sorry," he smirked. "I just got caught up in the moment."
Sarah glared at the annoyingly smiley (yet annoyingly attractive) blond in front of her. "Bullshit. You know as well as I do that the Phantom wasn't a perv and wouldn't try to feel up Christine when she was vulnerable like that."
Jareth simply raised an eyebrow and said, "Who knows, if Christine was as... attractive as you, he might have not been able to contain himself."
Sarah felt her face heat up. She was blushing and they both knew it. He knew exactly which buttons to push to embarrass her, flatter her, and offend her all at the same time. "You slimeball! I..."
"ENOUGH!" a voice shot through, startling them both and making them both very aware that they were still in rehearsal. "I have had it with both of you!" Carl yelled. Everyone was shocked; they had never seen their director so angry. "You two need to leave right now! I want you to start learning to get along. If you don't, I will kick you both out of my show!"
Jareth and Sarah looked from Carl to each other, shocked. "OUT!" Carl screamed. Both young actors shot out of their pretend boat. They grabbed their things quickly and ran out of the studio.
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Woo hoo! I'm on a roll. Another chapter down. This one ended up being a little longer than I had planned, still not very long though, but that's okay. Look for another chapter soon. Read and review. Thanks, love you all!