ANGEL OF MUSIC WITH ERIK TALKING MORE AND CHRISTINE A LITTLE, MEG...WE'LL JUST SEE AS WE GO ALONG!

Meg:Where in the world

Chritsine:Paris, France

Meg:Have you been hiding

Christine:Right here, duh!

Meg:Really you were perfect

Christine:Well, no duh! Couldn't you tell by the applause and standing ovation!

Meg:I only wish

Christine:Wish what? That you were as hot as me!

Meg:I knew your secret

Christine:How do you know I have a secret...shhh...don't tell anyone

Meg:Who is your great tutor

Christine:I will not answer that by speaking, I will answer by song, Father once spoke of an angel

Meg:Well yah, 'once spoke'. he's dead or don't you remember

Christine:I used to dream he'd appear

Meg:What do ya mean by 'used to'

Christine:Now as I sing I can sence him

Meg:How is that possible. You aren't super human.

Christine:And I know he's here

Meg:Really, where?

Christine:Here in this room

Meg:If he is, he's sure a good hider

Christine:He calls me softly

Meg:Well, I can't hear him and if you can, you must be super human

Christine:Somewhere inside hiding

Meg:He's hiding inside, yah, that's already been established

Christine:Somehow I know he's always with me

Meg:How? What does do hide under your skirt

Christine:He the unseen genius

Meg:Oooo! He's a genius! Wow! And he's unseen! That's dumb! Christine, are you on drugs!

Christine:It's your turn to sing moron!

Meg:Okay. Christine you must have been dreaming

Christine:No, it seemed pretty real, so it must have been real

Meg:Stories like this can't come true

Christine:How would you know you stupid blonde

Meg:Christine your talking in riddles

Christine:That's how I confuse your puny little mind

Meg:And it's not like you

Christine:Who cares

Meg:Now it's your turn to sing again you retard1 NAH NAH!

Christine:Shut up and let me sing...Angel of music, guide and guardian

Meg:But my mom is your guardian not some weird angel

Christine:Grant to me your glory

Meg:Who is this angel this

Christine/Meg:Angel of music hide no longer secret and strange angel

Meg:Yah, he's very very very strange

Christine:He's with me even now

Meg:Your hands are cold and your crazy

Christine:All around me

Meg:You face, Christine it's white from where you've been smoking pot

Christine:It frightens me

Meg:Well, smoking pot should frighten you, you could die you idiot

(low note at end)

Raoul:Little Lotte let her mind wander

Christine:I was a child, all kids' minds wander at some point

Raoul:Little Lotte thought

Fop Hunter:You know what...I hate this part so we'll just skip to the mirror. Okay? Okay. Next scene please!

Erik:Insolent boy, this slave of fashion

Christine:I believe you, he only wears the latest style. He's retarded.

Erik:Basking in your glory

Christine:That little turd. This is my time to shine not his!

Erik:TURD? That's a good one, I'll have to right that down. (shows Erik writing 'TURD' on the palm of his hand)

Christine:Well, thank you. I've always had a weird vocabulary.

Erik:Ignorant fool, this brave young suitor

Christine:Hey, Erik. Where do babies come from?

Erik:(looks confused) Ummmm! What does this have to do with this song?

Christine:Nothing I suppose but I was just wondering. I mean, you're a genius and all so I was hoping you'd know. Tell me, please! (pouts)

Erik:Oooookkkkaaaaayyyyy! (thinks to himself) This wasn't in the job description.

Donkey (from Shrek):Maybe it's a perk!

Erik:Oh! Why thank you annoying little beast that is friends with Shrek.

Donkey:No problem cause I will always be here to...

Erik:That's enough Donkey unless you'd like to explain where babies come from to the dunce outside the mirror.

Donkey:I'm gone! (runs off leaving a cloud of smoke in the shape of himself)

Erik:(clears trhoat) Well, you see, Christine, when a mommy and daddy love each other very much they...ummm. The stork comes, okay?

