Max: It's me again!
Christine: And me too! LAAAA!
Erik: Your voice is lovely as always.
Christine: Awww… thanks Erik! LALALALALA!
Max: I have good news!
Erik: You might actually get a boyfriend?
Max: … I'm not answering that. Huh, why should you care?
Erik: Considering that at the moment I have no managers to pester, no prima donnas to make into toads, and no fops to kill, my only entertainment comes from bothering you.
Max: But I let you compose and flirt with Christine!
Erik: True… but I can hardly say that a piano keyboard can satisfy my needs to compose my dark arts. And what do you speak of this "flirting"?
Max: I…well… right….you're from a different time. I um… let you and Christine talk in a romantic way…..?
Erik: You let me, but she doesn't. That's a world of difference mon ami.
Max: Do you wanna hear my good news or not.
Christine: Did that guy ask you out?
Max: Why is everyone assuming that this has something to do with a guy? This has NOTHING to do with a guy! Wait… what guy, Christine?
Christine: The one that you always tell me about when you come home from school.
Max: OOHHH! Heh, him… you mean the one that reminds me of Erik?
Christine: Yes! They should really meet, you know.
Erik: Oh joy.
Max: HE SAYS THAT TOO!
Erik: Says what?
Max: He says "oh joy" in a sarcastic way like you just did!
Erik: ….. Should I really care?
Max: You cared last week!
Erik: I did until you explained that he doesn't have a death's head or a deformed face or smell of death or an interest in architecture.
Max: But he's obsessed with music and he sometimes has this murderous look!
Christine: Now, Max, you aren't hanging around someone who has urges to hurt anyone, right?
Max: Heck no! He wouldn't hurt a fly! He just goofs around in a murderous rage thing….
Erik: Too immature to be me. Wait; is he in love with any sopranos?
Max: No, he's not obsessed with me.
Erik: I said "in love" not "obsessed"!
Max: For you, those words are one and the same.
Christine: You're a soprano?
Max: Alto-soprano. I'm going to have to take lessons someday to get that straightened out.
Erik: Sing.
Max: What? What do you want me to sing?
Erik: The Phantom of the Opera.
Max: But I can't-
Erik: Sing for me.
Max: Um…..In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came, that voice which calls to me and speaks my name. And do I dream again, for now I find, the Phantom of the Opera is there, inside my mind.
Erik: Sing once again with me, our strange duet, my power over you grows stronger yet. And though you turn from me to glance behind, the Phantom of the Opera is there, inside your mind.
Christine: Those who have seen your face draw back in fear; I am the mask you wear.
Erik: It's me they hear
Max, Christine, and Erik: Your/my spirit and my/your voice in one combined. The Phantom of the Opera is there, inside your mind.
Max: Okay, we can stop now.
Erik: Sing for me.
Max: Are you talking to me or Christine?
Erik: Sing for me.
Max: uh…. Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!
Erik: Sing for me!
Max: Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!
Erik: Sing! My angel of music!
Max: What…?
Erik: Yes you!
Max: AH, AH, AH, AH, AH, AH!
Erik: SING FOR ME!
Max: AHHHHHHH, AHHHHHH!
Erik: SSSIIIIIINNNNNGGGG FFFOOORRRR MMMEEEEE!
Max: AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
-Max begins coughing and sputtering, though Erik hardly notices this-
Christine: That was intense.
Max: Yea.
Erik: Does your throat hurt?
Max: No, of course not. You only managed to have me almost break a vocal cord or something… gosh I thought you knew what you were talking about when it came to music! Ouch.
Erik: Oh, well if that's all- I KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT WHEN IT COMES TO MUSIC!
Max: You probably do, unless it leads to straining someone's voice.
Erik: I did not strain your voice!
Max: *coughs*
Erik: That was your own fault.
Max: Not really, considering that you kept making me go higher when you knew that I couldn't go higher without hurting myself. There's no point in arguing with me: I'm as stubborn as you and you probably don't want to have Christine see you argue with her friend. *coughing fit*
Erik: …. What was your good news?
-Max gets out a piece of paper since her voice is still really sore and writes it down for him. Erik gets out old man glasses and reads the paper aloud-
Erik: Ahem, twelve more Phanfictions this week. Oh! That's good! I think…
Christine: Yes it is good! Congratulations!
Max: * In a raspy voice*Thank you.
Erik: So… what about that one-shot that you wrote about me? Can I read it?
Max: Well… oh, what the heck, everyone else on Fanfiction read it already, so why not you?
-Max logs onto the site and finds Don Juan NOT So Triumphant in the archive. She clicks it and shows it to Erik. She also shows him how to scroll up and down on a computer-
Erik: Hmm, this seems interesting…
Christine: Can I read it?
Max: Later.
-Erik begins reading it-
Erik: What the heck is that fop planning?
Max: …. I'm not giving it away.
-Erik goes back to reading, but then looks up at Max again-
Erik: This is the costume from the musical, not the movie?
Max: Yes, because the musical was better than the movie.
Erik: Darnet.
Max: *Surprised* Apparently, he liked the movie costume.
Erik: No, I just liked the cape. The mask didn't cover enough of my accursed face. THE CAPE WAS EPIC!
-Goes back to reading the story-
Max: Oh… okay- where the heck did he learn the word "epic"?
