Edward was in ecstasy. He thought Christine looked a bit old for seventeen, but all the same, her voice made him feel light-headed. Overall, the play had been excessively delightful.
Edward tore his eyes away from the Phantom and at last, drank in the sight of the viewers. In box six, there sat an old, ugly, toad-like man.
Edward immediately became confused. "It can't... it can't be Andrew? Andrew Lloyd Webber? What the hell is he doing here? Wait... Phantom of the Opera came out in, what was it? The 80's or something. Why is it playing in 1900?"
The voice of the magical cat filled Edward's mind. "Oh yes, that's Andrew all right. He's a vampire, and has been for about 2000 years. He wrote Phantom of the Opera in the 19th century and it came out in the 20th century. No one liked it, thus Andrew performed some sweet forgetful magicks!"
"Um ... awesome?" Edward said.
"I thought so," the cat smirked to itself. "Sit back and enjoy the show, Edward."
Edward's soul began to flood with dread. A familiar, alluring tune was coming from the orchestra pit ... but he wasn't watching the play.
He was the watching the most sexual tension-filled rendition of 'The Point of No Return' performed by his parents. But there, in the plush, secluded box, his parents were going past the point of no return.
Laboured breathing once again reached Edward's ears. His eyes were wide open, courtesy of the cat, and the most hideous play was being performed, right there, in box five. Edward was being conceived.
On the stage, Christine and
the Phantom were singing:
Past
the point of no return,
The final threshold,
The bridge is
crossed, so stand and watch it burn...
The music vibrated through Edward's body and for a brief moment, he forgot to watch himself being conceived. He lost himself, and his thoughts faded away. Sexual feelings built and no one but the pleasured Edward ghost knew what was happening in box five.
His mother murmured under her breath, and at the sound, Edward was brought back to reality.
Christine was imagining her and the Phantom's bodies entwining, but what was happening in front of Edward was far beyond the soprano's wildest fantasies. He stood and watched, transfixed. His original revulsion was beginning to melt away as the song began to reach its climax.
Edward had always wanted to know his parents, and now, he truly knew them. He knew how passionately they had loved each other. They must have had the most amazing relationship, and it must have been heartbreaking for his mother when his father had died.
"Edward," whispered the cat, "it's time to return."
Edward took one last look at the orgasmic scene before him before letting the cat's magic take him ...