Chapter 5
While Erik was sending off the muffins, Raoul had the hard job of trying to shut up Christine.
"Christine, my dear, can you control yourself? My god woman!" Raoul pleaded. Christine managed to calm herself only for a moment before she would remember their duet and then she would crack up again.
"I'm sorry Raoul, but that was so, so funny. And by the way, how many times have I told you not to call me woman?" she said, finally calming down.
"Well I thought we did a good job! We've been practicing. You should hear Erik sing Dream On," Raoul said, changing the subject.
"Erik? Sing Dream On? No he couldn't get the scream like Stephen tyler. You can't be serious!" Christine said.
"I most certainly am!"
"I'd like to see this. I'd pay big bucks for that," she said. Raoul turned and headed for the kitchen. He poked his head inside. Erik was wrapping the muffins in saran wrap while humming I'm a lumberjack and I'm okay.
"Your quite good at that wrapping stuff." Raoul commented.
"Yes. My mother thought it was an art and made quite bloody sure I knew how to use saran wrap!" Erik said.
"Well I hate to interrupt this art but I need to prove, well actually you need to prove to Christine that you can sing Dream On."
"Doesn't she believe that I sing it?"
"Not at all."
"Well if I keep having to prove things to her then Im going to have to... I don't know but it would be bad!" Erik said as he stormed out of the kitchen.
Christine was sitting on the couch when Erik walked into the room.
"Have you come to sing for me Erik?" She asked.
"I bloody well have! Hit it Raoul!" he shouted. Raoul put the CD into the karaoke machine. The music started and Erik began to sing. It was over too soon.
Raoul had tears running down his face. "That was an inspiration. Thank you."
"That was beautiful Erik." Christine said in a trance-like voice.
"Uh oh. I've done it again. I sometimes just can't stop my voice from just, you know, doing that to her," Erik said, revolted.
"You did a good job though," Raoul said.
"You really think so? Because I haven't exactly gotten the screaming part down as well as Stephen Tyler."
"No, no. Really you did awesome! Man I wish I could do that!"
"Dream on."
"Hey! What was that supposed to mean?" Raoul asked accusingly.
"Exactly what it sounded like."
"Oh yeah? Well I don't like your tone!" Raoul retorted.
"You don't like my tone?" Erik asked, getting in Raoul's face.
"No I don't!" Raoul said huffily. He glanced at entranced Christine. "What do we do with Entranced Beauty?' he asked. Christine was sitting there staring, her eyes glazed over, her mouth open.
"I guess we should put her in her room." Erik grunted as he picked her up. "Help! I'm going to drop her. You idiot, get over here!" Erik shouted. Raoul hurried over and took her feet while Erik held on to her arms. Then they began the long journey of taking her to her room, dropping her several times in the process. You'd be surprised at how heavy such a little thing could be.
"She's so heavy!" complained Raoul.
"You're just a wuss!"
"I most certainly am not a wuss!" Raoul said, as he dropped Christine yet again.
"Monsieur, if you keep on dropping her like that she is bound to get hurt! And if you hurt her, despite the fact she's annoying me today, I will kill you!" Erik snapped.
"Fine but I'm just saying I'm not a wuss." Raoul mumbled, as he bent to pick up Christine.
They finally got her onto the bed but had a hard time getting her eyes closed. Because she'd gone into the trace with her eyes open, they remained open until Erik finally taped them shut. They both looked down on the seemingly light body with her eyes taped shut.
"She's really quite beautiful when youre not irritated with her." Raoul commented.
"Duh!"
