My hand smells like yummy soap. Hopefully my story will be as good as yummy soap. I have no idea who reviewed and I don't feel like doing the thank you thing. You all know that I am incredibly thankful for all of your reviews, so, do I really need to thank each one of you? You all rock and I love you all. I hope you all haven't left me, because I know it has been nearly a month, or over a month. Hey look! I made a run-on sentence! Rock On!
Blah, ok, for the play (POTO) I will refer to the people as the name they are in the play, most of the time. So I shall call Raven Christine, Gar probably the Phantom and so on and so forth.
Here Be Da Story.
Well, we can say that they dreamed of fluffy things will golden wings. Gar, who literally dreamed of angels, well sort of, smiled in his sleep.
All around were pretty blue cars with golden, fluffy wings. They sparkled like the stars of a clear midnight sky. Gar danced happily around the cars that floated in mid air.
'Oh, all of my lovely cars! Happiness!' he exclaimed hugging all of the cars in sight.
Then soon those cars turned into little white and gold puppy dogs. 'OH! They are so cute! Wait, did I just say that? Strange.'
He pet the puppy dogs and frolicked through fields of poppies and tulips with the puppies at his side. With a smile, he gathered up a bunch of flowers and threw them all in the air. It appeared to be raining flowers in the land of happy candies and frolicking bunnies.
Gar couldn't be happier.
Raven, on the other hand, was just dreaming of peace.
She was sitting on a swing looking out over the ocean. Pencil in hand, and drawing book in front of her. On the pad of paper was a sketch of the sea and the sun. Peace surrounded her. The birds sang their carefree melodies, the flowers were bright and beautiful, the sun shone with all its glory, and the ocean played a soft song in her ears.
The waves could be heard all around and it was wondrous. Two arms encircled Raven's waist. 'Hey, it's beautiful,' the voice said indicating her picture.
She knew what he spoke of, but she had the sea on her mind, 'Yeah, it is,' she replied in a daze. The man behind her kissed her neck then looked towards the sea. A full smile graced her lips and she too glanced at the sea.
As before said, they both dreamed of fluffy things with golden wings, it all depends on how you interpret that though. Still, as it was the night before, Raven's head lie on Gar's lap and his head lay back on the sofa cushioned by the softness.
It was close to six thirty and Kori, Dick, and Victor all had awoken, "Should we wake our sleeping friends?" Kori asked staring at the awkwardly as the two guys laughed.
"No! Lets go see if there is any whipped cream in the fridge, or maybe Gar has some shaving cream upstairs!" Vic whispered excitedly.
Kori looked utterly confused, "What is it you wish to do with such things, friend?" Dick couldn't help from laughing. He walked to his friend and draped an arm around her shoulders.
"It's ok Kori. It's not something you want to know, believe me!" he smiled at her waiting for that happy, naïve smile. When it came, he slid his arm off of her shoulder and spoke to Victor, "Ok, you check the fridge, Kori and I will go upstairs!" He nodded with approval and they headed their separate ways.
"Oh! Hello, Mrs. Logan! How are you this morning?" Victor asked politely when he entered the kitchen. Mrs. Logan smiled warmly. He smiled, though inside he was slightly upset that he couldn't carry out his evil plan. He only hoped that Dick and Kori would find Gar's shaving cream, wherever it may be.
"Good morning, Victor. I am doing well, and you?" she asked as she poured out some smooth batter into a pan. Obviously, she was cooking pancakes for breakfast.
Victor heard a paper crinkle and looked towards the kitchen table that was currently behind him. "Mr. Logan! I didn't know you were here, good morning. Did you sleep well?"
Mr. Logan nodded and drank some orange juice. He was always in another world when reading the newspaper. "Uh, well, I am going to run upstairs," Vic announced turning to leave.
"Don't forget to come back down and eat before school," Mrs. Logan smiled. Vic nodded and quickly left.
"Any luck?" Victor asked entering Gar's bathroom. He backed up in fear when he saw Dick with an evil smile and loads of stuff in his hands. Kori just looked plain confused.
"Lets see, I have hair dye, gel, though Gar has some pretty weird gel, some shaving cream, and some face paint," Dick squeaked triumphantly. "Shall we?" he asked happily.
"Yes, Richard, we shall," he replied jokingly. The two walked out of the bathroom with their tools of evil in hand, Kori following close behind.
