Disclaimer: …What!
A/N: Two good things happened today! One was that we had Archery, but I sucked. Oh, well… The other was that we played Party Quirks in Drama and a friend of mine said, "Amanda should be Willy Wonka!" I shouted, "YES!" so loud that I think that the little kids in the next room heard me! OMG! Anyway, the girl who was the clueless party host figured me out immediately. She asked me what I had been doing lately, and said friend mouthed "Tasting candy", but I thought she said "Making candy"! So I said it, and the host said, "You're Willy Wonka, right?" Lol, my mistake! ;-D
Angst!...or is it:
This really sucks. Oh well…
Amanda frowned. She knew Erik would understand, but how would he take it? Laugh in triumph? Cry? Scream "OMG!" and start doing the Oompa-Loompa dance?
With the thoughts buzzing in her head, she stretched, brushed her hair with a spare hairbrush that was in the vanity drawer, dressed in the clothes she wore when she came to his house (now cleaned by her), and tiptoed past the sleeping Christine. The time was five am, according to the blue timer, so she wouldn't be waking up in a while.
Erik was playing his organ, oblivious to Amanda timidly slinking around the closed curtain. She crossed her arms, took a few silent steps forward, and quickly inhaled deeply a few times in and out of her nose. She then started singing.
Young Phantom,
The darkness restores you in life.
You're going with him,
Through the singing, the angst, and the strife.
It's the red skull on the package,
It's the faces in your dreams,
It's the thought that makes you weep,
But no one can hear your screams.
Sound will take you places,
But never to your mind!
When Christine comes crying,
It's because her heart is blind.
But he waits,
He smiles,
Be sensitive to him not,
Denial…
But hey, who's on trial?
At this last lyric, Erik turned around with a confused and amused expression on his face, but it suddenly turned to a look of horror, worry, and more confusion. Amanda kept on singing, walking toward him. With every step her words became more bitter.
It took a lifespan with no cellmate,
To find you there,
Erik, why can't I just look behind the mask?
She finished with a note of bitter sarcasm. Her eyes were cold and fiery at the same time, but her fingers were crossed behind her back.
A/N: Sorry, sorry, sorry…it's short. I know. I was feeling dark and evil today. Muhuhaha. For those of you who don't know, the song that I sang was "Evil" by Interpol, but I changed the lyrics. I also came across writer's block, so…I won't be updating again very soon. (OMG, I can hardly type this message!) :-( Sorry!