A/N-Here is another nice long chapter for you guys to enjoy.It is entirely Antoinette and co. Firmin's background is based a little upon the story Love Heals.
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It is picture day at the opera house,and the gang is just waiting inside of the leading soprano's dressing room for their turn.Sorelli is working on Phillipe's hair while Erik and Andre are punching each other in the shoulder.
"Now Phillipe,remember to try and look manly and noble.Like a true aristocrat." Sorelli than demonstrates by doing several over the top poses.
Antoinette rolls her eyes at the sight of her friend's poses. "Yeah.I'm sure those scream French noble."
Firmin walks into the room with a big smile upon his face. "Reyer just took his picture with a giant booger hanging out his nose!"
"So why were in his picture,Firmin?" asked Andre jokingly. He than starts to laugh at his own joke.
Antoinette laughs at the story. "Reyer had a booger ,and you choose not to tell him?"
"He'll find out.It is after all going to be in the opera house book." said Firmin in his defense.
Erik nods in agreement. "Very true.That is precisely how I found out how closesly I resemble a shadow."
Sorelli faces the group and places her hands on her hips. "I can't believe how light heartedly you are all taking this!"
"Calm down dear.It is just a picture." soothed Philippe.
"It is not just a picture!" screamed the dancer. "It is a way to show people who you are.The only thing more important than the picture is the quote that accompanies it."
Andre perked up at the mention of the quote. "I already have one for us. 'Music is my love,life,and passion.' Yeah,it is so awesome!"
A collective sigh is heard from the whole group.Erik walks up to Andre and pats him on the back. "Andre,every loser composer in the history of time has used that quote."
"Like you?"
Philippe races to separate Erik from Andre before the former can strangle the latter. "No Andre.Your quote has to have purpose to it,so that when you are 30 and having nothing to look forward to in life,you can just look back and smile.Of course that won't happen to me because of my position and wealth in society." He starts to glower.
Antoinette stares at him critically. "You know what is disturbing? Hidden within that somewhat shallow explanation was a grain of truth.We need a good quote this year."
"Well," begins Sorelli "the best quotes usually center around things that you highly value.Like me. My charming personality,my wonderful physique,or maybe something about the sparkle that I bring to your cold ,meaningless lives." She holds her hands out to her sides to model herself off.
"What about that inevitable feeling of joy that washes over me after you have left the room?" offered Erik with a big smile upon his face.
"No," said Firmin "we should have something that involves all of us.What about one that talks about how we all met?"
Antoinette laughs and turns to Philippe. "Remember how we first met?"
Sorelli becomes suspicious at the mention of this meeting. "Was it romantic in any way?" asks the dancer.
"It was more pitiful than romantic." replies Antoinette.
Flashback to a seven year old Philippe that is standing next to his parents.They are in the entrance way of the opera house apparently waiting for someone.
The Comtesse pats her hair and shivers because of the cold weather. "How long do we have to wait for this new composer and his family?"
"Not long." answers the Comte. "I just hope this one is better than the last one.He was a complete moron."
Soon an elderly looking man and his daughter come up to the family.The elderly man holds out his hand. "Hello.I'm the new composer here.Are you the patrons?"
"Yes we are." answered the Comtesse with a fake grin on her face. "We have been waiting quite a while for you."
"My apologies madame,but we got a bit lostily-lost." explained the new composer cheerily.
The Comte's face falls with the lame joke. "Aw crap!" exclaims the man. He than heads inside.
The Comtesse is stricken with emabarrassment. "I sincerely apologize for my husband.He is just feeling...under the weather." lied the woman. She pushes her son forward. "This is my son Philippe."
The new composer's smile is still plastered on his face.He pushes forward his daughter. "I don't mind that thing with your husband. This is my daughter Antoinette."
"Say hello to Antoinette,Phillipe." prods his mother.
Instead of introducing himself,like a polite little boy,he merely just gazes at the little girl with love in his eyes.She is not returning the look. "What are you staring at ,dandy?" She than kicks him in the shins.
The little Vicomte collapses.He lifts his head,and the look of love is still on his face. "You are so powerful." admires the young boy.
Flashback ends.
Everyone in the room except for Philippe is laughing.
"It is not that hilarious.None of you know what it feels like to be kicked by Mlle. Manlegs over there."
"You were very strange." said Antoinette. "What else could I have done?" She shrugs her shoulders.