"Umm, friends, what exactly are you doing? I do not understand," she questioned completely lost about the whole thing.
"Never mind, Kori, just watch, and learn," they said approaching the sleeping boy and his girlfriend. "Don't they look so peaceful?" Vic said grabbing the shaving cream from Dick.
Unnoticed to the three approaching him, Gar smiled slightly hearing their words. When they were right in front of him, he spoke, "Don't even think about it, dude!" his eyes were still closed as he spoke.
"Oh man! What the heck! You're supposed to be sleeping!" Dick complained.
Vic didn't take this as defeat; he took this as an opportunity. Quickly he began to spray the shaving creak all over Gar with some of it landing on Raven. With gar moving so much trying to dodge the cream, Raven woke up and found Irish Cream scented shaving cream on her. She sat up blinking and rubbing the shaving cream off of her clothing. In one swift movement, she grabbed a pillow and began to beat Victor with it.
Dick and Gar began to roll on the floor laughing, "Ha ha, Vic! You're getting beat up by Raven!" Gar began to laugh harder knowing that what he said was not smart at all. All of a sudden, just as Gar predicted, Raven began to assault Dick with the pillow.
Kori just stood by still being completely clueless to what was happening. In the kitchen, Mr. and Mrs. Logan were startled by all of the commotion and quickly went to see what was going on.
When they entered the living room they found shaving cream everywhere, globs of gel, and two boys begging for mercy from Raven. During all of this, Gar was cracking up and Kori was giggling. When the adults entered the room, everything stopped. All at once, all the teens spoke, "Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Logan/ dad and mom."
Mr. Logan instantly left figuring his paper was more interesting. "Don't forget to clean up, dear," Mrs. Logan reminded her son. "And breakfast is ready for anyone who is hungry."
Upon hearing of food, the room was instantly spotless and five hungry teens sat at a table scarffing down pancakes covered in syrup, whipped cream, strawberries, mustard, sugar, powdered sugar, or chocolate sauce. (A.N.- I use most of those on my pancakes, but not syrup and mustard)
When they were done, they all rinsed their plates and headed upstairs to Gar's room. "Ok, I take it everyone would like to borrow some clean cloths," Gar guessed seeing as everyone was covered in odd substances. They all nodded, "Uh, Kori and Raven, do you want to borrow my cloths or see if any of my mom's cloths fit you?"
" Your cloths would be fine," the answered in unison. Gar smiled and opened his closet and everyone took the clothing that suited him or her. Raven borrowed a pair of baggyish black jeans and a blue t-shirt, Kori found some somewhat tighter jeans than the ones Raven borrowed and a light green t-shirt that seemed as thought it would be too small for Gar. All the guys just wore jeans and an assortment of different colored shirts, Gar- black, Dick- red, and Vic- silver.
"To the lovely world of school!" Kori announced leaving the room with Dick and Vic close behind. Raven gently pulled Gar back into the room, as he was about to follow. She remembered what happened the night before from seeing the bruises on Gar's face.
"You feel ok?" she asked quietly. He smiled down at her and gave her a quick hug.
"How can I not feel ok?" He slid his hand into hers and exited the room.
The others were just a short ways in front of Gar and Raven and they were all heading for the garage. On their way, Gar remembered a question that had been racing through his mind, "So, you said you would tell me what happened to my car in the morning. It is morning," he informed Raven.
She rolled her eyes and spoke, "I'm quite aware that it is morning Gar, and be patient." The all arrived at the garage door and were about to open it, but Gar ran back into the house.
"Bye mom! Bye dad! Love you," he yelled racing back out the front door.
"Love you too, son," they hollered in unison.
"Ok, I'm back. Hey, are we gonna walk to school?" he asked dumbfounded. He then looked toward the now open garage and gasped. "Gasp! Holy cracker jacks!" There in the garage was his car. All the paint had been fixed, Victor fixed the body and got it a new engine that was even better than the one he had before. "How did it get so perfect in just three days?"
"I'm good, I'm real good," Victor stated proudly.
"You did all this?" Gar asked amazed.
Victor laughed and waved is hand, "Who else would you trust to handle your baby?"
Gar smiled and ran to the car. His friends followed and got into the car. "Oh! The seats are leather!" Stars were now in his eyes and Victor gave him his keys. "It is like my dream! Only we aren't flying," he commented excitedly as he put the keys in the ignition. (?)
