A/N-For one of these skits,I have used a bit of it before,but it is different.Just by a little bit.So please don't feel as if I have gypped you.The third skit is Antoinette and co.I'm going to bring up a ballerina named Jammes,but it is NOT the same one as in Leroux's novel.
Disclaimer-The day I own is it the day when 99.9 percent of phans respect Raoul and don't portray him as a wife beating rapist/drunkard/pansy/idiot/greedy tycoon.
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Raoul is being taken to the Navy so that he can fulfill his brother's dreams of further glorifying the de Chagny name.Erik,Andre,and Phillipe are there to say goodbye.
The young Vicomte looks dejectedly at his older brother. "Must I really go?" He looks pleadingly at Phillipe.
"Yes." answered the Comte with finality in his voice.Seeing his younger brother's sad face softens him up. "If it makes you feel better,I packed you a lunch." He than brought forth a brown paper sack.
The boy's eyes widen in amazement. "But you always leave those little menial tasks to the servants!"
"Yeah,well today is special." said Phillipe with some emotion breaking through. "You will find two sandwiches and a bag of cookies."
"Thanks Phillipe."
Andre steps forward,red faced. "I ate the cookies,so there actually only two sandwiches." admitted the man.
The group looks at him for a moment before he bows his head in shame.
"Well I gues it is time for me to go." stated Raoul.He than picked up his bags and started to walk down the dock.
"Hey baby brother!" yells Phillipe. "I LOVE YOU,LITTLE BROTHER!" cries the man with fake emotion.He starts to wave his arms emphatically.He puts on a mock sad face.
Raoul freezes upon these words.He slowly turns and stares at his brother in horror.
Erik chuckles at the boy's embarrassment. "I LOVE YOU ALSO,VICOMTE!" shouts Erik.He waves his hand and smirks at having helped to further Raoul's uncomfortable situation.
Andre looks at the two men and than stares at the young man. " I LOVE YOU THE MOST!" exclaims the manager with such determination and intensity in his voice and on his face.He than stands there and huffs at his declaration.
On hearing and seeing how serious Andre was,both Erik and Phillipe stare at him in shock. Meanwhile the poor Viscount stares in fear and bewilderment.
Andre sees everyone looking at him strangely and starts to chuckle weakly. "I was kidding too..."
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Christine and Meg are at a cafe when the conversation turns to men.
"I have been thinking about Raoul and Erik all day,and I just can't decide who to choose!" cries the young girl.
Meg rolls her eyes at her friend. "Why do you always have to ruin these days out?"
Christine sniffs. "I am serious Meg. This is a difficult decision for me. I know that I have feelings for Erik because he is so mysterious,smart,and he gave me my voice." She smiles at the memories.
"So why don't you just go with Erik?" asks Meg.
"Because of Raoul.I also have feelings for him. He has promised me protection,he's rich,and he's so handsome! I mean,you spend so much more time looking at someone than you do singing to them." exclaims the soprano.She than goes into a reverie.
Meg clears her throat to interrupt the moment. "Again,why don't you just choose Erik?" questions the ballerina.
The singer looks meaningfully at her friend. "You just don't get itMeg.I need Raoul,but Erik needs me so much and it feels great to be needed so much."
The dancer gives off a big sigh. "I think that I may have a solution to your problem.To hell with all those pros and cons.Just ask yourself this one question...Who do I love the most?"
Christine's eyes widen at her friends proposal. "That's brilliant! You are so right! That is what I should do because-"
Meg puts a hand over Christine's mouth. "Not now.I want to enjoy what's left of this afternoon.And if you do go on,than I'm making you pay for lunch."
Later that day,Christine has called both Raoul and Erik to her dressing room.
"I have asked the two of you here today because I have finally made a decision." announced the soprano.
"So are you going with rich and hot or masked and crazy?" asks the Vicomte.
Erik punches him in the shoulder. "Why don't you remain silent so that we can find out?"
Christine gives him a thankful look. "Well,I had to ask myself a very tough question. Who do I love the most? Than it hit me like Joseph Buquet's body.I love me the most."
This answer leaves both of the men speechless for a few moments.The silence is soon broken by Erik. "So you choose yourself?"
She nods.
"So where does that leave us?" asks Raoulwho still hasshock etched into his face.
"I don't know,and frankly I don't care." replies the soprano,who than walks off as if the weight of the world has been taken off her shoulders.
The two men look after her in astonishment. "What a way to lead us on!" exclaims the Phantom.
The Viscount nods in agreement. "I know what you mean.Girls are so strange! If it was not for their face,voice,legs,body shape,soft skin,and eyes I would never even give them a second thought!"
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Erik,Antoinette,Phillipe,Firmin,and Andre are at Phillipe's house when Sorelli enters still dressed in her ballet outfit and looking very depressed.
"The most horrible thing happened today." began the dancer. "I was kicked off thecorps de ballet." She sniffs at her predicament.
All the boys except Phillipe look at her in fake horror.
"Is nothing sacred!" exclaimed Firmin.
"Oh no!" shouted Andre.
"It was just a matter of time." said Erik. "I always thought you seemed like a heifer when you danced."
Phillipe hits Erik lightly and thangoesover to comfort Sorelli. "Don't worry dear.I sort of know how you feel.Remeber that time I got kicked off of you?"
