A/N-Hey there again wonderful audience.Appreciate the reviews and the hits. First skit is Antoinette and co.And if you forgot Marie is Raoul's sister. I'm turning her into Laurie. Even though the Persian is included in the second skit,it is still movie universe.

Disclaimer-If I owned it than I would have killed a wonderful story.Seeing as the story is still alive and kicking,and that I am not super rich, I think it's safe to say that I don't own it.
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Andre and Sorelli are at a wedding reception for a friend.Andre sees a pretty girl sitting next to him and tries to woo her.

"Hello there.I guess for the next few hours we are going to be table partners." He scoots closer to her. "Do you want to be partners in another thing?" He arches his eyebrows suggestively.

"Not even in your dreams." The girl than huffs in disgust and turns her back on him.

This action does not discourage the young man.He turns excitedly to Sorelli. "The most exquisite being is sitting beside me." reports the ecstatic teen.

Sorelli primps her hair at this remark. "I already knew that. Didn't my hair just come out wonderfully?"

"Not you scrawny." replies Andre. He points to the girl he was talking to. "That is the goddess to whom I am refering to.I need your help." pleaded the teen.

Sorelli glances at the girl. "Judging by her figure ,and the way she is demeaning to those around her, I would say that she is also a snobby ballerina type.She is like me!" She faces Andre. "This is going to be easy. We only understand two things...money and flexibility." She sums Andre with her eyes. "I think we should just concentrate on money with you."

Andre puts on a puzzled look. "So if I wanted to be with you,all I have to do is pay you?"

Sorelli smacks his head. "Not that way!" hisses the dancer. "I mean you need to act rich." explained the now calmed down girl.

A waiter comes up to their table to take their orders.

Andre takes a deep breath and tries to sound important. "Waiter,I am very wealthy and as a rich man, I have more money than you can even dream of." states the lying teen.

At the mention of his money,the girl who had brushed him off whirls around to look at him.

The waiter sighs at this obnoxious statement. "Monsieur,I would just like to take your order and depart from your presence as fast as I can if it so pleases you." says the waiter a bit bitterly.

"Don't give me that tone of voice!" commands Andre. "And as fast as you could leave could in no way compare to how fast I could count my thousands."

The waiter glares at him menacingly. "Yes,well Mr.Bigshot,your zipper is open." He than walks away with a smirk on his face.

With a red face,Andre reaches down to zip up his fly.He than notices that the girl is looking at him intently. "Honestly,sometimes those servants just don't know their place in society." said Andre. "Ungrateful pricks!"

The girl moves closer to him and holds out a hand. "I am Jiselle. Who are you?"

Andre takes her hand and kisses it. "Andre.Gilles Andre."

Later on at the wedding,Andre pulls himself away from Jiselle and walks up to Sorelli.

"Thanks for the act rich tip,Sorelli." He gives her hug,but than a concerned expression is on his face. "The only problem now is that Jiselle said that money is great,but she wants to get to know the real me. And I am finding that I truly care for her." states Andre sincerely. "So what is another great,false characteristic that you could give me so that I can shack up with her?"

Sorelli thinks for a bit,and than stares at Jiselle. "Well she is wearing a fur coat.That is an obvious sign that she loves animals! Which means that she is probably into sensitive guys." reasoned the dancer.

"Sensitive,ay?"

"Yes,sensitive men."

Jiselle approaches Andre and hooks her arm into his. "Hey honey. Where did you go?"

Andre rips his arms out hers. "Who do you think you are taking over like that? Don't be so rude! I am a sensitive being you know." He than folds his arms and glares at Jiselle.

Sorelli slaps the backside of Andre's head. "Andre! Not that kind of sensitive!"

Andre looks at Jiselle sheepishly and unfolds his arms. "Just kidding?"

Near the end of the wedding reception Andre is chatting with Sorelli.