Everyone was out of the car except for Gar, who was hugging his seat. "You are so pretty and soft and leathery! I love you, you fancy chair! Oh, I could sit here forever!" Garfield wouldn't let go of it until Dick finally pried him off and out of the car. "Be that way!" Gar spat crossing his arms over his chest, sticking his nose in the air and walking off, "Come on Raven, we have drama, without the Gar-torturers!" When they were a bit of a distance apart, Gar turned around and smiled at his friends, but continued to walk to drama with Raven.
"I'm getting nervous, are you?" Raven asked rubbing her temples. (sp?)
"Yeah, a little bit, but my dad always helps me to be confident. I think that we will all do 'fabulous' as Mr. Teacher man would say. What is his name anyways?" laughing as he spoke.
Raven laughed a bit, "I don't know. He never said anything about it. I guess he is just Sir."
The two entered the drama room and sat down in the third row of chairs. The drama room was actually the auditorium. Though, the play that would be performed that night was not at the school it self, but at the performing arts building.
"Today, students, is the day of the play. Therefore, I must tell you my secret identity." As awkward as it may seem, the teacher began to pull off his face, "Yes, class, I am Mad Mod, and I cannot wait till tonight! You will all be brilliant!" he complimented in his strong British accent. "We will not rehearse, because I do not feel like going over it again. Instead, everyone make sure all the props are here and the costumes are done, then you may have a study period."
Raven and Gar sat there with their jaws on the floor. "Yes, Sir. . . Mod," Raven responded leaving her shocked state. Standing to her feet, she went to the floor (Floor: Stage) and then to back stage and began checking things along with the other people who were no longer in a state of shock.
"Raven! How are you today?" Terra asked with open arms. Wide eyed, Raven backed up slowly until she ran into a chair.
"What do you want?" Raven remarked slowly.
Terra looked hurt, "Raven, I can't just come up and give my friend a hug?" She picked up one of the many dresses for the show and checked it over for holes, "I mean, hey, I just wanted to wish you good luck for tonight. After all, it must be hard to stand up on stage and kiss your ex in front of thousands of people." She re-hung the costume finding no holes and picked up another one to check.
Raven checked costumes as well, "Yeah, really hard. But it doesn't matter because the kiss I give Gar at the end is the best," she replied just a snottily as Terra had spoken to her.
Making a face that made her appear constipated, Terra smirked, "I'm sure. Anywho, tonight I plan to prove that I was the person meant to play Christine!" Terra smiled one last evil smile, and then walked to the other end of the stage.
Raven just simply spoke two simple words, "I'm sure." Rolling her eyes, Terra left Raven, muttering something under her breath.
Once again the evil smile appeared on the wicked blonde's face. She had found exactly who she was looking for. "Hey Gar!" she whispered excitedly. She lustfully ran a hand through his messy brown and green hair and let it fall around his neck. He gave her a scared look as he backed up, but she wasn't about to let go.
"Terra, what are you doing?" Gar breathed squeakily. When Gar could go no further, Terra brought herself closer to him. "Let go please," he asked politely.
"Say you want me back," she did the exact opposite of his request and let her body fall against his. Lucky for him there was a wall that he was already about to climb up that he was now smashed against. "Say you love me, Gar! I love you and I wouldn't ever cheat on you again!" She was leaning in for a kiss, but instead, Gar put two fingers on her lips and shoved her back. Unfortunately, he wasn't thinking that her arms were wrapped around his neck. BAM! They both hit the ground with a thud, Gar on top of Terra.
Then the strangest thing came from Gar's mouth, "I love you Terra!" Ok, just kidding! Hehe. Did I scare you! Hehe. Sorry. Anyways, "Eek!" Gar immediately rolled off of Terra as a few people walked by staring awkwardly, "I swear, I do not like this woman!" he spoke, quickly pointing to Terra. The two people just walked off wide-eyed. Gar let his head fall back as he sat on the ground, arms as support. "Few! Look Terra, you are going to get me into trouble for something that I didn't even do! Would you just go away!" Terra had long since gotten to her feet and was standing right in front of Gar.