Christine: I think it was from you.
Max: Oh, right. I do say that word quite a bit.
-Erik looks up again-
Erik: Is this just supposed to be restating what already happened the night of Don Juan, because if it is, then I'll just be really annoyed with you for bringing up bad memories.
Max: Don't worry, you're fine.
-He reads about another paragraph and looks up-
Erik: Why does it say "The woman onstage"? We all know it is Christine!
Max: I'm not answering that.
-Erik doesn't make any more comments; much to Max's little sanity. His face twists into different emotions while reading it and looks up in a rage, throwing the computer onto the bed as he gets up-
Erik: No! That fop is stupid! Why would he do that?
Max: You just said it. He's stupid.
Erik: But that doesn't make sense how he came up with such an elaborate plan…
Max: Dude, chill, it's a story.
Erik: Well, so is my life! The least you could have done was have Christine kiss me passionately!
Max: But that happens later! The rest is based off what happens next in the musical! Didn't you read the author's note?
Erik: Why should I? You're right here!
Max: True.
Erik: Honestly, woman! Why would you torture me so by writing that! I mean the very thought of singing with-
Max: SSHHHH! You'll give it away to Christine!
Christine: Can I read it now?
-Erik shoves computer over to Christine, flaming angry, though not at her, but at Max-
Erik: Yes, see how this girl over here tortures me.
Christine: Oh ok. Finally I get to read Max's writing!
-Christine reads Don Juan NOT Triumphant on Max's laptop. She doesn't comment at all. Erik and Max don't say anything, waiting in anticipation for her to finish. Finally she gives the computer back to Max with tears in her eyes-
Christine: Erik, I'm so sorry.
Erik: Sorry, about what? As Maxniss already said, this is only something from her mind, my dear. It isn't real.
Christine: I know, my angel, but what I really did to you was much worse. I let you think that you had me when you didn't. And then I kissed you… and….
-Christine sobs. Erik awkwardly hugs her-
Erik: Shhh, everything will be alright. Your fop will be here shortly and take you away from this monster soon.
Christine: No, Erik! You're not a monster! I've told you that a thousand times!
Erik: For once, I wasn't speaking in third person. I was speaking of Max. She made you sad.
-Erik glares at Max-
Max: Gosh, why do you always blame everything on me, Erik?
-Erik ignores Maxniss since he doesn't feel like explaining in front of Christine. Christine, feeling guilty, resolves to singing for her angel once more-
Christine: It won't be easy
You'll think it strange
When I try to explain how I feel
That I still need your love
After all that I've done
You won't believe me
All you will see
Is a girl you once knew
Although she's dressed up to the nines
At sixes and sevens with you
I had to let it happen
I had to change
Couldn't stay all my life down at heel
Looking out of the window
Staying out of the sun
So I chose freedom
Running around trying everything new
But nothing impressed me at all
I never expected it too
Don't cry for me Opera Ghost
The truth is I never left you
All through my wild days
My mad existence
I kept my promise
Don't keep your distance
Erik: And as for fortune and as for fame
I never invited them in
Though it seemed to the world
They were all I desired
They are illusions
They're not the solutions
They promise to be
The answer was here all the time
I love you and hope you love me
Don't cry for me Christine Daae
Christine: Don't cry for me Opera Ghost
The truth is I never left you
All through my wild days
My mad existence
I kept my promise
Don't keep your distance
Have I said too much?
Erik: There's nothing more I can think of to say to you
Erik and Christine: But all you have to do
Is look at me to know
That every word is true
-Max applauds and stands up since she was sitting on her bed-
Max: Bravo! Great job using "Don't Cry for Me Argentina" and replacing it with your own words! Brava!
-Erik and Christine look at Max blankly-
Erik: Oh yes, you're still here.
Max: How the heck did you forget that? I was sitting here the whole time!
Christine: It is okay, Max. You said so before, you never had real music lessons. So you can't understand getting lost in the music.
Erik: What are you talking about using this song "Don't Cry for Me Argentina"? We made that up ourselves!
Max: Well… actually no. Andrew Lloyd Webber and Tim Rice made it up. Maybe it's because you were also partly Webber's creation that you sang it…
Erik: Ugh! Webber! He tried to claim us when we already belonged to Leroux! I mean, Christine's hair is BLONDE!
-Erik strokes Christine's hair lovingly-
Max: Ahem, right – probably not a good idea to tell them that I like the brown curly hair better.
Christine: I heard that!
Max: Well, anyway… Next week we're going back to 1870 through the magic piano keyboard time portal to visit Raoul. So anyway, write stories! Please!
Christine: Oh and review!
-Erik kisses Christine-
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Max: Guys, seriously, not in my room! Like, kiss in front of the fop or something, but seriously? There are children reading this! Maybe…
-They hardly break away from the kiss-
Erik: Uh-huh
Christine: Mmhmm
Max: Must be nice. Have fun kissing. Do you realize, Christine that it's adultery to be kissing him?
Christine: … I didn't marry Raoul yet.
Max: Oh, okay, you're fine then.
-They continue kissing because they could honestly care less about what Max is saying at this moment-
Max: So anyway, since I can't really get them to stop kissing, review! And write stories! We need to stay ahead of Warriors and try to catch up to Maximum Ride! Thanks!