Firmin is still laughing heartily. "Ah,if I only could have been there to have witnessed that. Philippe being beaten up by a girl.Seems like yesterday.Wait,I think it happened yesterday as well." He laughs some more.
Philippe narrows his eyes and smirks at Firmin. "You go ahead and enjoy that story while you can.Maybe I should talk about the time that you and I met."
Firmin immediately stops laughing and widens his eyes in horror. "You wouldn't."
"Yes, I would."
"NO!"
"YES!"
"YOU PROMISED NOT TO!"
"SCREW THE PROMISE! I'M TELLING IT!"
Flashback to a 7 year old Philippe and a 7 year old Firmin standing in the entrenceway of Philippe's house.Firmin stands out a lot because he happens to be very dirty compared to all the clean new things.
"Thank you for accompanying me to my home,Firmin." thanks the little Viscount. "That ballerina girl has legs of steel!"
"Don't mention it.Here's some advice while I'm here. Don't let a girl get the upper hand in a verbal or physical fight.It's not good for your reputation." advised the little urchin.
"Thanks Richard."
"Call me Firmin." instructs the little boy.
"Allright. Wouldn't it be neat if my name was Dandy? Than we could be Firmin," he points to his bodyguard, "Dandy!" He points at himself and puts on a happy face.
Firmin keeps his straight face. "That's just plain stupid.You also owe me." He holds out expectantly for his pay.
As Philippe is digging around in his pockets,his parents enter.His mother is suprised at the sight of the dirty little boy in her neat household. "Who is this young man?"
Philippe looks up at his mother. "This is Firmin."
His mother puts on a polite grin. "Well that is so nice that you have a new friend." She turns to her husband. "Go get that camera so we can remember this precious moment."
"I'm not his friend." announces the dirty boy. "I am his personal bodyguard."
The Comte shakes his head. "Don't embarrass our son,dear."
"Do not be ridiculous. There is no shame in having new friends.Especially one that is so...messy." She bends down to the boy's level. "Can you guess a fun thing that friends do together?"
Flash to Firmin and Philippe in the same bathtub.They are both looking very depressed.The Comte is standing above them.
"I apologize son." He than leaves the room.
Firmin looks at Philippe in fury. "If you ever tell anyone about this,I will kill you." threatened the now clean boy.
Philippe tries to apologize by holding up a rubber duck.Firmin just slaps it away.
Flashback ends.
Firmin glares at the noble. "Now I must kill you."
Sorelli interrupts the hostile air by giving a shout.Everyone faces her. "Oh.Sorry,it's just that I was looking through last year's book ,and I just noticed that they actually caught a good clear picture of Erik."
At the mention of an actual picture of their mysterious friend,everyone crowds around the dancer to see said picture.Before anyone can get a good hard look,Erik snatches the picture from Sorelli's hands and rips it up to tiny shreds.He than dumps the shreds into a trash can and lights them on fire. "Nothing to see here."
"Come on Erik!" exclaims Andre in dismay. "It could not have been as bad as that picture of Sorelli when she got a giagantic zit on her cheek." reassured the young man.
Sorelli punches Andre in the arm. "I told you to never bring that up!"
"Well I'm sorry ,but it's pretty difficult to get that horrible image out of my mind." He than squirms at the thought.
"Well try to forget about it!" yelled the dancer. "Anyways,I have a perfect complexion this year.And do you know why? It is because I have become a mature young lady." pronounced the girl proudly.
Everyone laughs at this.
"Seriously! I am woman.Hear me roar! That should be our quote." She than folds up her arms and looks around scornfully.
"What about a quote from the strangest day of your lives?" asked Erik.
Antoinette looked at him inquistively. "And that would be..?"
"The day you met me of course!" proclaimed the strange boy.
Flashback to 14 year old Philippe,Andre,and Firmin strolling around the catacombs of the opera house.
"Hey Philippe,what's up with Antoinette?" asked Firmin.
The Vicomte is caught off guard by this question and starts to twitch uncontrollably. "What do you mean! We are just friends! Goodness! Why does everyone have to nose around in my business? I have no interest in her! Imagining the two of us together is just...freaky!"
"Calm down,man.I was just going to ask you why she didn't come to practice today." said Firmin.
"Oh."
"GOT YOU!" yelled Andre.He points at the embarrassed teenager.