He stood up and instantly got an earful of Terra, "Baby, how could you!" She yelled referring to him pushing her. Then she took a deep breath and cooled down a bit, "Look, I know that one day you will want me back, and I will be here waiting for you," she said looking into his eyes as she placed a hand on his chest. Looking awkwardly confused, Gar picked up her hand as though it was a dirty tissue and dropped it to her side.
"Ok, one, don't touch me, please. Two, I will never want a lying, cheating, scum like you for a girlfriend." Her jaw dropped at this, " Three, I promised Raven I would never leave her! And that promise I intend to keep," he explained sternly.
Terra's eyes widened as she was filled with rage, "How could you ever have feeling in your precious heart of that emotionless, gothic, slut?" she spat out evilly.
"Don't you ever call Raven those names again! Her life has been much harder than yours! So don't be calling her stupid names!" he spoke on Ravens behalf.
Angrily, Terra pulled Gar forward and planted a kiss on his lips. Then quickly she turned and strutted off saying, "One day, my love, one day."
As soon as she was gone, Gar began the complicated and very intricate and delicate process of cleaning the mouth after being kissed by an evil ex.
Step One: Drink whole bottle of water.
Step Two: Swish water around in mouth.
Step Three: Rinse mouth.
Step Four: Then actually drink five whole bottles of water.
Step Five: Use facilities if necessary.
Step Six: Apply Clear sanitizing lip balm.
Step Seven: Use facilities again if necessary.
Step Eight: Remove clear sanitizing lip balm.
Step Nine: Find real girlfriend.
Step Ten: Get the holy pure kiss of the real girlfriend.
Step Eleven: Tell real girlfriend of your undying love for her.
Step Twelve: Never speak of the incident that previously happened.
Gar completed all of these things in a record time of an hour and a half. Yes, that delicate process takes an hour and a half. Of course by this time, Gar was alone in computers. By all alone, we mean that none of his close friends were there. But there was this little annoying ten year old who got to high school when he was nine but was moved up to being a senior because of his intellect. He was a mastermind with computers and a rival of Victor. Everyone called him Gizmo due to his brilliance with gadgets and computers.
"Hey snot head!" Gizmo called in his high pitched, immature voice. Gar had gotten quite used to being called by this name and no longer bothered to fight about it.
"What but face?" Gar asked, nonchalantly. Gizmo smiled, but it wasn't one of those cute little boy smiles, it was the smile of an evil genius. He pulled out of his backpack a homemade ray gun and pointed it towards Gar. The much older teen's eyes went wide and he backed up with his arms in the air. No one around them seemed to notice, and if they did, they probably didn't care. "Hey, dude, don't shoot me with that think please!"
Gizmo dropped the arm with the gun and rolled his eyes, "I am not that stupid, snot head! I wont shoot you, but do you like it? It took me a whole week to make it! I ordered the parts from Japan about four months ago and they finally came about a week ago!" Gar had finally calmed down and examined the gun closely.
"Dude, where do you get the money to make all these things that you make? This is amazing!" Gar then turned back to face the desk like thing he was seated at. "Does it work?" Instantly something in the back of the classroom blew up.
"What the heck! Dude, don't be trying that thing out in here! Well, I never really did like that stupid sign anyways," Gar shrugged.
"Hehe! My masterpiece! It's awesome isn't it?" he asked staring at the gun. Just then the door to the classroom opened and Gizmo shoved his precious gun into his bag and Gar faced forward. Thus began computer class.
"You know, dear Raven, I swore I saw Logan all smiley and maybe even kissing Terra," the white-haired teen informed as he hugged Raven from behind. Raven, who was waiting outside for Gar, looked utterly disgusted. Quickly, she ducked out of his embrace, but couldn't bring herself to say much in return. 'Terra is always all googley eyed around Gar, but I know he doesn't feel the same," Her mind convinced.
"Gar isn't a lying moron like you, Malchior, he wouldn't do that," Raven retorted. Malchior got close to her and leaned down to talk.
Raven backed her head up a bit, but stayed, frozen, where she was. "If you don't believe what I say, ask him yourself. After all," he stood strait and continued, "he said he would never lie to you." Then he left leaving a confused Raven behind.
As Gar walked forward to Raven he passed Malchior who directed and evil smile towards him. This scared Gar so he ran to the lovely lady up ahead. Before he could ask if she was ok, she wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him closer to her self. Gar put his arm around her shoulder and the two began to walk to the Logan residence. All of this confused the boy a bit- he was usually the one to pull her into hugs.
