Disclaimer: Don't own POTO or Britney Spears.
New Apprentice:
Carlotta was having a hissy fit, as far as Amanda could tell from the balcony.
She was clothed in the special outfit that Erik had given her, and the Timekeeper (or T.K., as Erik called her) had also added Amanda's elephant-hair bracelet from home. The bow was put in a special black holster across her back, and the arrows were put in another holster that acted as a black belt across her waist. Her hair was down and smooth. Erik was clothed in the clothes that he wore when he normally ventured about the Opera House.
They now stood together, a note in Erik's hand, and another that Amanda had written herself stuck on an arrow. Erik and T.K. had somehow known that she was skilled at Archery, or they'd have given her something different.
Erik nudged her and whispered, "Follow me, and stay hidden." He then walked briskly to the ropes where the scenes were held. "Can I do it?" Amanda asked. At his nod, Amanda quickly unroped the scene, and she watched with satisfaction as it tumbled to the ground, crushing the obnoxious diva.
"Oh God, you have no idea how much I've wanted to do that," Amanda said, pumping her fist in triumph. Erik nodded and asked, "I need to leave. Are you alright on your own? Do you remember the way back?" Amanda said, "Yessers." She gave him a quick hug and waved before backing up a little bit to avoid the cast members' confused looks upward. She loaded her bow and aimed carefully.
Everything went as planned. Mme. Giry got the note, and showed it to the managers. "He welcomes you to his Opera House, and demands that his salary be paid: 20,000 francs." Firmin's eyes widened, but the ballet mistress ignored him and continued, "And it seems that he has…"
Amanda took advantage of the moment. She let the arrow with the note attached to fly, narrowly missing the managers' heads and clattering to a stop at Christine's feet. While she picked up the arrow, showed it to Meg, then gave it to Mme. Giry, Amanda quickly dodged back the way she had came. "…a new apprentice," Mme. Giry mused, removing the arrow from the parchment and opening the envelope. The note read:
To all of the Opera House,
I assume the Opera Ghost has told you what's going on. I am his apprentice, Archer the Huntress. I would like to get a few things straight.
First of all, you'd better get Carlotta's ass out of the show. She sings worse than Britney Spears (A/N: No offense to any Britney Spears lovers!) with a sore throat. Bump Christine in, she has great potential!
Moving on: Raoul is just going to cheat you guys out. I have a nagging feeling that he is going to take advantage of the fact that he's a patron. Patrons are not managers! He can be described in two words: Rich bitch.
Last of all, don't underestimate the Opera Ghost and I. It would be greatly unpleasant to wake up with one of my arrows stuck in your eye.
With great sincerity,
Archer
Andre shrugged. "Well, I doubt if a meager chorus girl could sing well, but let's give it a try." Meg pushed her out and whispered quickly, "Go on, Christine."
But there was another message written on the arrow in blood red ink, which was addressed to Meg:
Don't worry, little Giry. There may be hope for you yet.
Authoress: Sorry if this is short, but my patience was very low today. Thanks for the review, Computerfreak101!