Suddenly the sound of several rocks falling makes the boys turn in wonder.There in front of them is a dirty little boy with a burlap sack over his head.The boy freezes as he realizes that he has captured all of their attention.He slowly turns around to face them. "DAMN!" curses this mysterious child.
"Who the hell are you!" questions Firmin with astonishment written all over his face.
"None of your business." spats the boy. "But if you must really know than simplyhear that I am one of the current residents of these catacombs."
Slowly Andre walks up to the masked child and stretches out his hand.
"What are you doing Andre?" asks Philippe.
"I'm going to see what's under this sack." answers the simpleton.
Before Andre can do something that he will most likely regret,Firmin grabs his friend's collar and yanks him back.He than steps toward the maskedboy and holds out his hand. "I am Firmin.If that idiot," he points at Andre, "ever tries to do something idiotic like that,than just come looking for me."
The boyslowly takes his hand and shakes it. "While I thank you for stopping your friend,I must assure that I am very capable of handling myself." He than grips the teen's hand very firmly to demonstrate.
Firmin rips his hand from the grip and steps back trying to return the flow of blood back into his hand.Philippe steps forward and also extends a hand. "I am Philippe."
The dirty child also takes his hand and smiles. "So you are the one that is in love with Antoinette.I'll be sure to tell that I've met her lover."
Philippe's face immediately pales. "No I am not!" yells the noble defensively. "Wait,did you say you already knew her?Damn it."
"Well my name is Erik-" just as he said his last name a very loud yell was heard from above.
Andre looks at Erik in disbelief. "I don't know if I can say his last name."
"We could just call him by his first name." offered Philippe. "Like how you guys address me."
"Yeah but that is only because your last name sucks." replied Andre.He doesn't notice Philippe's look of rage as he goes on with his thoughts. "I know! We could call him Freaky!" yelled the teen in excitement.
Before he could get his wits about him,Erik had tackled him and was now delivering several punches to his stomach.
"CAN'T...BREATHE..." exhaled Andre,who was now being choked.
Philippe sighed and went over to pull Erik off of Andre. "I have a feeling that this is going to happen a lot." commented the young man.
Firmin nods in agreement. "I think you're right about that...Antoinette-lover."
Flashback ends.Everyone except Philippe and Sorelli are laughing.
"I did not like her than." said the Vicomte defensively.
Sorelli faces him with pure anger in her eyes. "What do you mean than?"
"Ummmm nothing dear." replied the scared boy.
"I forgot about calling him Freaky!" exclaimed Andre. He continues laughing at the memory.
Antoinette tries to restrain Erik before he can get to Andre. "You know what is so lovable about Andre? He never learns his lesson,and gets continually beaten up by Erik."
Andre immediately stops laughing at this truth. "Th..th..th..that is entirely UNTRUE! Name one time that he has done that besides the time that we met." challenges the offended boy.
The ballerina smirks at him. "I shall name several with pleasure."
Flashback to not so long ago time.Antoinette,Philippe,Andre,and Erik are eating lunch at Philippe's house.
Erik is eating his food contentedly. "I love this food.It is so good.I especially love these mashed potatoes." He smiles in delight.
"Oh yeah?" asks Andre. He than puts a large quantity of mashed potatoes in his mouth and spits it on top of Erik's pile of mashed potatoes. "Love THAT!" exclaims the idiotic teen. He than starts to guffaw.
"I think you should scoot back,Antointette." advised Philippe.
The warning came just in time for at that second Erik thrust down both of his utensils and tackled Andre to the floor.He than proceeds to choke him.
"OX..Y..GEN!" yells Andre in desperation.
Flash to Firmin,Antoinette,Erik,and Andre all playing catch at the park.
Andre throws the ball to Erik ,but the ball flies over the latter's head. Erik watches as the ball lands very far away from them. "You threw it too high.Go get it." commanded the masked boy. "And that's also a foul."
Andre pouts as he marches toward Erik. "Do you know what else is foul? Your attitude." He than shoves Erik.
Erik gets an evil gleam in his eye and retaliates.Soon he has Andre trying to go into the fetal position so that he may protect his neck.It is a useless attempt. "MY...NECK!"
Flash to Antoinette and Erik sitting in a dressing room.Erik is reading a magazine when Andre comes in.
Andre snatches the magazine from Erik's hands,sits down,and begins to read it.Erik glares at him. "Give it back." instructs the genius in a calm and collected tone.
"No."