"Uh, Rae, shouldn't we take my car home?" Gar asked even more confused.
"Hmm, ok, come here a second, I want to talk to you first," she answered guiding him over to a bench close to the school building. Taking a seat, Raven began, "I don't want you to think that I don't trust you by what I am going to ask you," Gar nodded excitedly. Yet his excitement wasn't that of joy or happiness, but of worry. "Malchior was just talking to me . . ."
"I saw. Did he do or say something, Rae?" Gar asked concerned.
Raven's expression was that of worry also, "In a way he said something. Anyways, he told me you were kissing Terra. I don't believe him because he'll say anything to make me hate you . . . what's so funny?" Gar had just started to randomly laugh and Raven didn't exactly find it all that funny.
"Oh, its just that I wasn't kissing Terra. She was trying to kiss me. You see, she was being all weird and was trying to be alluring, but I tried my best not to let her kiss me I swear! Then she put her arms around my neck and when I pushed her she didn't let go of me and I fell on top of her. When I stood up she kissed me then left," Gar explained. Raven sighed in relief. Gar was relieved on the inside that she didn't get mad.
Instead of getting mad, she did the complete opposite- she smiled. Then she embraced Gar and leaned her chin on his shoulders. Smiling happily, Gar hugged her, also.
"Are you sure your parents won't mind me staying here for a while?" Raven asked as they were entering the house through the garage door.
"Positive. They love you like family, Rae," Gar commented with a smile.
Gar heard what sounded like a sniffle from the kitchen, "Garfield, honey, is that you?" cried a feminine voice that appeared to be scared.
Raven and Garfield made their way to the kitchen, "Yeah mommy, it's Raven and me. What's . . ." he stopped talking upon entering the kitchen.
Tears came to his eyes as he looked at the scenery around him. His mom sat upon the ground with tears flowing from his eyes, Raven looked scared out of her mind, and his dad lie on the ground in a puddle of red. His chest was bare, save for some black ink writing.
With horror the scared young man read them in his head, as did Raven, 'Hello young man, I see my daughter believes she can just run away from me and when I make a threat it means nothing. Well, my boy, when I threat, I always come through with it. If you wish for this to happen to the rest of your family, including you, I suggest you forget you ever met my daughter. Sincerely, Mr. Trigon Roth.
Raven's eyes filled up with salty rain of the eyes. "I . . . I . . . I am so sorry. I should go home before he hurts anyone else." She turned to leave, but Gar stopped her grabbing her wrist.
"No! I am not letting you go! He is just going to use you as his punching bag, Rae." Gar turned to his mom who still cried her broken heart out, "Mommy," Gar got down on his knees, causing Raven to as well. Gar released her wrist and hugged his mother, "We have to get out of here. If we stay here, he'll find us again and hurt us."
The brown-haired woman hugged her son tightly as though the day was all they had left. "Yes I know Gar, and we can't leave Raven to suffer." She looked up to the teenage girl who had nearly grown up in her home and was like a daughter to her, "Raven, we aren't going to leave you here. You're coming too," Mrs. Logan told.
"But . . ." Raven was interrupted.
"Raven, you have been around my household for, oh, about sixteen or seventeen years. Isn't 'but' a forbidden word?" Mrs. Logan commented lightening the mood a hair.
"Is everyone ready?" screamed Mr. Mod, the director of the production.
"Yes sir," nodded the cast of Phantom Of the Opera.
Mr. Mod breathed deeply for he was very nervous, "Ok, this is going to be good."
So, as author, I take you to the interesting parts in this dramatic performance. Thus begins our play. (Curtain pulls back revealing the first scene I shall take you to. Christine wakes up in the Phantom's lair.)
Christine stood up from the bed where she lay. Walking around as she sang. She spotted the Phantom and made her way to him.
I remember there was mist ...
Swirling mist upon a vast, glassy lake ...
She sang and walked, walked and sang. The phantom played the organ as the background music for her perfect voice. Ambling along she admired the things she saw. To her it was amazing, this lair he kept. It was so perfect and well organized. The phantom turned and smiled towards her.
There were candles all around,
And on the lake there was a boat,
And in the boat there was a man ...
