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Authoress: Hey, back from a wicked fun sleepover! My new favorite movie is Charlie and the Chocolate Factory! (the new one!) KID WONKA KICKS ASS:D
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Amanda found Christine's dressing room without any trouble. It was located quite close to where the stage area was, in a small hallway. All the ballet rats giggled and chatted, but very few noticed the black figure gliding down the hall, humming to "Pon de Replay".
She knew that right now Christine was in the gothic little chapel, having her daddy issues or whatever. Of course, Erik had followed her.
Amanda quietly went into the room, and took a look around. "This place looks better than on the screen," she whispered, starting to rummage around. She then found, hidden in a drawer, a diary. However, when she opened it, all there was was Raoul's name written hundreds of times, each in a different handwriting. Amanda decided that since there was nothing else to do, she took some time as to admiring each type of handwriting that caught her eye. But RAOUL'S name! Ugh, her mind twittered, running on full power.
After about fifteen minutes, Erik quietly slipped in via trapdoor. He placed a rose on the vanity, which Amanda didn't notice.
"What's this I see? Amanda, the great and powerful Archer, who is fourteen, has decided to slip down to the ranking of a child and snoop, hmm?"
Amanda started. "Um, no?" she said quickly, blushing a deep shade of red. She scrambled for the drawer handle and carelessly stuffed the small book into the mahogany drawer. "Besides, it wasn't that great. Everything smells like too much perfume."
Erik laughed and said, "Perhaps my eyes have deceived me once more. Anyway, you have to get ready. Christine will be in here any minute." With that, he went back through the trapdoor.
Sure enough, no sooner than the wooden plank had closed, Amanda heard Christine's outside, along with about, say, 2 gazillion or so more people. She slipped around the corner and waited.
Christine entered the room, along with a very frazzled Giry. She handed her the rose, saying how well she did and how pleased "he" was with her. (A/N:rolls eyes: Nicknames, nicknames…) The grin on Christine's face was so huge that the left corner nearly touched her ear. Amanda silently sighed.
After a while, Raoul came in, dressed formally a la fop. Didn't you see the flippin' sign! Shut up, Amanda thought, scribbling a note with a spare pencil on a piece of paper she had found on the ground and sticking it up on the end of an arrow. (She had hidden the holster under her dress.) She aimed and fired above Raoul's head, just before Christine was about to start jabbering about the Angel of Music. "What's this?" Raoul asked, picking up the note. Christine shook her head, and Raoul read the note aloud.
Please do go away,
Christine shall be untouched today.,
You haven't been good,
But decidedly naughty,
So leave before this arrow is up your-
Click clack, watch your back!
Raoul furrowed his brows, and then said, "Whoever wrote this isn't, um…very nice. Supper in two minutes, Lotte." Christine started to protest, but he closed the door on her words. She sighed.
"I know. Doesn't he suck?"
She whirled around to find Amanda, still in her evening clothes. She crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows. "Hey there!" She waved her hand in a circle motion, grinning in a mocking way. Christine's already huge eyes widened. "Who are you?" she asked shakily. Amanda rolled her eyes. "Your mom," she said in a Napoleon Dynamite-ish voice. (A/N: Sorry, feeling Napoleon today. Ya dig:P)
"Really?"
"No."
"Seriously, who are you?"
Amanda walked over, and held out her hand. Christine looked up at her fearfully, but reluctantly shook the black gloved hand. "I'm Archer, but you can call me Amanda. Not the Angel of Music," she added, destroying the grin that had appeared on Christine's face, "but close to him." Christine cocked her head and asked, "Then why did you come here?" Amanda shrugged. "Because I wanted to tell you that you were great, you look good in that dress, blah, blah, blah, yadda, yadda, yadda, all that crap. See you in the morning!" With that, she went around the corner and waited for her cue, leaving a dazzled Christine. She checked the corner, and realized Mme. Giry watching her. She narrowed her eyes and mouthed, "What?", and the ballet mistress shrugged and reluctantly disappeared.
She counted to herself slowly.
"3…2…1…"
"Insolent boy! This slave of fashion…."
Authoress: Sorry, it sucked, and the language went up a bit. Review, please:hands out assorted Wonka bars:
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Me: OMG GIMME!1 :punjabs random person: YAY:D
In other news, I'm thinking I should do CatCF in 15 minutes. You like:P