Hope you guys enjoy this one. Its really just them bickering again. Except this one is gonna be a bit more humorous than the last few. Yeah!

DISCLAIMER: I dont own Phantom of the Opera. And sadly I also dont own the song Haligh Haligh A Lie Haligh. But the song in the next chappie will be and is mine.

I immediately got up and started to scribble out the new lyrics and notes to my song. Still a little shaky from what happened.

I hadn't sung in so long and had a feeling that I hadn't sung my best.

"Thanks… I've been working around this lyrical idea for years but could never finish it."

He nodded his head in agreement. He was being very quiet and I could tell he had that look on his face like he was in deep thought. Deep Deep thought.

"Okay so I'm not the best singer in the world. I haven't sung in a while is all. Sorry about that. Um… really to tell the truth I haven't sung since. Ah oh well." I just stopped there not wanting to go on.

He got up just then and hunched over so he could look me straight in the eyes. Dare used to do that and it always pissed me off. Made me feel really really small. So he was a whole foot taller. (6'3'') No need to rub it in.

"Chris that was far from horrible. You sang… beautifully."

I could tell by the look in his face that he was dead serious. Feeling a little embarrassed and not wanting him to see I quickly turned away and faked a cough.

'Oh god this cant be happening I cant be falling for him. It's to soon. To soon after Dare.' I said to myself

'How long are you gonna keep saying that to yourself Chris.' My other self replied

'UNTIL IT SINKS IN THAT I CANT EVER LOVE ANOTHER!' I yelled at my self.

To make a quick change of subject I quickly noticed that across from the room on my bed was the cane Erik had made for me so I wouldn't trip all over the house.

I felt a twinge of guilt thinking of how much work he had gone through to get the bamboo and make it only for me. Only for me to get my eyesight back the day after he gives it to me. Then an idea came to mind.

"Hey Erik can I borrow a pair of trousers from you and one of your coats with the tails?" I asked

The look on his face could have made a human hatch eggs it was so funny.

"Um what for might I ask?"

"Oh you'll see. I'm gonna need a pair of scissors and your help later on to." I hollered after him as he disappeared into his room to fetch the items. When he handed them to me I thanked him and disappeared into my room and drew the curtains.

When I was done with the tailoring. Which took me an hour. I asked Erik to come in and help me with my corset. Making sure I wore a pair of pants and held it around myself so he couldn't see anything that he shouldn't.

After much gasping and soar ribs he was done and I thanked him.

"Now I want you to go in there and sit down." I said. As he walked away I hollered after him. "And keep your eyes SHUT!"

I then got out my laptop and started to play the music from Chicago.

When I checked myself in the mirror that Erik had moved into the room next to my bed I laughed. The corset was over top of a flurry white blouse, and I had the coat on top of that. I then whore a pair of his black trousers that I had cut to make fit, and pulled my Nana black boots over top of it. On top I was wearing a bowler cap that I had coincidentally had in my bag.

I then stepped out of my room and had the cane in hand. Which I had wrapped in black silk and the bottom quarter white.

"Use number one" I said with his back still turned to me. "WEAPON OF MASS DESTUCTION" I yelled after I ran at him and slapped with the cane across his back. Not lightly I might add.

He hadn't expected me to hit him so he stood up in surprise and cursed. He then turned around to see me standing a good 10 feet away. I saw his eyes go from narrowed in anger to wide in surprise.

"What the bloody hell do you think you are doing and what are you wearing." He asked in a loud but relaxed voice.

I just laughed at him and continued.

"Use number two." I said and then went into my best impersonation of Catherine Zeta- Jones from Chicago. "A Chicago skit." I said while laughing. I was standing there tap dancing, or trying, and then twirling the cane about.

He just raised his eyebrow and sat down. Obviously intrigued.

"Use number three." I said and then switched the music to one of my favorite songs by Breaking Benjamin: Sooner or Later. I then continued to air guitar away with thecane while whailing away to the song. "A handy makeshift guitar. Dundeedundeedledee!"

I looked at him with my eyebrow raised. My plan was to see if I could get him to laugh. Obviously not working. But I was getting there. His eyebrows were raised and his moth was at a crook.

Good almost there.

I just put my hands on my hips and looked at him then. What to do now? I got it!

"Use number three." I said. This time I turned around and took off the hat replacing it with the Don Juan mask. "The Dread Pirate Robert's." I yelled branding the cane like a sword.

I don't know what happened but just then a smile broke out on his face. An actual smile.

"Oh my god he can smile. It's a miracle. It's a mir-ic-cle!"

"I'm only laughing at how you look in that Don Juan mask." He said shortly after. I then looked in the mirror to see that the mask was rather large and sliding down my nose. I even laughed at my appearance.

"Okay well there you go. The many uses for a bamboo cane. Though I rather favor WEAPON OF MASS DESTRUCTION!" I yelled after I launched myself at him. This time he grabbed a fireprodder from his fireplace (A/N: yes I gave him a fire place) and started to dual me. In a rather comedic way though, while he was just defending himself I as pretending to still be The Dread Pirate Robert's. Jumping around the place like a sugar high Panzee. Finally I got exhausted and held my hand up.

"Ok I'm done that's enough for the day." Sliding down the wall of the corner we had fought each other into.

I just leaned against the wall breathing heavily and laughing.

"Now wasn't that fun? Ha ha ah." I asked.

"I do have to say I don't think I've actually had that much fun in quite some time."

We both just lied there silently listening to my Lappy, which was still playing music in the back round. At this moment though it was playing R.E.M.'s 'The Great Beyond'.