Christine:Oooooo! The stork brings the baby?

Erik:Yah! (starts beating his head against the wall)

Madame Giry:(walks out) Can we go on with the song before Erik kills himself for being asked to explain where babies come from?

Raoul:Wait! I wanna know where babies come from! (he comes rushing in to Christine's dressing room)

Erik:Raoul, god dangit! Get the f#$ out before I kick you in your knads.

Raoul:(in the words of Dustin, my friend who is an ignorant drummer) But I ain't got no ding-a-ling part!

Erik and everyone else stare at him as his words echo all over the opera house.

Erik:That's just not right! Not only is he a pansy but he's a woman. Ha ha! Christine! You're a lesbian!

Christine:No I'm not! I had no idea he was gender challenged.

Raoul:Actually, I don't have lady parts either.

Everyone stares at him again as his words echo all over the opera house again.

Erik:That's wronger than wrong. That is supercalifragilisticespialidocous wrong. Christine you like an 'it'!

Christine:OMG! I think I'm gonna be sick. (runs off and pukes in the hallway)

Raoul:(smiles proudly)

Erik:I hate 'its'. (pulls out lasso and gives an evil grin)

Raoul:No! Please! Your so sexy, Erik. I love you. And you wouldn't hurt your admirer would you?

Erik:(goes wide eyed and walks over and stands up in the chair and ties his lasso to the hook on the ceiling)

Madame Giry: Erik! What are you doing?

Erik:Oh I'm just going to kill myself before the it tries to rape me. Bye bye Madame. (this is from White Chicks)

Madame:(throws a book and hits erik in the head) Get down from there.

Erik:Oh! I'll kill myself later.

Madame Giry:(sits down on a chair and motions for Erik) Come here Erik.

Erik:(looks confused) Whyyyyyyyy?

Madame:(pulls out a belt)

Erik:Oh heck no! I ain't gettin another a$$ whippin. Why am I gettin a a$$ whippin?

Madame:It's for tryin to kill yourself (she yanks erik down and throws him over her lap and starts beatin him with the belt)

Erik:My...OUCH...life...OUCH...SUCKS...OOOOOUUUUUCCCCCHHHHH!

Madame:Okay now you can go on with your song

Erik:Ignorant fool, this brave young suitor. Sharing in my triumph.

Christine:Angel I hear you

Erik:I hope so! Is my microphone on. (taps on mic.)

Christine:Speak I listen

Erik:I'm speaking

Christine:Stay by my side guide me

Erik:Sorry, I was instructed to stay behind the mirror

Christine:Angel my soul was weak forgive me enter atlast master

Erik:(stops fiddling with the mic.)Oh! Okay! It's my turn. Flattering child you shall know me

Christine:This time period 'know' or the Bible version 'know'?

Erik:See why in shadow I hide

Christine:Okay

Erik:Look at your face in the mirror

Christine:I'm looking

Erik:I am there inside

Christine:Awesome! ANgel of music guide and guardian grant to me your glory

Erik:Ha! She' so stupid! She thinks I'm an angel! Hahahaha!

Christine:Angel of music hide no longer, come to me strange angel

Erik: I am your angel of music (turns on beavus and butthead and starts eating a bowl of popcorn in a la-z-boy recliner) Come to me angel of music. I am your angel of music, come to me angel of mus...(notices the dumb look on christine's face)hahahahahaha!

Christine:WHat was that all about

Erik:Hahahaha! You look like a retard. I mean, you just have this dumb look on your face. It's hilarious

Christine:(starts crying)

Erik:Oh lord! How am I gonna get her to shut up. (Get's idea) I know! Christine, wanna come watch beavus and butthead:the next generation starring jessie and dustin who are friends with Fop Hunter who is also known as THE WRITER!

Christine:Okay! (walks into the passage with erik and sits in his lap and eats popcorn with him as the episode entitled 'Tainted Meat' comes on.)

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