A/N: Ok my mom just told me that when school starts I can only do fanfiction stuff on the weekends (at first she wasn't going to let me go on at all), which means I won't be able to update that often, but I will find ways to get on I promise:). Also, I'm trying to get everybody into the chapters so please be patient. Little lemon I hope it's ok I involved you're infamous muse into the story :) Anyway, I really hope you guys like this chapter, and if you don't please feel free to give me as many suggestions as you like. ENJOY!
Disclaimer: I don't own American Idol, Phantom of The Opera or Gerry Butler for that matter (unfortunately).
Ryan: (stares at Erik for President passed out on the stage) All right then…lets welcome our next contestant little lemon!
E: (watches as a strangely familiar girl walks out onto the stage) Wait a second…OH NO! (ducks under desk)
Randy: Yo dog, are you ok dog?
E: It's her…from…from…the bowling alley…(looks down at clothes)…so crazy…wanted…clothes. (Goes into the fetal position).
Little lemon: Michele's back! Hello Erik dear did you miss me?
E: (silently rocking back and forth)
Little lemon: Gosh…your so dramatic…it's not like I attacked you or anything (thinks to herself) well…I guess I kinda did get into it…(stares into the distance obviously lost in her own thoughts).
Simon: (breaks silence) Good God you're bloody small!
little lemon: (sighs angrily) I KNOW…I get it OK, I'm short for my age… WHY CAN'T EVERYONE JUST DEAL WITH IT ALREADY?
Paula: What she lacks in size I'm sure she makes up for in character. (Smiles thinking she said something really intelligent).
E: (slowly inches back up onto his seat) ok…I'm ready…(glances nervously up at little lemon)
Little lemon: It's about time…anyway; I'll be singing The Point of No Return.
E: No way, that's MY song and I will not let a crazy little girl like you mess up the part that only Christine can sing!
Little lemon: (offended) Well I won't let someone who smells like death stop me from singing my favorite song…SO SHUT UP!
E: (mutters to himself under his breath).
Little lemon: You have brought me…to this moment where words run dry…to this moment when speech disappears into silence…silence…I have come here…hardly knowing the reason why-
Random T.V announcer guy: We'll be right back after these messages!
(Commercials ensue)
(commericials finally end)
Simon: I have never heard anyone sing worse!
Paula: You have such a sweet voice dear.
Simon: Oh please, "sweet voice", yea about as sweet as a pig!
(Simon and Paula get into one of their many arguments; while Randy just sits there pretending this isn't happening again. Meanwhile, little lemon keeps eyeing Erik's clothes, as he once again goes into the fetal position not wanting to relive that day at the bowling alley.)
little lemon: I DIDN"T GET TO FINISH! WILL YOU ALL JUST-
Random T.V announcer guy: We'll soon return after a message from our-
Little lemon: I will not be interrupted again. WHERE'S MY MUSE?
(Kay Erik runs hurriedly onto the stage) Punjab the T.V guy!
Random T'V guy: Noooooooooooooooo! Have mercy, have- (falls limp).
Little lemon: Finally there is justice in the world once more! A world that will soon BE MINE! (Laughs manically).
Randy: Dog, you have serious problems I think you should be off the show.
(backstage VAvvy, opera.star, and Araiona Dubois let out a sigh of relief)
little lemon: This whole show is stupid anyway (glares at Erik) You haven't seen the last of me!(motions to Kay Erik) COME ON! (walks off the stage, ideas for a hostile takeover of the world running around her head).
Audience: (sits in shocked silence).
Ryan: Ok hopefully our next contestant will be a little more sane (laughs uncomfortably as the audience just stares at him)…ummm…please welcome VAvvy!
VAvvy: (walks out onto the stage as a mysterious wind blows through her black hair)
Paula: Oh you're so pretty!
E: I like the mysterious vibe going on, yay mystery!
Randy: So where are you from?
VAvvy: Does it matter? (Mysterious wind continues to blow through her hair)
E: Will someone please turn off that fan!
Fan operator guy: Sorry!
VAvvy: I thought you liked "mystery"!
E: C'mon it was soo obvious that it was a fan.
Paula: (looks at Simon who had been suspiciously quiet until this moment) What are you doing?
Simon: Knitting! (Holds up a half knitted sweater).
E: You're more random then the fop!
Ra: You mean me?
E: Eghad! What in operas name are you doing here?
Ra: Admiring the lovely contestant on stage (smiles dreamily).
VAvvy: Gross! Oh please, like I'd ever be interested in you…can I sing my song now! (Taps foot impatciently)
Ra: The ladies never did like me…
E: Maybe that's because you are one.
Ra: (slinks back into the shadows from which he came).
E: Weird.
Randy: Right, so lets let this lady sing.
Simon: (annoyed that he has to put his knitting away) Fine.
Paula: (smiling stupidly as always) I'm ready.
E: Yep proceed.
VAvvy: Finally… (lets out an exasperated mysterious breath)
Audience: (captivated by her mysteriousness)
A/N: yummm…did I ever mention to you guys how incredibly good cheese is? Yummm…it's so cheesy…oops my apologies eating cheese distracts me and I kinda got caught up in the moment, sorry VAvvy you can sing now.
VAvvy: I've only been waiting for like FOREVER! (clears throat) I'll be singing "Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again"
E: Hey that's the song Christine sang when I stalked her to her father's grave!
VAvvy: Aren't you the genius…ok…(takes deep breath) little lotte thought of everything and nothing…her father promised her that he would send her the angel of music…her father promised her…. her father promised her…you were once my one companion you were all that mattered- (and since little lemon had killed the random announcer guy, unlike the first two contestants she was able to finish the entire song without interruptions.)
Simon: (tries to think of something mean to say but comes up with nothing so he starts to knit secretly under the table, until he finally gives up not wanting Paula to kick him anymore) Your voice was a little raspy, you should work on that. (For once the audience doesn't boo him)
Paula: I love the whole bohemian look you got going in it's so cute! Oh. And your voice is good too.
Randy: Excellent.
(everyone stares at Erik wanting to know what he has to say).
E: ….uh…I like your voice it has a certain mysteriousness to it that makes it so captivating…I'm going to call you mystery from now on!
VAvvy: Why the heck do guys think I'm so mysterious? I'm not I'm just a normal non-mysterious girl!
E: Yea and I'm a normal, not crazy, non-disfigured opera ghost who does not live underneath the opera and does not stalk Christine wherever she goes.
VAvvy: (clearly annoyed) Whatever just call me and tell me when the finals are (a weird wind surrounds her as she disappears into thin air).
E: Cool, that beats my sound effects.
C: (at reception desk at Erik's hotel) Hi, can you tell me if the vicotme de changy is checked in here?
A/N: suspense What is Christine doing in LA? What is she planning? Oh and my apologies for the brief morbid ness when little lemon's muse kills the T.V announcer guy. Don't worry Simon will eventually be punjabbed.