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Chapter 8

Erik got drunk.

What more can I say? He passed out on the ground, forcing me to cope with the el stupido cracker named Christine, in order to move him. I had never thought Christine to be this dumb in the movie, but in person, man is she annoying! In truth, she doesn't know anything! Well, that is an exaggeration, I suppose. She does know everything – and yes, everything – about fops and cows. She knows where they live, what they eat, what hair care products they use, and she even knows how their sex life is. Disgusting, I know. She even "experimented" with every kind to find out who was the best in bed. The results, you ask? Well, Christine found out that the cows from California were the best in bed. Why? Because the cows in California are happy cows, and happy cows make good cheese. Yes, ew.

I would not even be telling all you readers this atrocious story were it not for the fact that Christine has me tied to a chair and is forcing me to write it. She has left for the moment, and so I had the pleasure of changing the subject. But the questions still remains, how did I get into this nightmare of a situation?

Well, after we got Erik into the bedroom, he woke up in a daze, appearing to still be drunk. He walked over to me, his arms wide open and said, "Come to bed with me, my dear." And, of course, being the sex muffin that I am, agreed. Sadly, before we got to do it, Christine had unnoticeably slipped from the room and grabbed an extremely large wine bottle. I'd say it was about twenty feet tall.

Since I was so caught up with Erik, I failed to notice Christine raise the bottle up over my head, and bring it down upon me, knocking me unconscious to the ground. Some time later, I awoke, tied to a chair. Some how, though, Christine managed to tie me in such a way that I could write freely, but not get up. How she figured this out is still a mystery. And so, here I am. Justly killed with mine own treachery. (Why I am quoting Hamlet remains to be a mystery as well.)

Alas! The el stupido cracker is returning! Adieu, my fair readers, Adieu.

(Knocked unconscious once more)

Hey all, this is Christine. Yeah, you're right. It is about time that I took over the righting! I am way more smarter! Like, ya!

And, omg, have you seen that Phantom guy? He is like soooo hot. But Raoul is still, like, the best. In bed, eh, he's not that great. But otherwise, he is the cutest! Now that his hair is gone though, I don't know what I am gonna do! I loved my chia pet! I am afraid that he will no longer be the fop that I loved! Oh woe is me! Okay, not really. I am still, like, the hottest chick alive. And I am so going to become diva of this Opera House. All thanks to my amahzing talents.

Erik: and my teaching!

Shut up you living corpse! You're drunk and passed out! You cannot speak!

Hee hee, anyways, I so like being in charge of everyone. Thanks to me taking out that annoying futuristic girl.

Nicole: I'll be back!

Shut up! God, why does everyone keep on interrupting me! What I have to say is important and you all shall listen! I shall rule the world! The world I tell ya! Mwahahahaha!

Erik: I am so turned on.

Nicole: Shut it! Your chains are still mine. You belong to me!

Erik: That is my line you incompetent child!

Nicole: Excuse me, but –

SHUT UP! I am trying to give a speech here, and I cannot do it with you two dimwits interrupting me!

Raoul: Yeah!

Honey, you came! Aww… I was afraid that you were going to be weeping forever. But you're here!

Raoul: Of course I am, dearest.

So, anyways, back to my story. Oh wait, I don't have any interesting stories… But wait! There was this one time, at band camp, where I lost my virginity.

Raoul: Nooooooooooo!

Oh settle down. But this guy, he was so cute. He had large floppy ears, and his skin was so soft He didn't say much, but his whine was soooo cute! He sounded like a little puppy. Anyways, I really loved him. And his nose was wet and very black, but I looked past his imperfections and saw the soft, lovable man that he was!

Nicole: Umm… is she talking about a dog?

Erik: I think so…

Nicole: Okay, gross.

Would you people shut up! You are all passed out remember?

Nicole: We are not saying anything. We are in your mind… wooooooo…

Really? So you are not really saying anything? It is all in my mind?

Nicole: Well duh, how else do you think unconscious people talk?

I see. But what about my dearest Raoul? He is not knocked out.

Nicole: Well, you see, he was so grief stricken about his hair that he tried to kill himself. Sadly, he failed and only knocked himself out.

Understandable. I now know why you are not talking in quotations and are just like movie scripts! I am so smart to have figured that out, huh?

Nicole/Erik/Raoul: …………

So, back to my amahzing life story. When I was five (I think. I don't quite remember clearly…) my father died. It was very sad; I was completely grief stricken. I had no one to turn to, no one to rely on… That's when I turned to drugs. Surprising, I know. I was a huge crack whore. Seriously. You could never find a larger crack whore than I was. I was even more addicted to drugs than Kate Moss, and that is saying something. Anyways, my days of a crack whore at five were very depressing, and I tried to kill myself multiple times. And since the love of my life, Raoul, left me as well, I wanted to die even more.

But then, one day, I saw the light. I thought that I was about to die. But alas, I pleaded with God, and he sent me a sign that I was to live. Yes, he sent me my Angel of Music. And along with that Angel came a job and my redemption from drugs. I gave up my bad habits, and became the oh-so-loved diva at the Opera House that we all know today.

Nicole: Oh, so touching. (Yeah right)

Raoul: I know! Oh Christine, you are such a role model! I never knew that you were addicted to drugs! And you even survived! You are the hope for the rest of the world!

I know! I am so strong and pretty and nice and lovable and kind and sweet and gorgeous and an awesome humanitarian!

Nicole: Don't forget conceited…

Oh my goodness! I did almost forget! Conceitedness is my biggest quality! Nicole inside my mind, you are so generous. My conceit saved the Opera House and myself. I could never go on with out it. I thank you.

Well, I think we have had enough for today. I think I shall go to bed.

Nicole: Wait! What about me? Aren't you going to nurse me and Erika and Raoul back to health?

Nah. I think I am better off without you.

Nicole/Erik/Raoul: WHAT?

Yeah, you guys never did anything for me. Raoul, you turned me into a drug addict, and made my eyes extremely large. How could you? Erik, you want Raoul dead, and slept with futuristic girl. Nicole, you are just annoying and I hate you.

Nicole: You bitch.

Get used to it. It's show business.

Next time... Will the imaginary Nicole/Erik/Raoul find a way to survive?Or will they go mad being only a figment of Christine's imagination...Tune in next time to find it!

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