She smiled as she approached him. For a few short moments Christine stood at his side as he played. Then she caressed the side of his face with her hand and he just laid into her as though he was a puppy getting a belly rub. He even closed his eyes and looked so peaceful, but then . . .
Who was that shape in the shadows?
Whose is the face in the mask?
Through curiosity, she tore the mask from his face and this angered him greatly. At his yelling she fell back to the ground purposely and hid slightly. Instantly after being robbed of his mask he covered his face.
Damned you!
You little prying
Pandora!
You little demon - is this what you wanted to see?
He stood as he threw his arms around as he sang and cursed her for doing such a horrible thing. Though he spoke the words that were so harsh, he couldn't mean them deep from his heart, for he would never cease to love her.
Curse you!
You little lying Delilah!
You little viper - now you cannot ever be free!
Damned you ...
Curse you ...
Distressed, he gracefully fell back onto the piano bench and clamed his voice. His face revealed true sadness and his heart brokenness.
Stranger than you dreamt it -
Can you even dare to look or bear to?
Think of me:
This loathsome gargoyle, who
Burns in bell, but secretly yearns for heaven,
Secretly ...
Secretly ...
But, Christine ...
Still covering half of his face, he stood and approached Christine, wishing to make her love him, as he loved her.
Fear can
Turn to love - you'll learn to see,
To find the man behind the monster: this ...
Repulsive carcass, which seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty,
Secretly ...
Secretly ...
Oh, Christine ...
Speaking no words, she calmly, but with fear, held up the mask for him to take. He let it almost fall into his hands. Then she herself stood with the phantom.
Come we must return -
Those two fools who run my theatre will be missing you.
The crowd erupted with cheers. Gar and Raven had left the stage and had retired to the back. Desperately, Gar rushed to get a bottle of water. Within seconds it was gone. "It just gets better every time you sing it, Gar," complimented Raven.
He bowed slightly, "Why thank you, you lovely young lady!" he said pulling her into his arms. "I wish my dad was here. He really wanted to see this," Gar stated kissing Raven's lips being careful not to smear her makeup, or his own for that matter. (GUYS WEAR STAGE MAKEUP TOO!)
"He is watching from above, Gar. And I am sure he is very proud. I need to go change," she kissed his lips softly and departed.
And to another scene, the one in particular that Gar and Raven disliked. But one certain individual enjoyed it a lot. (Upon a stage setting of a rooftop. Raoul and Christine singing as the Phantom hides behind a statue)
RAOUL
No more talk
Of darkness,
Forget these
Wide-eyed fears.
I'm here,
Nothing can harm you -
My words will
Warm and calm you.
Let me be
Your freedom,
Let daylight
Dry -your tears.
I'm here,
With you, beside you,
To guard you
And to guide you . . .
As Raoul sang, the two lovers danced freely. Forever on the rooftop they could be in each other's arms without disturbance, or so they thought. Raoul held Christine close and they looked into each other's eyes. (From the audience, they were supposed to see great sadness filling the Phantom and that was simple for Gar. One, his father had been murdered hours earlier, and two, his girlfriend was being forced to pretend she was in love with a crazed freak.)
CHRISTINE
Say you love me
Every
Waking moment,
Turn my head
With talk of summertime . . .
Say you need me
With you,
Now and always . . .
Promise me that all
You say is true -
That's all I ask
Of you . . .
Christine walked away, but her hand was still in Raoul's. She walked toward where the Phantom was behind the statue, though she didn't know he was there. She heard a soft voice calling, "Christine, Christine." Raoul was oblivious to the melodious voice echoing around Christine.
RAOUL
Let me be
Your shelter,
Let me
Be your light.
You're safe:
No one will find you
Your fears are
Far behind you . . .
She turned back to Raoul, and sang with a smile forgetting all about the voice. Slowly, as he pulled her into his arms, she dropped a deep, crimson red, rose with a black bow into the snow. (Which of course was fake.)
CHRISTINE
All I want
Is freedom,
A world with
No more night . . .
And you
Always beside me
To hold me
And to hide me . . .
RAOUL
Then say you'll share with
Me one
Love, one lifetime . . .
Let me lead you
From your solitude . . .
Say you need me
With you
Here, beside you . . .
Anywhere you go,
Let me go too -
Christine,
That's all I ask
Of you . . .
CHRISTINE
Say you'll share with
Me one
Love, one lifetime . . .
Say the word
And I will follow you . . .
They continued their rooftop dance with smiles. Christine's cloak flowed when Raoul spun her around him.
BOTH
Share each day with
Me, each
Night, each morning . . .
He pulled her to be leaning against his chest and stroked her hair as they sang.
CHRISTINE
Say you love me . . .
RAOUL
You know I do . . .
BOTH
Love me -
That's all I ask
Of you . . .
Raoul leaned down to Christine and kissed her ever so passionately as she kissed back. When they parted they looked into each other's eyes and sang a few more painful words and left the rooftop back into the opera house.
Anywhere you go
Let me go too . . .
Love me -
That's all I ask
Of you. .
The phantom emerged from where he hid and fell to his knees in the snow. He picked up the rose in his gloved hands. He cried a few tears as he sang his sad song. Slowly, his grip on the rose cause the petals to fall to the ground just as his tears had. He tore the rose and dropped it.
PHANTOM:
I gave you my music . . .
Made your song take wing . . .
And now, how you've
Repaid me:
Denied me
And betrayed me . . .
He was bound to love you
When he heard you sing . . .
Christine...
Christine...
In anger, sadness, and regret he ran up the statue opposite to the one he had hidden behind. He sang his last few words with pain and anguish burning his heart and mind.
You will regret the day you did not do
All the Phantom asked of you
"Come on, Raven! You know you enjoyed that . . . Rae!" Malchior exclaimed as he chase Raven. He was mocking Gar by calling her by the nickname that he used.
Raven came to an abrupt halt, "Do not call me that name, EVER! And . . ."
Malchior so rudely interrupted, "But you let Mr. Pretty Boy over there use it! Why am I any different?"
Raven just rolled her eyes and left. This time, Malchior didn't bother to chase her. "Gar!" she ran into his arms faster than light. Happily, she inhaled his scent and nuzzled her head in the crook of his neck. Though it was very un-Ravenish, she didn't care. She needed to be around Gar after having kissed Malchior. He creeped her out so bad! Raven felt a small wet substance hit her head. She pulled back and looked towards Gar with a face of concern, "Gar, are you ok?" she asked pulling him back into another hug.
This time he cried in her shoulder. It was a good thing she had put a towel around her neck after leaving the stage. Poor Gar couldn't talk, but only cry. He was finally realizing that his dad wasn't coming back . . . ever. Gar couldn't stand the thought so he just let the tears fall. He held onto Raven tightly, "I love you, Raven," he barely spoke through tears. He loved to tell her that because it made her feel special, and he truly did. He also knew that she would always be there to remind him that his father still watched him from Heaven.
Though the drama I could speak of backstage, the drama onstage was quite exciting as well. Here, I shall take you to one of the last scenes. (The phantom has taken Christine captive and Raoul is coming to save her.)
Christine shouted out words to the phantom in hopes of changing his mind for the good. In her heart she wanted nothing bad to happen to him, but in her mind, she wished his death.
Have you gorged yourself at last, in your lust for blood?
Am I now to be prey to your
Lust for flesh?
The Phantom showed his face freely now with nothing to hide. Christine had gotten used to the dementedness of it.
That fate, which condemns me to wallow in blood, has also denied me
The joys of the flesh ...
This face - the infection
Which poisons our love ...
This face, which earned a mother's fear and loathing ...
A mask, my first unfeeling scrap of clothing ...
Pity comes too late - turn around
And face your fate: an eternity of this before your eyes!
This haunted face holds no horror for me now ...
It's in your soul that the true distortion lies ...
Wait! I think, my dear, we have a guest!
Raoul appeared at the Phantoms gate. Though it strange, the phantom was rather pleased.
Sir, this is indeed an unparalleled delight!
I had rather hoped that you would come.
And now my wish comes true - you have truly made my night!
Raoul cried out to the Phantom begging him to let Christine go. They were only apart by water and a gate now.
Free her!
Do what you like only free her!
Have you no pity?
Your lover makes a passionate plea!
I love her!
Does that mean nothing?
I love her!
Show some compassion ...
The phantom put up a great argument as the lazy author becomes rather amused with her story.
The world showed no compassion to me!
Christine ...
Christine ...Let me see her ...
Be my guest, sir ...
Monsieur, I bid you welcome!