"I am telling you nicely to give it back." warns Erik one last time.
Andre leans his head toward Erik. "NOOOOOOOO!" replies the teen obnoxiously.
Something visibly snaps within Erik.You wouldn't be able to see it though,because he had just slammed Andre into the ground.While the two boys wresteled,Antoinette picks up the magazine that was dropped.
"NEED...AIR!"
End of Flashbacks.
Andre puts his hand up to his throat in a defensive manner. "You have a real knack for aiming for my throat."
Sorelli puts her arms up to her chest. "Those were horrible memories! I was not even in one of them!" pouts the dancer.
"That is what makes them so delightful." comments Erik.
"Sorelli sort of has a point." admits the other dancer. "We need to come up with some nicer memories."
Firmin smiles. "What about the day that I met all of you?"
Flashback to 14 year old Firmin and Andre being led down a hallway by 13 year old Erik.
"I can't believe that for all of the times that you stick around the opera house,you have never taken an opportunity to get to know Antoinette." remarked Erik with suprise in his voice. "Well you will probably like her a lot.She is very nice." Andre falls behind a little bit to tie his shoe.Firmin and Erik keep on going and shortly stop at a door.Erik knocks once and doesn't wait for a response before opening it.
We go to inside the room where see Antoinette standing in front of the door.As the door opens she is taking off her top ,and we can see that she is not wearing a brassierre.
Both Erik and Firmin's faces light up with joy.Andre is still tying his shoe in the hallway.The ballerina stares at shock at the two boys. "ERIK!" screeches the girl.
His face reddens in embarassment. "I...sorry...really...am..."
"You were right Erik! I like her a lot!" exclaims Firmin.
At this statement Andre lifts his head in wonder.He tries to race to the door ,but it is too late for Antoinette has already slammed the door in their faces. "Wait! I didn't get to see anything!" yells the boy in desperation. He than starts pounding on the door.
Flashback ends.
"Now that is a good memory." comments Firmin.
"No it's not." laments Andre. "It is memories like that which just remind me that I am the only here who hasn't seen Antoinette's woman parts."
"It is not as if you have not tried!" shouted Antoinette.
Flashback to Antoinette just sitting in her room reading.Suddenly Andre barges in.
"MY APOLOGIES!" yells the boy in advance.He face falls when he sees what she is doing. "Nevermind." He walks away.
Flash to Antoinette sitting at her desk studying.The door bursts open to reveal Andre standing there excitedly.
"SO SORRY!" apologizes the boy again.His face gets clouded over in disappointment once more. "Damn." He walks away.
Flash to Antoinette practicing some dance moves when the Andre bursts in.
"OOPS SORRY!" He gets upset once again at not being able to see any skin.His face brightens up though when he notices what she is doing. "Maybe I'm not so sorry." He would have come in and stayed to watch her practice if it hadn't of been for Antoinette kicking him out of the room and slamming the door in his face. "Damn." mutters the boy before once more walking off in sadness.
Flashbacks end.
Philippe walks over to Andre and slaps himin the head. "Pervert." mutters the count's son.
Andre rubs the back of his head. He would have said something back if it were not for the sight of Philippe's face. "Ummm Philippe,speaking of breasts I think there is one trying to grow on your forehead."
At the mention of a blemish,Philippe reaches a hand up to his forehead to feel a massive,greasy bump on his head. "Mon Dieu! He's right!" He turns on Sorelli. "Look what you've done to me!"
Erik puffs at the Vicomte's little freak out. "Try having that all over your face." comments the disfigured boy.
Andre beams at the mark upon Philippe's head. "Once I had this friend who had a giant zit like yours.He popped it,and all the puss traveled up to his brain." He bows his head in reverence. "He is no longer on this earth."
"And who would this unfortunate being be,precisely?" asked Sorelli questioningly.
"You would have never met him."
The dancer puffs. "Because he never existed."
"No! It's because he is dead now!" yelled Andre in defense of his strange story.
"Let us try and concentrate people!" commanded Antoinette. "We need some more memories here."
"It is a little difficult at the moment to think of a story." said Firmin. "The Viscount's blemish is just so entrancing right now.It follows me everywhere I turn." He than moves his head and cringes.
The ballerina rolls her eyes. "You know what is more entertaining than Philippe's zit? The day that I met Sorelli."
Flashback to 13 year old Antoinette,Firmin,and Andre standing in a line in front of 12 year old Sorelli at the opera house.
