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A/N: Once more, Elise's POV. We'll get back to Andrew eventually, but 2 other people next. Enjoy! Thanks for your reviews!

Showstopper

Chapter 4 – Monkey Business

What's her problem?

WHOA!
Marisa gasped as I tripped backward over Andrew's foot and landed in his arms.
"I like it! Christine unplugged." he said
"Thank you," I said flatly, trying hard not to grit my teeth. "What are all of you doing here?" I asked, standing up slowly and glancing around at the group of Andrew's 'followers'.
"Just as Marshall said, 'an hour meeting after school to get acquainted'," he said, "and we're just getting started, hon."
"That's what you think," I said, pushing him aside.
"Okay people! Let's go!" said a slightly disgruntled Mr. Marshall. "We've got a lot to do, and we only have an hour, so let's get started with the introductions, shall we?" "Why didn't you scream, or stop the music or anything?" I whispered hoarsely to Marisa as we made our way upstage to sit down.
"Hey you're in one piece, I wouldn't be complaining!" Kendall said
"Okay chorus! Center stage!" Marshall said, backing up so close to the edge of the stage he almost fell into the safety net above the orchestra pit.
"Bye," Kendall said as she walked away, leaving a space between me and some guy I'd never seen before.
"Hey Risa, who's he?" I whispered.
"No idea," she replied.
One by one Marshall called out names of chorus members as they walked across the stage in front of us. Most of the chorus was part of the "Broadway-hopefuls" group doing a spin, bow, or even a back flip when crossing the stage.
"Kendall Coeur!" Marshall yelled. Kendall walked out, struck a tasteful pose, then burst out laughing. I couldn't help but clap for her; she was so happy it was contagious.
"Okay principles! Center stage! Chorus take backstage!"
"Good luck you guys!" Kendall said as she passed me.
"You may or may not need it." Marisa said to me.
"Need what?" I asked.
"Joelle! Madame Giry!"
A girl with short dark hair and a cocked eyebrow walked across the stage.
"Meg Giry! Marisa Monticello!"
Marisa walked across the stage smiling. She looked like she was holding back the temptation to wave.
"Andre and Firmin! Jeff and Nick!"
Okay, now this is getting boring.
"Carlotta! Maurine Gilmore!"
Perfect! She will definitely make the "Broadway-hopefuls" proud.
"Raoul de Chagny! Matthew Portabello!"
I perked up as the same guy whom I was inquiring about walked across the stage, his blue eyes glittering.
"Christine Daae! Elise Garnierai!"
I stepped out on the stage but before I could take a bow, I noticed something going on in the wings above.
"The ominous Phantom of the Opera! Andrew!" Marshall smiled. It was sick how proud he was.
Andrew walked out on stage but before anyone could really see him all of the lights went dark.
"Hey! Turn those lights back on, techies!" he said angrily.
The red lights flashed on full power, as if by voice command.
What the heck?
"Ooooh! C'est le Fantome!" Marisa whispered, giggling.
Before I could say anything else, there was a loud screeching. I screamed in horror as the flying harness from the production of Godspell flew down to hang beside me with an Arabian monkey strapped to it. The monkey held cymbals and glared menacingly at me with red eyes.

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A/N: Ooo, I like this one. Let us know what you think! Ch. 5 up soon too!

Phantomfreak07