Author's Notes: Okay, so I was reading my reviews and Le Fantom De Le Opera, (Thank you Monsieur!) pointed out that I didn't include what the calendar was about and I was like, yeah I did, Erik explained all that… So I went back and looked over my chapter and was shocked to discover that somehow the whole second half of my story was chopped off! What is up with that! The ending notes are there so how did it just decide to delete a portion of it and leave the rest? Crazy computers! Anyhow here's what was supposed to be the rest of chapter one, sorry for the confusion.

Disclaimer: Grr, why do I have to do this again, can't you people just take my word for it that I don't own any of the cast from Phantom or the Scarlet Pimpernel and go torment somebody else for a while so that I can pretend that I do?

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"Look Sir Percy, I don't give a damn about your precious flowers, be they here or there, but there's no way you're going to France without me! I will do anything to get off this blasted island and I do mean anything!" Erik ranted, furiously pacing back and forth in his miserable little trailer.

"My dear fellow, do you not find these tropical sunsets to be the loveliest…" the dashing man before him elegantly drawled.

"Sunsets! The five minutes of peace between the flesh melting daylight and nocturnal swarms of colossal insects! No sunset anywhere is worth the agony of this!"

"Come now sir, do try and contain yourself. Why I'm sure if I were to take you with me, you would miss this tropical paradise not ten minutes afterwards." His attention quickly taken up with a speck of dust upon his cuff, he missed the look of hope that streaked across the other's face.

"Lets try it and find out!" receiving no response from the only man to out fop the Fop, Erik sighed once more in frustration. "Blast it all, this whole thing is Nadir's fault!"

"How so?" Sir Percy question obligingly as he minutely inspected the rest of his outfit.

"It was his idea to drag all of us to this Hell away from home, and even to suggest the calendar in the first place! All but forcing us in engage in this mind numbing misery just so that he could fulfill his dream of being an assistant to some big shot photographer! I ask you, who is ever going to buy a calendar of book-inspired Broadway musical stars? Dr. Jeckle and Mr. Hyde, Don Quixote, Jean Val jean, and so on! It's too ridiculous! Just look at you, Mr. June indeed!"

"But Mr. December, I vow that his calendar will most assuredly be a smashing success, and I can only regret that I will not be able to grace its pages. Oh well, such is the loss of so many for so few…"

"Tell you what, you go now, take me with you, and then come back later and take my spot! How about it?"

"I'm afraid it would simply never work. Besides my masked chap I have a feeling you'll want to be here when my replacement arrives."

"Do you think he will help me escape?" Erik asked with a melancholy air.

"Most doubtful, but I have heard the strangest rumors about some rather bizarre actions of his a while back so I must suggest that anything is possible."

"Then why should I even care who he is?"

"It is not who he is but whom he brings. And now I really must be off, it would be unspeakably rude to make the pilot wait for me, and certainly not conducive to a pleasant flight to the nest of vipers France ahs become. Farewell Erik, and do try to keep up the old sprit of good cheer, things always have ways of working out."

A/N: Really sorry again for that, I guess I'll have to pay more attention when I preview my chapter before posting it. Anyhow, don't forget to Review; you see what a difference you can make! (Okay, now that I feel like Smokey the Bear...)

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