"Hello Antoinette." says the little girl. "We haven't met before.I think it is because I have more talent than you." She than turns her back on the girl she just insulted and starts to walk away.
Antoinette picks up a nearby prop and chucks it at Sorelli.It hits her right on the head. "Hey Sorelli." says the girl in a feux sugary tone.
Sorelli whirls around and glares at the other girl. "That hurt you baboon!"
Firmin sticks out his head. "Welcome to the Opera Populaire!"
End of flashback.
Everyone except for Sorelli is chuckling.
"Wish I could have seen that." said Erik and Philippe simultaneously.
Sorelli glares at the duo. "You know Philippe,when you laugh,your zit gets a little wrinkle." snaps the dancer angrily.
"I think that I might have a solution to your problem." offers Firmin.He steps toward the Vicomte and slaps his head.
Philippe squirms in pain. "Don't do that!"
"Yeah." backed up Sorelli. "Andre's friend perished the same way!" mocked the dancer.
Andre looks hurt. "He did,Sorelli!"
"Enough of this guys." says Antoinette. "I think that there lies a good quoteinvolving Sorelli being hit in the head. Like 'Neat! Sorelli got hit in the head!' "
Sorelli looks venomously at the other dancer. "That would be bad. I think our quote should be something romantic."
"Like our first date?" supplied Philippe.
"Exactly."
Philippe wraps his arms around the dancer and smiles contentedly. "Let me tell it darling."
Flashback to a 7 year old Andre sitting outside of a tent.The Comtesse de Chagny and her husband approach the tent.
"Philippe is in there with another girl! Do something!" urges the Comtesse to her husband.
The Comte sighs and goes up to the tent. He starts to shake it vigorously. "Come out of there now!"
A 7 year old Philippe and a 6 year old Sorelli come out from the tent.
"Philippe Georges Marie de Chagny,were you playing doctor with this little girl." admonishes his mother.
He gives his mother a look of utter confusion. "No.I am a doctor."
His father starts laughing. "Smooth line ,son." He sees the stern look on his wife's face and tries to also be stern. "Imean...bad boy."
Sorelli comes to the aid of Philippe and hugs him. "Don't yell at him! I love him!" proclaims the little girl.
End of flashback.
Sorelli slaps the back of Philippe's head. "That was not our first date!"
Andre laughs at Philippe being yelled at. "Yes,but I think he got further on that occasion than he did on your actual first date,so he likes to remember that one."
Philippe stares at Andre. "You know,you made a great impression upon my parents that year."
Flashback to 7 year old Andre standing outside Philippe's house.
A servant opens the door and stares at the sight of the boy.For even though his top is well taken care of he is not wearing pants.
"Is Philippe home?" inquires the pantsless boy politely.
The servant stammers. "Y..yes.Monsieur PHILIPPE!" The servant than backs away from the door as Philippe approaches.
Philippe starts laughing at the sight of his friend. "I think you fogot something at home,Andre!" says the boy between the laughs.
Andre gives him a confused look. "What do you mean by that?" He see Philippe pointing down and looks in that direction. His eyes widen in horror. "MY PANTS!" He than runs away as quick as he can.
End of Flashback where everyone except Andre is laughing.
"Why can't we be nice?" questions the distraught youth.
Antoinette stops laughing and once again resumes her serious manner. "How come we can't come up with anything? Other people who are dumber and more shallow can so why can't we?"
"Maybe we could use the Prima Donna's quote." suggested Erik as he looked down at the book in his hands. "Singing in the opera house,soaking up the glory,always getting my way,best clothes in Paris...that's it."
Antoinette shakes her head in dismay. "We are so pitiful.What have we been doing our entire lives?"
Flashback to 7 year old Philippe,Andre,and Firmin sitting in a circle.They are not under the influence yet.
"What do you think is better? Being witha prima ballerina or being witha prima donna?"asked Andre.
"Why are you thinking of these weird things?" asked Firmin in reply.He than actually gives the question some thought. "I think that a prima donna is cooler.They always seem to get more power."
Philippe shakes his head at thought of girls. "Why do the ballerinas always wear such skimpy clothing? It makes me feel so uncomfortable." The little boy shivers once more.
Flash to 14 year old Firmin,Andre,and Philippe still sitting in the circle.13 year old Erik has now joined them.Now they are under the influence.