"I appreciate all the advice you have given me. She was telling me all these tales of the things that she does at the opera house that she trains at,and I think that she might be a bit of a floozy." He smiles at this. "So if there is anything I can do to repay you-"

"There is." said Sorelli. "When the bride tosses her boquet I want to be the one to catch it.It is so symbolic of love ,and it could bring me luck in my relationship with Philippe." Her eyes become a bit glazed as she contemplates this thought.She soon snaps out of it and adresses Andre in a serious manner. "So what I need for you to do is shove all the other heifer whores out of the way so thatI can catch it."

Andre nods. "Don't worry. I'll make sure those fatties get squashed to the ground!"

Two minutes later he is with Jiselle,and she is really warming up to him.

"Gilles Andre, you are both wealthy and sensitive.It's perfect! I think that I may consider that proposition you brought up." She gives him a seductive look before backing off of him. "Under one condition. You have to push all the other girls out of the way so that I can catch the boquet."

Andre looks at her nervously. "How many boquets get tossed?"

"Only one." answers Jiselle.

"Uh-oh."

Now it's the boquet toss.Andre is standing between Sorelli and Jiselle.We go into Andre's head.

"What should I do? Sorelli has helped me but what use is that if Jiselle doesn't even do it with me? Who to help. Old friend"He looksat Sorelli."or new play thing?" He gazes at Jiselle.The boquet is tossed. "What's wrong with you Andre? Do the right thing." He than musters all of his strength and shoves Sorelli to the ground.Jiselle catches the boquet and hugs Andre. He simply smiles.
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Meg is trying to pick up the pieces of Erik's broken heart.Problem is that he has no interest in her.

Erik is sitting in the opera house in his box with the Persianwhen Meg sneaks up on him. "Hello Erik." says the ballerina.

Erik doesn't even turn his head. "What are you doing here,Mlle. Giry?"

"I just wanted to accompany you on this lovely summer day. Don't you think that summer time can also be a time of romance and wonder?" answered Meg.

"Yes.The bitter sting of the sun mocking you for having lost your one true love can be quite romantic." said the Phantom sarcastically.

Meg holds her hands behind her back. "So would you like to escort me to the Opera Populaire's annual summer picnic?" asked the girl nervously.

"Certainly not." replies the Opera Ghost calmly and firmly. "I do not care to go any place with you."

He gets up and starts to leave when Meg blocks his way out. "That's all right! We can just...stay inside!" She plops herself on the chair that was previously occupied by Erik.

Erik slaps his forehead. "Meg,you do not seem to understand! I keep on telling you that I am in no way interested in you,and that you have as much as a chance with me as much as Daroga has a chance with Carlotta! Yet here you are thinking that I have interest in you ,and that you actually have a chance!" yells Erik.

Meg's eyes widen. "Did you just say that I have a chance ,and that you are interested?"

The Phantom looks at her in exasperation.He looks over at the Persian for help,but he simply just smiles. He walks over to Meg. "I am sorry mademoiselle,but you have pushed me into a corner.I shall convey my feelings to you in a form of Japanese poetry otherwise known as Haiku."

"You've made a poem for me! How sweet." the ballerina than sits up straight to give Erik her full attention.

Erik clears his throat. " 'My heart aches with pain.When I see you,I vomit.Die away from me.' "

"Ow." comments the Persian.

"Farewell.Parting is such sweet sorrow." says the Phantom sarcastically before he vanishes.

Meg falls back into her chair. "Monsieur le Persian,never before have I heard more hateful words.Why would he want to hurt me like that?" asks the distressed girl.

"Because you are moving too fast Mademoiselle Giry." answered the Persian. "And you have been stalking him."

"I am being serious here!" shouted Meg.

"So am I. You are to Erik what Firmin is to you." explained the ebony skinned man.

Meg cringes in disgust. "Eww! That pervert and I will never be together." The concept hits her. "So Erik and I will never be together." She slumps in sorrow.

The Persian puts a comforting arm over her."It is all right.You just need to be firm.Things will work out."

