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Authoress: Come on, you guys, REVIEW! Tell you what: I'll tone down some of the language and make this a nice, long chapter, alright? If you don't review…:grins and strings up arrow on bow:
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"That…was awesome," Amanda said as she flounced into Erik's house, where he was scribbling down a few notes of music on parchment. "Mhm," was his absentminded reply as he examined what he'd just written. Amanda rolled her eyes and asked, "When's the opera starting?" This time, Erik looked up. "Um…around eight," he mumbled, twirling his quill in his hand. Then, he turned back to his organ, leaving Amanda to entertain herself.
She ventured back into the guest room, where the blue timer lay. She realized that there were headphones dangling from the side. A note on the screen flashed: Put on the headphones.
Hesitantly, Amanda put the headphones in her ears. She recognized TK's voice and grinned.
"Everything should be going smoothly, I hope. Anyway, there's another thing that I can do for you. There's a small flip-out keyboard on this timer. What you can do is punch in anything you'd like, and it will appear on the table across from you." At this, Amanda looked up and noticed a small table in the corner, next to the Lois-Philippe chest of drawers. It was wooden, with a simple design carved about the edges and on the legs. Atop of it sat the familiar monkey music box.
It wasn't until then did she notice that the headphones had disappeared into thin air and the screen had gone blank. Following TK's instructions, she tugged on a small plastic flap under the screen. Underneath it lay a tiny keyboard which it's keys were miraculously big enough so that Amanda could punch in certain letters without accidentally punching in more than one.
She cast a glance toward Erik, who was absorbed in his music. She smirked, and punched in "Orange and Blue funky stereo and CD player". She looked up, and a large but light sound system (with funky colors!) was perched atop the table, with the music box pushed aside. Amanda then typed in "Unedited Green Day 'American Idiot' CD". It appeared atop the left speaker.
Glancing at Erik to make sure he wasn't looking, Amanda slipped the CD into the CD player, toned up the bass and volume, and let Track 1 (Hey-American Idiot!) play.
The song blasted, sending Erik toppling out of his seat. He immediately put a hand behind his head to keep it from whacking the hard stone floor. Sheets of music went flying off the organ, and the pipes vibrated from the heavy bass. (A/N: casts a wary glance toward computer speakers, which are now playing the song) He scrambled up from the floor and stumbled forward, carefully stepping over overturned candelabras and sheets of unfinished music. He winced when the F-word played, and behind the curtain, Amanda flinched, too.
He flung open the curtain to reveal the vibrating speakers, working CD player, spinning CD, empty, carelessly tossed CD case, and Archer madly air-guitaring to Green Day.
"WHAT IN HEAVEN'S NAME ARE YOU DOING, GIRL!" he shouted over the loud noise. Amanda turned to him, slammed the pause button on the CD player, and saluted to Erik, grinning broadly. "Ahoy," she said in a mockly gruff pirate voice. "What ye be doin' here, landlubber?" Erik raised an eyebrow. "Hopefully you haven't been drinking," he said, an edge of worry in his voice. (A/N: Yes, yes, you're all thinking "WTS?" at this saying, but Erik might have been thinking this while I talked like a pirate and played air guitar!) Amanda gaped at him. "Heck no!" she shouted, glaring at him. Erik smirked. "Let's check. What's the difference between a cottonmouth and a water moccasin?"
Amanda shook her head. "There is none."
"Obviously you haven't been drinking. Now, I want you to get ready. Surprisingly, it's almost time to go. Check in the wardrobe. There's some dresses in there." He walked out the room and threw over his shoulder, "If you're going to play music, keep it down."
Amanda scrunched up her eyes at the sound of Christine's singing. They were up in Box Five. Erik was listening and watching intently, playing with the edges of his cloak. Again, he was dressed in his normal attire, but little Archer had decided to wear something different.
Erik had chosen many dresses for her, all of which had fit her. (Erik had later admitted that he had looked at some of her spare shirts and pants to figure out her size.) She had chosen a black dress, which had long sleeves that had sections of it go past her wrist and stop a little way past her waist. The bodice of the dress glimmered with tiny rubies. It was cut low, but it was still decent enough so as not to make either of the opera ghosts uncomfortable. At the waist, it didn't poof out like most dresses did, but instead stayed the same width as the top. It was made of silk, and it trailed out slightly behind her. She had put on lots of eyeliner, mascara, and white face powder so that she would look more ghostly (in case anyone spotted her), and she had put up her hair in a messy bun, with a fluffy black scrunchie to match the dress. Despite this fancy attire, she put on curvy, funky black sneakers so that she could move with ease.
Amanda cast a glance toward Raoul, who was sitting in the box to her right. He noticed her and waved, smiling in a friendly manner. Amanda waved mockingly and quickly swept up the sign she had made. She showed it to Raoul.
Shut up, foo!
Raoul furrowed his brows, then shrugged, shook his head, and continued drooling over Christine. Amanda tapped Erik's shoulder and quickly whispered what had happened. "Stupid fop," he muttered, exchanging smirks with Amanda.
Christine got to the part where she sung "of" with rising and falling tempos. Suddenly, at that part, Amanda gave a loud belch that startled the audience out of whatever trance they were in. Erik blanched and pulled Amanda down so that no one would see them. He glared at Amanda for a minute before they heard "me" being screeched- I mean, sung, then they got up. Amanda grudgingly applauded before slinking out of the box in search of Christine's dressing room.
Authoress: I hope you liked the sign part:D Now review! REVIEW FOR YOUR LIVES:shoots arrow at ceiling: