The Phantessa of the Ballet

by The Poisoned Doughnut Of DOOM

The story that explains the strange happenings at the Royal Italian Ballet. Terrorized by a caped, masked, women. A hilarious parody of the musical. Please note that the parody is SUPPOSED to sound really stupid.

4. Tutor of Dance

Capitola Three

Matthew found Christopher in the chapel.

"Why on earth have you been crying?

You know you were perfect

I only beg you,

What's your secret

Who has taught you dancing?"

"Mother once spoke of a tutor

I used to pray she'd appear

Now when I dance I can feel her

And I know she's there

Here in this chapel

She calls me loudly

Somehow inside, hidden

Somehow I know that she is with me

She, the unseen dancer"

"I watched you dance from the shadows

Ignoring all the applause

I see you dance in the spotlight

But the dance is not yours"

"Matthew," Christopher said. "Who else could be teaching me? Who? I know it's my mother."

Christopher went to his dressing room. Rowina was waiting for him.

"Rowina!"

She grinned at him. "Small Simon. I never thought I'd see you here. But I'm glad you are. Come, Christopher. We can catch up during dinner."

"No," Christopher said. "My tutor is very strict."

"I'll get you back before late," Rowina laughed. "I'll pick you up in ten minutes."

"Rowina, wait!" Christoper yelled.

He sighed as Rowina left the room. Suddenly, all the candles blew out though there was no breeze.

A booming voice filled the room.