I don't own POTO. But POTO is gonna PWN this Chapter!
Chapter 8: Notes and Rats are like bread and butter...
By PittsBurghFuzz
The managers were scurrying around as they were trying to assemble a cast and orchestra that would satisfy their ghostly boss.
"Andre! Have you seen what he wants?" Firman asked Andre.
Andre read the note:
My dear managers,
I request that you cast Ms. Christine Daae in the lead role. I find that her sense of youth and innocence would be perfect for the role, and make a good opposite to the character of Don Juan. I would also request that the role of Don Juan would be played by Piangi. This may be a risk, but if it goes well I will not care. However, if you do not give him the proper vocal training, then, well, let us not have another chandelier. Carlotta is also to have another minor role, which will be mad evident in my other notes and orchestrations. I also request that you use the money you have not paid me in investing in this production. If you have any questions, feel free to send a note through the loyal Madame Giry.
Your obedient friend,
El Angel
"What is this ghost's obsession with this soprano all about?" Andre asked Firman.
"I don't know, but we if we dare refuse his requests-" Firman was interrupted by Carlotta.
"Where is Christine Daae? I would like to give her a piece of my mind!" Carlotta yelled.
"What is it now Carlotta?" Andre asked the diva.
"I would like to ask why I am not given the lead role in this garbage?" Carlotta cried.
Christine appeared at the wrong place at the wrong time.
"Ah, its out little flower! I would like to know what brought you to have the courage to send me this note!" Carlotta roared at Christine.
"What are you talking about?" Raoul said as he approached the scene.
"Oh, so it is the vicomte! No, he would not help such a vile wench."
Carlotta did not choose her words carefully.
"What did I hear the damned toad just croak?" the voice of Erik roared.
"She did not mean it sir." Andre said trying to avoid the monster's wrath.
"Sorry Andre, I cannot handle this, this, whorish woman anymore! If you do not make this damned toad stop croaking, then I will not be responsible for what happens to this wench!"
"Such a rude specter to insult a woman." Carlotta said to Erik.
"You would correct... if you were considered a lady! You such a vile diva, I would love to kill you now, but who will play the whorish woman as well as you can in Don Juan? I feel very sorry for your husband Piangi. He is such an idiot, but I do feel sorry for him. Maybe you should tell him about your little affair Carlotta! Yes, that would be hilarious! The affair that resulted in the bastard child of the vicomte! Yes de Chagny, I did know about your little affair all along. You thought I had not limits? Please, the only thing stronger than I is God! The real reason why you went to the cemetery is to drown your child created from that relationship united by Satan!" Erik laughed and his voice seemed to wither away into a disturbing silence.
Christine ran away from the scene and went to her dressing room. She locked the door and started to cry. Her childhood sweetheart, her childhood friend had a child with Carlotta! She heard a knock at the door but refused to answer it.
"Its Madame Giry Christine!" she called out.
Christine stopped crying and opened the door to the old woman.
"I have a note for you." she told the weeping Christine.
Madame Giry left the room and Christine opened the note. She expected an apology from Raoul, but this was a note from Erik.
Dear Christine,
I am terribly sorry for my outburst, if you can ever forgive me, I would be eternally grateful. If you don't, I do understand. I am very sad to say that everything I have said is all true. (Carlotta really didn't take a leave of absence because of her voice, which is pretty bad). I also wanted to take the time in addressing something to you Christine. In these last few months, I have never been so happy and upset in my life of fifty years. Happy, because of the light of hope that you gave me, and upset, because of the damned de Chagny boy. If you request of my services, I will be more than happy to appear for you.
Your Angel of Music,
Erik.
Christine smiled when she read the letter.
"Yes," she said to herself, "he loves me!"
Raoul was sulking around the opera after that fiasco about Erik.
"Damn that freak!" Raoul said to himself. "Damn him to hell!"
Raoul pounded his fists into the wall. Nadir walked past Raoul and saw how mad he was at himself.
"It appears Erik was right." Nadir said to himself.
Carlotta went to her dressing room for a quick breather. All of a sudden, a tall figure walked into the room carrying a box.
"Good evening." he said. It was the Phantom.
"What do you want?" Carlotta said as she sat down.
The Phantom walked over to Carlotta and opened the box and poured black things all over her. Rats!
Carlotta was screaming for help, but to no avail. The managers appeared minutes later to help their Prima Donna.
Raoul was then thinking to himself about what he was going to do about the Phantom or "Erik" as Christine affectionately calls him. Raoul decided to throw in his trump card, his connections with the police! He was going to have them police surround the venue and capture, or possibly kill the earthly specter. He knew that the managers did not believe what the Phantom told them was true, so he would still be able to keep his seat. The disaster was to be Erik's.
