Capitola Nine
Andrea and Francine leaped on the stage. "Er, uh, yeah, well, we, uh. Ummmmmmm. Hmmmmmmm." Andrea stammered.
Francine hmphed! "We are sorry for this. We shall have our replacement, Christopher Deeá," Everyone cheered. "He shall fill in in a few minutes. Until then, we, well, have nothing for you. Please just sit still and stare blankly about."
Signor Giry rushed Christopher to his room. He quickly stripped off the goat costume and put on the Lord costume. Or half of it. Rowina stormed in his room.
"Oh Christopher!" She squealed. "Oh, you get to play the lead. I'm so happy." She crushed him in a hug. Signor Giry crushed his fist to his mouth to stiffle his laughter.
"Rowina," Christopher whispered. Remembering Signor Giry, he turned towards him. "Can we have a moment alone?"
"Sure," he grumbled. "But remember you have to be onstage in no less than ten minutes."
"I really like you, Christopher," said Rowina once he was gone.
"I like you too, Rowina. How about we have dinner?"
Rowina shreiked in happiness. She smashed her lips against Christophers. She let go rather quickly, seeming embarassed. Christopher pulled her back, and they made out for a solid seven minutes.
"Umm, baby, oh shit! I gotta get ready for the show!" Soon, they both left. Christopher carelessly knocked over a bouquet that he hadn't noticed sitting on his dresser. It was a bouquet of black roses. Just like the kind Erika gave him.