MUSIC OF THE NIGHT EXCEPT CHRISTINE IS SILENT!

Erik:Night time sharpens

Christine:How does night time sharpen?

Erik:Heightens each sensation

Christine:What exactly do you mean by that?

Erik:Darkness stirs and wakes imagination

Christine:I'm still confused on how that would happen. Does night time have have a giant spoon that it stirs with and then hits you on the head to make your imagination wake up?

Erik:Silently the senses

Christine:What about 'em?

Erik:Abandon their defences

Christine:I didn't know the senses had defences. Awesome!

Erik:Why are you so stupid?

Christine:You have to sing again!

Erik:Oh! Slowly, gently

Christine:What?

Erik:Night unfurls its splendour

Christine:I can't wait to see that!

Erik:Grasp it

Christine:How am I supposed to do that when it isn't a solid object?

Erik:Sense it

Christine:Oh! Oh! I can do that! When the sun disappears that means it's night time! Cool! I actually understood something you said! Yaaaaahhhhhhhh!

Erik:Tremulous and tender

Christine:Erik, sweety, you've lost me with that big word!

Erik:Turn your face away

Christine:Okay, but I don't know why you would want me to turn away from you.

Erik:From the garish light of day

Christine:From the light? But I can't help it, it's so beautiful! (Christine walks into a giant bug zapper)

Erik:Turn your thoughts away from cold unfeeling light

Christine:Ummmm! But when I'm in the light, I feel all warm and stuff! So how is it unfeeling and cold? (she reappears with her hair sticking up all over the place and her face and night clothes are cover with black blotches where she got zapped)

Erik:And listen to the music of the night!

Christine:I can do that! I can hear all of the instruments playing the melody and counter melodies to your song and I hear you singing! That's simple!

Erik:Close your eyes

Christine:Anything for you hot stuff!

Erik:And surrender to your darkest dreams!

Christine:Well...okay! But aren't my darkest dreams nightmares?

Erik:Purge all thoughts of the life you knew before!

Christine:They're long gone babe!

Erik:Close you eyes

Christine:They've been closed since you ordered me to earlier

Erik:Let your spirit start to soar!

Christine:Wow! (Christine starts smoking a joint) I'm high so does that count as your spirit soaring?

Erik:And you'll live as you never lived before.

Christine:I sure will, I'll be livin with you! That I have never done before!

Erik:Softly,

Christine:Alrighty!

Erik:Deftly

Christine:I didn't know the music of the night couldn't hear

Erik:Music shall caress you.

Christine:I didn't know music could caress you but I know that's what you're doin!

Erik:Hear it

Christine:I can hear it very well. I can even hear the piano playing in the back wit the percussion!

Erik:Feel it

Christine:But it's an inadimit object! You can't touch it!

Erik:Secretly possess you. Wait did you just use a big word?

Christine:Yah, I did! I'm not that stupid! Possess me, you mean it'll make me do everything it wants? Oh my gosh! Help! The music of the night is tryin to rape me!

Erik:That's the point! Open up your mind!

Christine:You want me to cut my head open!

Erik:Let your fantasies unwind!

Christine:You want to perform brain surgery just to see what I fantasize about! That's none of your business!

Erik:In this darkness which you know cannot fight!

Christine:Well, duh! I can't see it or touch it! Of course I can't fight it!

Erik:The darkness of the music of the night!

Christine:Well, you said it's the music of the NIGHT! Of course it's dark!

Erik:Let your mind start a journey through a strange new world!

Christine:Really, how do I get there!

Erik:Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before!

Christine:Why! Is this one of those trips where you have to pack lightly?

Erik:Let your soul take you where you long to be!

Christine:How do you know where I long to be! Maybe I long to be with Raoul!

Erik:...

Christine:I'm sorry, please finish your song! It's superb and I want to hear the rest! Please! I take back that thing about Raoul! Please continue!

Erik:Fine! But if I catch you around Raoul there will be hell to pay! Only then can you belong to me!

Christine:I already belong to you! Take me I'm yours!

Erik:Floating

Christine:That's what I feel like when I'm high!

Erik:Falling

Christine:That's what I feel like when I come of a high

Erik:...Okay! Sweet intoxication!

Christine:Oh now your gonna try to get me drunk! Just pass me a smoke!

Erik:Touch me

Christine:Wow! You shaved! What type of razor did you use! I hope it was a Mac! Well whatever it was your face feels so smooth, I could just rub your cheek forever!

Erik:Trust me...it was that stuff from that commercial where it shows that guy being rubbed by that womans hands! It really works! I'm thinking about doing my entire head like this!

Christine:I trust you, gosh, your face is so freakin smooth! I love it!

Erik:Savour each sensation

Christine:Yah, I'm savouring it! Keep singing darling!

Erik:Let the dream begin

Christine:I've been dreaming about this!

Erik:Let your darker side give in

Christine:Fine! Keep singing! Your voice is more entrancing than a special chocolate filled donut from that place that the Americans set up. The Krispy Kreme donut place! The Americans are geniuses!

Erik:I thought I was the genius!

Christine:Oh you are, when it comes to music and architecture. But the Americans are awesome with Krispy Kreme! Oh! And also for MacDonalds and Burger King! Oooo! And Sonic! And Arbies!

Erik:...I'm so underappreciated! To the power of the music that I write!

Christine:You write the music of the night?

Erik:The power of the music of the music of the night!

Christine:Wat in the world? Is that like a giant Barbie doll? Good grief, she looks just like me! (she faints)

Erik: (carries her to bed and tosses her in carelessly) You alone can make my song take flight! Help me make the music of the niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhttttttttttttttttttttttt!

I hope I gave you a concussion you stupid whore! I'm the genius, not the Americans!

Americans:Don't make us come over there and get the whoopin on you stupid french people. It's like we Americans say, the French are lovers not fighters!

Erik:Well, atleast we haven't had a civil war!

Americans:Hey, atleast we aren't always fighting with the British like yall! We fought 'em twice and kicked there (bleep) ing (bleeps). How ya like them apples!

Erik:(rolls eyes) Americans!

Americans: (pounce on him) Your gonna regret that! (pretty french girl walks by) Oooo! I got dibs on her! (they all run after her)

Erik:...Whatever!

READ AND REVIEW! THIS IS NOT A DRIL! I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL! READ AND REVIEW BECAUSE MY COMEDIES DO FARELY WELL AND I WAS TOLD TO KEEP WRITIN 'EM CAUSE THEY ARE MY THANG, AS SOMEONE ONE SAID! MWAHAHAHAHA!