Firmin nods his head in disagreement. "No way are singers more attractive than dancers! I heard about this opera that was performed in some little country where the ballerinas are completely nude.The government here banned it of course." said the conspirarist bitterly.
Andre just smiles happily. "All I know is that singers can do whatever they want. All that power can really turn a guy on."
Philippe stares in wonder at nothing. "What if you didn't have to choose? What if there was a way that you could be with both of them at the same exact time?"
Erik just nods at this question. "I think that is totally possible.Who says there can't be a girl out there who can do both?"
Andre is amazed by this.He turns toward Firmin. "Is that possible? Better yet,is that even legal?"
Firmin nods his head in agreement. "Anything is legal my friend,if you dont' get caught." He holds out a chocolate box. "Stolen chocolates?"
Flash to present.Erik,Andre,Firmin,and Philippe.They are still in a circle and are still under the influence.
Philippe grabs a chocolate and pops it into his mouth. "Guys,this argument is settled.Yesterday I saw the leading soprano chew out all of those little ballet brats. Prima Donna wins,hands down." He swallows his chocolate.
Andre looks appalled at what the Viscount has just said. "So what if the singer can chew out those that are underneath her? The dancer will always have the better body ,and more people look at them! So who beat who in that instance!"
"You know what might solve this whole dispute?" asked Firmin. "Some singer-dancer wrestling! I know that I would be there to witness it."
Erik shakes his head at all of the valid points in the ongoing discussion. "All that I am sure of is that both sides win.The dancer has the flexibility while the singer has the voice.I think I'll just wait until I find a girl that has both."
"Good luck with that." says the trio unanimously.
Soon Antoinette pops in and takes a seat on Erik's lap. "All I have to say to you guys is that you just don't know what it's like to be a ballerina.All the stagehands stare at us! I think there might even be a peephole in the dressing room!"
All the boys perk up at the mention of this peephole.They are soon joined by Sorelli who takes a seat on Philippe's lap. "The perfect combination would be a ballerina's costumes,a Prima Donna's entourage,and than both of their talents."
Firmin takes a look at the group. "Does anyone else feel like we've been discussing this for a bit too long?" In reply a bunch of chocolates get hurdled at him.Everyone is laughing and enjoying themselves.
Flashback ends.
Andre looks as if something has hit him. "Eureka! I've got it!" yelled the teen excitedly. "I finally have an idea for a quote!" Everyone stares at him expectantly. "Friends are my life!"
Antoinette stares at him increduosly. "I think Andre is right. We have made many good memories together."
"Too bad we can't remeber most of them." commented Firmin.
Philippe stands up. "With that issue resolved,I am off to get rid of this monstrosity." He than trots out of the room.He comes back into the room with a gian red smear on his forehead. "How does it look?"
Everyone just stares at the smear on his forehead. "Great." mumbles everyone simultaneously.
The Viscount smiles proudly at them. "Okay.Now I'm ready to take my picture."
"That's good to hear." compliments Antoinette.She than rises and pushes everyone towards the exit. "You all need to leave now because I'm going to change my top." Once everyone is gone she closes the door.She than starts to unbutton her top when the door burst open.
"MY MISTAKE!" yells Andre. His face falls though when he sees that her top is still on.
The ballerina looks at him angrily. "Andre,I thought that we just finished this today!"
"Maybe if you let me see them than I'd stop!" yells Andre in defense.The dancer sighs and than grudinglyopens her top for him to see. "Mon Dieu! They are the most magnificent things that I have ever layed my eyes upon." remarked Andre. He than passes out unto the floor.
Cut to how their pictures turned out and what they were most expected to become.
Sorelli is looking at the lens in a seductive manner.She is 'Most Likely to Destroy any Powerful Man she Meets.'
Firmin is looking at the camera very seriously. He is 'Most Likely to Rip You Off.'
Despite Andre's attempts at trying to look sexy he just comes out goofy looking. He is 'Most Likely to Blow Himself Up.'
Antoinette looks very sweet and sincere in her picture.She is 'Most Likely to Top Secret Things.'
Philippe's picture would have turned out allright if it wasn't for the giant red smear that came out looking like he had a deformity.He is 'Most Likely to be Laughed at Behind his Back.'
And on the very first page of the opera house book is a small picture of a dark blur.The whole page is dedicated to this one picture.The article on said pageis entitled 'Opera Ghost: Myth or Fact?'