I was just sitting down but decided to get up. I just started to sort of shuffle back and forth to the music. It was one of my favorite bands.

"What are you doing?"

"I really like this song and its how we dance in the future. Or more or less not dance in the future. You see you just shuffle back and forth. Hmmm hmm mhh...okay shutting up!" I answered.

He just loked at me and laughed then considered the music.

"This music is horrid stuff. I don't know how one of your talents could stand to listen to it."

Just then my temper flared as the fuse finally was lit. chshhhhh… and its burning down.

"I don't know about you but I happen to like it compared to that junk upstairs they call music. More like a bunch of incoherent monkeys trying to sing like birds and all that comes out is squaaaaaaaah hooo haaaa ahhhha ahhha!" I said to him. Not nicely though.

"That is called opera. And it all depends on who is singing it. In your case that would be Carlotta."

At that I snorted. "I don't care how true that is. You don't diss my music in front of me and get away with it. Cause at least the stuff I listen to has a point and emotional idea getting across. Yeah," I said starting to impersonate an opera Prima Donna. "Look I am holding a head in my hands come over here you fat fuck and give me a kiss. Wait while I cheat on you with a pageboy who looks like a girl. Hahaha CROAK!" I said than trying to reach a high note and only coming out with a gasp that sounds like a frog.

"Please refrain from cursing in my presence."

Chshhhhhh. BOOM! The fuse ran out.

"I say what ever I f(naughty) please!"

Just then I walked over to my lappy in a huff and blasted the volume. Just then a song by Bright Eyes came on called 'Haligh Haligh A Lie Haligh'. When I looked out through the curtain I noticed Erik had disappeared into his room so I got out my guitar, sat down at the stool, and started to play and sing along.

The phone slips from a loose grip.
Words were missed, then some apology.
I didn't want to tell you this—
No, it's just some guy she's been hanging out with—
I don't know, the past couple of weeks, I guess.
Thank you, and hang up the phone.
Let the funeral start, hear the casket close.
Let's pin split-black ribbon to your overcoat.
The laughter pours from under doors in this house.
I don't understand that sound no more.
It seems artificial, like a T.V. set.

At hearing this, Erik came out andleaned against thewall to hear me. A somewhat amused look on his face.

Haligh, Haligh, Haligh, Haligh
This weight, it must be satisfied.
You offer only one reply.
You know not what you do.
As you tear and tear your hair from roots.
From that same head you've twice removed
A lock of hair you said would prove
Our love would never die.
Well, ha ha ha.

By now I was getting up and walkimg around the room. Just closing my eyes and letting the lyrics of the song and thechords from the guitarbreath through me but also with me.

But I remember everything
The words we spoke on freezing South Street
And all those mornings watching you
Get ready for school.
You combed your hair inside that mirror,
The one you painted blue
And glued with jewelry tears.
Something about those bright colors
Would always make you feel better.
But now we speak with ruined tongues
And the words we say aren't meant for anyone.
It's just a mumbled sentence to
A passing acquaintance,
But there was once you.
You said you hate my suffering, and you understood,
And you'd take care of me.
You would always be there.
Well, where are you now?

I was pouring everything into the lyrics because it was one of my favorite songs. And I felt that I could relate to them in some way.

Haligh, Haligh, Haligh, Haligh,
The plans were never finalized,
But left to hang like yarn and twine,
Dangling before my eyes.
As you tear and tear your hair from roots
From that same head that you have twice removed
A lock of hair you said would prove
Our love would never die.
And I sing and sing of awful things
(The pleasure that my sadness brings).
As my fingers press onto the strings,
YET another clumsy chord.

Erik had gotten up and moved over to the Organ now. Watching me intently. He obvioulsy liked the song by the look of it.

Haligh, Haligh, an awful lie.
This weight will now be satisfied.
I'm gonna give you only one reply,
I know not who I am.
But I talk in the mirror
To the stranger that appears.
Our conversations are circles
Always one sided, nothing is clear.
Except we keep coming back
To this meaning that I lack.
He says the choices were given
And now, you must live them
Or just not live,
But do you want that?

When I was finished Erik was looking at me smiling.

"Now that wasn't that bad of a song. Though once again the singers voice… meaning the male… has something yet to be desired."

"You need to lay off his singing. I happen to like it. Just because its not high and has a lot of vibrato doesn't exactly mean its that bad. It has real genuine feeling and emotion to it... which I like." I said.

I knew he really liked it and was only beeing a stubborn ass. Which I was the ony one entiltled to act like that.

I walked over and turned off my lappy slightly exasperated.

When I came back I set down next to Erik on the piano bench. Guitar still hanging from its shoulder strap.

Erik smiled and just started to play the piano. First starting with the scales. Then he started to play some actual songs. After a while he stopped and looked at me.

"Sing"

"Excuse me?" I asked crossing my arms and tilting my head,a little put off by the sudden command.

"Sing" he said again. Attention still drawn to the piano.

"Um… how long have I been down here. It's not that diffucult to simply say 'Gee Chris would you please warm up for me… or geez Chris would you do me the honor of singing for me?'" I said in a mockingmasculinehypnotic voice.

He simply laughed and looked me in the eyes.

"Sing for me please." He said.

"That's a little better though were gonna have to work on those social skills. Not that you'll be needing them." I said.

After all was said and done we started the lesson. Though I was a little reluctant to really give it my all. No matter how much he was like Dare, he still wasn't Dare. And I didn't think I could really sing for him like I could for Dare.

Sorry if the song feels a little like filler that isnt what I wanted. Well here it is. Please review and enjoy.

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