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Wow, this is gonna be a doozy. This chapter has Sweeney Todd, A Chorus Line, Grease, On A Clear Day, RENT, and, of course, CATS and Phantom reference. Lots of reference for a single chapter.

This one has another twist...An...interesting twist, to state it kindly...


"Oh my dear Lord," The white cat screamed happily. A girlish scream.

"I'm a girl cat." Raoul mumbled. "A girl kitten." Happy tears ran down her fuzzy face, dripping off her pink nose.

"I'm alive at last! And I'm full of joy!" She sang happily.


"Okay, I was wrong. You have the sexiest feet ever."

"Mon dieu, monsieur chat!"

"I do not lie."

Plato sat staring at the old black cat's paws. The cat was once black, of course, but had turned grey with age. Mame Giry's fur stuck out in all directions, like a walking carrot patch. It was impossible to declare her either long-haired or short-haired overall; she most certainly had bits of both in various places.


"There's a hole in the world like a great black pit, and it's filled with people who are filled with—"

Erik's—ahem—cheerful singing was interrupted by Jellylorum's paw, which had been placed rather hurriedly over his deformed little mouth.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Mustn't curse in front of the kittens, dear!"

Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer were singing "We Go Together". Electra, Victoria, and Etcetera sang "Come Back to Me" as they searched for Tugger. Coricopat and Tantomile sang "I Can Do That", and Erik sang "My Friends" while studying his claws. All was right—as well as loud and in the improper key—with the world.

Then all the cats went silent; except for Erik, who was quickly shushed. Everyone rushed into an area that the new-comers had never seen before as music began to play.

Music from CATS.

The Overture from CATS.


"What's going on? Can I kill Misto yet?"

"Performance again. Remember your lines?"

"No."

"Sure you do," Munkustrap said with a chuckle. Misto hurriedly rushed up to him.

"See, 'Strap, as it turns out, my magic screwed up everyone's memory, so—"

"AHA! I remember! Daylight! See the dew on a sunflower! And a rose that is fading! Roses wither away! Like the sunflower, I yearn to turn my face to the dawn! I am waiting for the day!"

"—That's nice, Jemima. You can shut up now. ANYWAYS, as I was saying, my magic made nearly everyone forget their lines. Presto."

"Lovely."


CLAP. CLAP. CLAP.

"Are you blind when you're born?"

"Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd, the demon barber of Fleet Street."

"How can you connect in an age where strangers, landlords, lovers, your own blood cells betray?"

"Think of me! Think of me fondly when we've said goodbye!"

"Were you there when the pharaohs commissioned the sphinx?"

"Sweeney heard music that nobody heard."

"And now this deadline—eviction or pay!"

"Angel of music, hide no longer—enter in your glory!"

"Hey guys, shut up, there's a man over there with a look of surprise!"

"Is it my angel?"

"Send him to his maker cleanly shaven!"

"WE'RE NOT GONNA PAY RENT!"


You like? I wrote this after completing a language arts test, while on a minor sugar high. That explains most of it.