She lifts her head up. "You are right.I need to be strong!" She rises up but suddenly collapses into the Persian's arms. "I can't be strong! Oh how I wish that my mom could beat him into being with me." lamented Meg.

"Due to his past experiences,I don't think that would be the most wise thing." advised the former head of police.At the glare she gives him he tries to add on. "...But yeah I know that you would like for that to happen."

At the picnic,it is a bit bleak.Erik is standing to the Daroga at a great distance from where the festivities are happening.Meg comes up to them with a young man by her side.

"Hello you two." begins the ballerina. "I just wanted to introduce you to my date Jean." She puts her arm around him and brings him closer. "He has been harassing me for a while to go out with him so I just finally gave in.Jean,this is the Persian,and Erik."

Jean looks at the Daroga and the masked man with a questioningly look on his face. "Hello..." greets the young man uncertainly. "Meg,I'm going to go get you something to drink." He starts to walk off.

She waves him off. "Sure,whatever you want to do."

Erik waits for Jean to be out of ear shot before saying something."So you're with that Jean fellow,are you?"

The ballerina gets excited at this question. "Yes.Why do want to know? Are you jealous?"

"No. If you have choosen to be with him than congratulations.One less burden to worry about." replies Erik calmly. He than walks off towards an isolated part of the forest.

She stares after him with shock all over her face. "Congratulations?"

Later on,Erik is leaning against a tree while Meg is leaning against Jean.She gets up to walk towards the crowd of people when Marie blocks her path.

"Hey Giry.Who's that delicious looking guy you brought with you?" asks the Vicomtesse.

Meg glances back at Jean. "Stay away right now! I just need to use him,but when I'm done you can have him...like usual." She continues walking towards the crowd when Marie stops her once again.

"So are you doing something special with him? Awesome." compliments the older girl.

"There is nothing special happening between us." replies Meg. "I am just using him to make Erik jealous."

"I get it! You are going to let him bed you a couple of times and see if he blows up. I've traveled down that path." says Marie.

The ballerina stares at the Viscountess in shock. "No!" exclaims Meg.

Marie rolls her eyes. "You are so not ready for it anyways.Send him to me when you are done!" commands the girl before walking off.

Back at the trees,Erik is actually talking to Jean.

"So you are with Meg now?" asks Erik.

Jean nods his head. "It's going pretty well.I just can't stand it when she opens her mouth.That's when I tune her out." commented the young man.

Erik nods in agreement. "I know what you mean." Both men start heading towards the group of people.

"The problem is that she always talks! But if I can get her to put out,than I think that it will be all worth it.I mean ,she is pretty flexible,if you catch my drift." said Jean a bit sleezily.

Erik stops dead in his tracks and faces Jean. "Hmmm.I am not sure that would be the wisest thing to do.Meg is still young.I don't think that she has been with anyone ,so..."

Jean holds his arms out. "No big shocker.I mean she is a bit of an airhead.She can be a bit bitchy too."

"Oh really." says the Phantom coldly. Suddenly he flings an arm out and punches Jean out cold.

Meg had only been a few feet away and so she had seen the whole thing. "Mon Dieu! Erik,what happened?"

Erik looked from his fist,to Meg,to the unconscious Jean. "He..jerk...airhead...insults...I didn't do anything!" said the Ghost defensively.

Meg's eyes widen in realization. "Jean called me an airhead,and you protected my honor by punching him!" exclaimed the ballerina ecstatically.

"Uhh...NO!" lies the genius.

"LIAR! I am an airhead ,and everyone knows it! Just admit that you love me." says Meg.She starts to stare at Erik ,and he magically turns into a knight upon a horse.

Somehow Erik is able to read her mind. "Stop looking at me like that! I am not this person!" He gestures at his attire and the horse. "Great." mutters the man darkly.

Later on in the day,Erik is pacing around the forest when the Persian approaches him.

"Erik,I saw what happened. So that Jean fellow was trying to put the moves on that girl of yours." stated the Persian.

