A/N- Yay! This attempt at a phic is infinitely more successful than my last one. I thank you. I also noticed that something was deleting the cool e's I put at the end of Firmin's partner's name, so I just decided to spell it without the accent, like this: Andre. Too bad, huh?
nebulia- I'm so abusive, aren't I? Yes, Erik gets into character pretty well in this chapter, and Carlotta... well, you'll see. But poor Raoul.
Elyse3- I love your stories. Yeah, I figured since I wouldn't let Christine be Cosette to Raoul's Marius, the next best thing to do is let him be Parnasse to Christine's Ponine. And as for Erik being all of Les Amis, Gavroche, and Valjean -evil laughter- just wait till the barricade scene.
AngelMusic- Right now. -cheesy grin- I tend give it a few days just in case someone was on vacation when I first posted. I'm glad to see that a phan besides the ones I already know is reading my story!
[Erik is standing in the middle of the stage with the bishop's silver candlesticks in his hand and the bishop's silverware in his bag. He's looking distraught.]
Erik:
What have I done?
Sweet Jesus, what have I done?
Become a thief in the night
Become a dog on the run!
Have I fallen so far
And is the hour so late
That nothing remains but the cry of my hate?
The cries in the dark that nobody hears
Here where I stand at the turning of the years.
Wow... it's like we're the same person.
Authoress: I hoped you'd feel that way.
Erik: [shrugs]
If there's another way to go
I missed it twenty long years ago
My life was a war that could never be won
They gave me a number and murdered Valjean
When they chained me and left me for dead
JUST for stealing a mouthful of bread!
Authoress: He's good.
[The mood changes. Erik's bitterness softens and he becomes pensive.]
Erik:
Yet why did I allow that man
To touch my soul and teach me love?
He treated me like any other!
He gave me his trust
He called me 'brother.'
My life he claims for God above.
Can such things be?
For I had come to hate the world
This world that always hated me!
Take an eye for an eye!
Turn your heart into stone!
This is all I have lived for!
This is all I have known!
Authoress: Dang. He's really good.
Erik:
One word from him and I'd be back
Beneath the lash, upon the rack.
Instead he offers me my freedom!
I feel my shame inside me like a knife
He told me that I have a soul
How does he know?
What spirit comes to move my life?
Is there... another way to go?
Erik Fangirls: [swoon]
Firmin: [whispering to Andre backstage] We really should have hired him. Forget Carlotta, we've got Erik the angst-ridden opera ghost!
Authoress: Shh!
Erik: [stretching his arm out in front of him]
I am reaching, but I fall... [drops his arm]
And the night is closing in
As I stare into the void
To the whirlpool of my sin [staggers slightly]
I'll escape now from the world
From the world of Jean Valjean [produces his yellow-ticket-of-leave]
Jean Valjean is nothing now
Another story must begin!
[He rips the yellow-ticket-of-leave into a thousand pieces and throws them onto the stage. The lights go out.]
Authoress/Fangirls/Firmin/Andre: WHOOO! GO ERIK!
All of above but Authoress: [whistle loudly]
Authoress: I can't whistle, but I can yell. YAY ERIK!
Firmin: Carlotta, you're fired.
Carlotta: Zis is an unspeakable outrage! You cannot-a fire me for zat... zat... 'eed-eeus monster!
Andre: Can you do what that hideous monster just did?
Carlotta: Of course I can! I am Carlotta; ze Spanish-Italian soprano oo is adored by all ze fans!
Carlotta's Fans: GO ERIK! [wave little flags and scream]
Carlotta: Zis, I see as a problem.
nebulia- I'm so abusive, aren't I? Yes, Erik gets into character pretty well in this chapter, and Carlotta... well, you'll see. But poor Raoul.
Elyse3- I love your stories. Yeah, I figured since I wouldn't let Christine be Cosette to Raoul's Marius, the next best thing to do is let him be Parnasse to Christine's Ponine. And as for Erik being all of Les Amis, Gavroche, and Valjean -evil laughter- just wait till the barricade scene.
AngelMusic- Right now. -cheesy grin- I tend give it a few days just in case someone was on vacation when I first posted. I'm glad to see that a phan besides the ones I already know is reading my story!
[Erik is standing in the middle of the stage with the bishop's silver candlesticks in his hand and the bishop's silverware in his bag. He's looking distraught.]
Erik:
What have I done?
Sweet Jesus, what have I done?
Become a thief in the night
Become a dog on the run!
Have I fallen so far
And is the hour so late
That nothing remains but the cry of my hate?
The cries in the dark that nobody hears
Here where I stand at the turning of the years.
Wow... it's like we're the same person.
Authoress: I hoped you'd feel that way.
Erik: [shrugs]
If there's another way to go
I missed it twenty long years ago
My life was a war that could never be won
They gave me a number and murdered Valjean
When they chained me and left me for dead
JUST for stealing a mouthful of bread!
Authoress: He's good.
[The mood changes. Erik's bitterness softens and he becomes pensive.]
Erik:
Yet why did I allow that man
To touch my soul and teach me love?
He treated me like any other!
He gave me his trust
He called me 'brother.'
My life he claims for God above.
Can such things be?
For I had come to hate the world
This world that always hated me!
Take an eye for an eye!
Turn your heart into stone!
This is all I have lived for!
This is all I have known!
Authoress: Dang. He's really good.
Erik:
One word from him and I'd be back
Beneath the lash, upon the rack.
Instead he offers me my freedom!
I feel my shame inside me like a knife
He told me that I have a soul
How does he know?
What spirit comes to move my life?
Is there... another way to go?
Erik Fangirls: [swoon]
Firmin: [whispering to Andre backstage] We really should have hired him. Forget Carlotta, we've got Erik the angst-ridden opera ghost!
Authoress: Shh!
Erik: [stretching his arm out in front of him]
I am reaching, but I fall... [drops his arm]
And the night is closing in
As I stare into the void
To the whirlpool of my sin [staggers slightly]
I'll escape now from the world
From the world of Jean Valjean [produces his yellow-ticket-of-leave]
Jean Valjean is nothing now
Another story must begin!
[He rips the yellow-ticket-of-leave into a thousand pieces and throws them onto the stage. The lights go out.]
Authoress/Fangirls/Firmin/Andre: WHOOO! GO ERIK!
All of above but Authoress: [whistle loudly]
Authoress: I can't whistle, but I can yell. YAY ERIK!
Firmin: Carlotta, you're fired.
Carlotta: Zis is an unspeakable outrage! You cannot-a fire me for zat... zat... 'eed-eeus monster!
Andre: Can you do what that hideous monster just did?
Carlotta: Of course I can! I am Carlotta; ze Spanish-Italian soprano oo is adored by all ze fans!
Carlotta's Fans: GO ERIK! [wave little flags and scream]
Carlotta: Zis, I see as a problem.