Sorelli distances herself from Phillipe. "Well I don't care that you guys don't care." She walks over to where Antoinette is sitting. "Antoinette knows how I feel.Right Annie?" She places her arms on the other girl's shoulders and looks at all of the boys with murder in her eyes.
Antoinette looks up at Sorelli in confusion. "Annie?" She shakes the former dancer's hands off her shoulders. "No,I don't know how you feel Sorelli.Because I would never get kicked off the corps de ballet."
The former dancer gapes at her. She than walks back to Phillipe. "Phillipe,you need to help me." pleads the former ballerina. "They may be a group of gossipping shallow brats-"
"Excuse me!" yells Antoinette.She stands up in anger.
Sorelli glances over at her. "Not you,Annie.You seclude yourself too much to know what I'm talking about." She faces Phillipe once more despite the death glare that Antoinette is giving her. "So they may be a group of saucy ,air-headed brats,but they are all I know! You have to take me to the masque ball that's happening tomorrow night."
Phillipe is caught of guard by her request.He wipes away the shock to give her an answer. "I am sorry Sorelli,but I can't. The managers always bother me about my father's patronage whenever they see me.I swear that they'd kidnap me if they thought that it would get them more money." explained the Vicomte with a slight shudder.
The ex-dancer stomps her foot on the ground. "Phillipe Georges Marie de Chagny! You WILL take me ,and you WILL enjoy yourself!" commanded the girl.
The aristocrat cowers at the rage of the former dancer scorned. "I..I...c...c...can't." wimpers the poor boy.
The crazy ex-dancer whirls around the room seeking who else she can force into going with her.
Andre and Firmin suspecting that she would try this had run out of the room right after Phillipe gave his reply.This left the poor Erik all by himself.
Erik chuckles at the Viscount's misfortune until he realizes that he is the new target.He tries to get up and leave and would have made it if Antoinette hadn't of stuck out her foot to trip him.Sorelli takes the opportunity to pounce upon the young boy and pin him to the floor."YOU are going to take me than!"
"I would rather die." replies the disfigured boy calmly.
Sorelli glares at him. "That can be arranged."
"Just go with her so that we can get this over with."says Antoinette.
"FINE! But I am not dancing with you." insists Erik.
Sorelli nods,gives him a hug,gets off of him ,and leaves in a happier mood than when she had arrived.
That night at the masque ball we see Sorelli dressed as a lamb ,and Erik is dressed in his Phantom attire.
Sorelli is trying to put some distance between herself and her escort until she sees a girl dressed as a swan coming towards her.She than clutches Erik's arm a bit too tightly."Here comes Jammes.She is the ballet instructor and decides who gets to stay and who gets the boot.Make me look good." hisses the girl into her escort's ear.
Jammes walks up to Sorelli and her escort and looks over them coldly. "Hello Sorelli."
"Hello Jammes." replies the former dancer with equal coldness."This is my escort for the night,Erik-" she stops as she realizes that she doesn't know Erik's last name. "Erik."
The masked boy gives a hollow smile. "I dropped my last name so that the gendarmes and gypsies would be unable to locate my current location." explained the boy calmly.
Sorelli starts laughing crazily while Jammes' eyes widen in shock "He has the best sense of humor.Pretending to be on the run! That is a riot!" She continues laughing when she gives Erik a warning look that is a bit frightening.
Jammes looks at the pair suspicously. "You know Sorelli,I have to hand it to you.After being completely humiliated today I didn't think that you would dare show your face." comments the instructor icily.
"To be honest, I only came to see what you would be dressed like...so that I would know what to burn in my closet." replies Sorelli with equal viciousness in her voice.
The ballerina instructor gives her a malicious look. "Well let me show you the way inside." Both of the girls giggle together rather fakely before Jammes goes back inside. Erik appears confused by the conversation that had just transpired. "If you are trying to get back on the corps de ballet wouldn't kissing her butt help more?"
"Snobbery and insults are the only language that these dunderheads know how to speak. These are some evil girls we're dealing with.They need to be shown who's the boss,and they know it." With that threat Sorelli walked into the opera house dragging along poor Erik.
After a few hours ,in which people had been discussing Sorelli's mysterious escort, Jammes comes up to a table that is seating Erik and Sorelli.
"Sorelli,in light of you showing up here ,even though you had been horribly disgraced, with Erik,who is so mysterious-"
"Nice newsflash there." interrupted Erik.
"I would like to invite you back on to the corps de ballet." continued Jammes.
Sorelli looks truly delighted. "Seriously?"
"Yes." Both girls start to jump up and down squealing when Sorelli stops with confusion on her face.
"You know what? I don't think that I want to be a ballerina anymore."
Jammes gives her a befuddled look. "But we just celebrated."
"Well I'm going to have take back that celebration and replace it with a refusal."
Jammes pouts and walks away.Sorelli whirls around with pure joy on her face.She is met by an expression of pure shock upon Erik's face. "Are you telling me that you dragged me to this festive little thing for nothing!"
"You came for something Erik. You came and saw me grow more as a person.I realized that those saucy little brats are not my true friends." explained Sorelli.
Erik puts on a look of understanding. "Why isn't that-" He stops and blows a rasberry in her face.
"If it makes you feel better,I get to keep all of my outfits." said the girl in an uplifting tone.
"That's only going to make Andre and Phillipe feel better.Not me."
She starts thinking and than an idea hits her. "I know how you can get into their dressing room to scare them some more." offered the girl.
Erik smiles. "That helps."
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