Erik gives him a murderous look."Girl of MINE!" shouts the Phantom.

"Why of course.It is still that litte ballerina girl? The one whose mother is the ballet instructor? Meg Giry?" questions the former chief of police.

"She is in no way mine." declared Erik.

"Are you sure?"

"YES! She is a part of the opera house,which will constantly remind me of my angel.She is coming on to me too quickly.AND she is blonde,just like that idiotic boy who took Christine from me." listed Erik. "She is basically everything that I hate."

"Erik,you hate mostly everything.And some of those things that you listed are things which you love deeply." replied his friend.

"I still could not come to even have the slightest feelings for her. If I do than just strangle me with my own lasso."

"All right than." the Persian than reached for a lasso that he conveniently carried on his person and started to walk towards Erik.

Erik gives him a death glare before the Persian can do anything more. "Daroga,you are of no help." He than storms off in search of Meg.When he finds her,he grabs her arm and drags her off.

"Where are you taking me?" asks the girl who is a bit frightened.

"I am taking you on a date." replied the Phantom through gritted teeth.

Meg rips her arm out of his grip and races in front of him. "Really? It is a summer's day miracle!" She thrusts her arms upward in thanks.

"Yeah,yeah.Just come along now and shut up."

Now it is night time,and the couple are sitting on a grassy hill just staring at the sky.

Meg sighs in delight. "This is the best date ever."

"Meg,until now, we haven't spoken for about 2 hours." replied Erik.

"Silence can be golden.Anyways,I understand how you work." declared the ballerina.

Erik arches his eyebrow critically. "You understand me,do you?"

"Entirely.There you are sitting and gazing at me with longing in your eyes.You are probably thinking, 'I am with this girl who is so interested in me.And she is so ravishing.' Than you are going to wonder, 'How can I reveal my feelings to her when everyone that I have loved has left me? Is there anyone left that is willing to love me?' Well you are Erik...you are." states Meg rather firmly.

The Phantom stares at her for a few seconds before lowering his head into his hands.Sobbing noises are soon heard.

The dancer puts a comforting arm around him. "Just release,Erik.I am here." She starts rubbing his back.

"Okay." says Erik.He than lifts his head to show that he was just pretending to cry. He than blows a raspberry in Meg's face and starts laughing.

"Ugh! Fine,you win! Just take me home." demanded the young girl.

Erik stops laughing when he sees how depressed she is. "I'm sorry Meg.I promise that I won't pull any more of those little stunts."

"Thank you." She than takes his arm and drapes it around herself.

"Fine." says the masked man in surrender.

Even later on in the night.Meg and Erik are still sitting on the grassy hill.

Meg looks over at Erik. "So..this wonderful evening is almost over..."

"I know.It's such a pity." said the Opera Ghost sarcastically.At the ballerina's harsh look he withdraws the statement. "Just kidding.It was not that horrible."

The two than stare at each other for while.Than Meg leanstoward Erik and begins to kiss him on the lips.They start out awkwardly than it gets passionate.Just when Erik was getting into it,Meg stops and pulls away."That was strange. I felt absolutely nothing." She rubs her lips in consideration.

Erik stares at her in amazement. "Nothing?"

"Nada.Zilch.Zip." replied the ballerina. "It was exciting and stuff,but I just didn't feel it.Why did you feel something?"

The Phantom looks at her hesitantly. "Well...I gues...uh...No. No,I felt nothing." stumbled the still shocked man.

Meg looks at the view. "Appears you were right.Like usual.So what do we do now?"

Erik places a hand around her. "You know,I am not totally opposed to...making ourselves comfortable here.If you know what I'm saying." hints thedisfigured man seductively.

Meg slaps his hand away. "You pig! As nice as that proposition sounds I do not intend to go to bed with someone on a grassy hill! Take me home and than we'll talk."
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A/N-Well this is the last update for four days.I will be gone,and unable to reach a computer so I hoped you liked this.