The phantom opened the gate, only to put a noose around the neck of Christine's lover. He mercilessly bound him to the weaved gate.
Did you think that
I would harm her?
Why should I make her pay for the sins, which are yours?
Order your fine horses now!
Raise up your hand to the level of your eyes!
As it is written, the phantom was holding the rope to kill Raoul, and Christine was arguing for his life down in the lair.
Nothing can save you now - except perhaps Christine ...
Start a new life with me -
Buy his freedom with your love!
Refuse me, and you send your lover to his death!
This is the choice -
This is the point of no return!
The tears I might have shed for your dark fate grow cold, and turn to tears of hate ...
Christine, forgive me please forgive me ...
I did it all for you, and all for nothing ...
Farewell my fallen idol and false friend ...
One by one
I've watched illusions shattered ...
Past all hope of cries for help: no point in fighting either way
You choose, he has to win ...
For either way you choose, you cannot win!
So, do you end your days with me,
Or do you send him to his grave?
Why make her lie to you, to save me?
Angel of Music ...
Past the point of no return -
For pity's sake,
Christine, say no!
... Why this torment?
... The final threshold ...Don't throw your life away for my sake ...
When will you see reason ...?
His life is now the prize, which you must earn! I fought so hard to free you ...
Angel of Music ...You've passed the point of no return ...
... You deceived me -
I gave my mind blindly ...
You try my patience - make your choice!
Christine had made her decision and approached the phantom gracefully. Both men had their eyes glued to her. She sang her song softly to the Phantom.
Pitiful creature of darkness ...
What kind of life have you known ...?
God give me courage to show you, you are not alone ...
Christine kissed the phantom so passionately and so full of love that might not have even been there, but it didn't matter anymore. (Gar and Raven wished they could stay there forever, as they were loving being in each other's arms. On the other hand, Malchior was having trouble watching.)
Track down this murderer - he must be found!
Hunt out this animal, who runs to ground!
Too long he's preyed on us - but now we know:
The Phantom of the Opera is there deep down below ...
Who is this monster, this murdering beast?
Revenge for Piangi!
Revenge for Buquet!
This creature must never go free ...
He let the rope go and motioned for them to depart. Christine and Raoul embraced and kissed.
Take her - forget me - forget all of this ...
Leave me alone - forget all you've seen ...
Go now - don't let them find you!
Take the boat - leave me here - go now, don't wait ...
Just take her and go - before it's too late ...
Quickly, they left the phantom as he commanded.
Go ...
Go now - go now and leave me!
The phantom sang sadly to the monkey playing the symbols. Tear rolled down his cheeks as he watched his true love and her fiancé float away.
Masquerade ...
Paper faces on parade ...
Masquerade ...
Hide your face so the world will never find you ...
Christine, I love you ...
Say you'll share with me, one love, one lifetime ...
Say the word and I will follow you ...
Share each day with me ...
... Each night ...
... Each morning ...
The phantom began to break the mirrors and everything else. He knocked things down and destroyed his lair. Then only his last words could be heard as he disappeared into the darkness.
You alone can make my song take flight -
It's over now, the music of the night...
The audience applauded, some through tears, and others amazed at the acting skills. It truly was an amazing opera that they had performed.
Raven knew that, although it was his part, his tears were not forced. They came unwillingly to Gar. As soon as she could get to him she did, "Are you going to be ok, Gar?" she asked quietly embracing him.
Once again, the response she received was tears. Raven made her way to a chair so her and Gar could sit.
Finally his tears stopped. And it was now time for all of them to go out and bow. Carefully, Gar wiped the last of his tears and stood with a smile. Still with a shaky voice, he held out an arm, "Shall we?"
Raven smiled slightly and together they went to the stage entrance. Malchior came up next to them, for he was supposed to bow at the same time as they. "Ready?" asked Mr. Mod.
"Yes sir," all three said in unison.
"Go," he commanded. Putting smiles on their faces, they entered the stage. They were making their way to the center of the stage, Gar leading on the right, Raven in the center, and Malchior on the left of her. The crowd cheered as they all took hands and bowed.
"I would like to thank . . ." Gar just tuned Mr. Mod, who entered onstage shortly after he, out. His words weren't so important to Gar. He just thanked everyone who helped make it possible. As always. The only thing Gar had on his mind was his father. But he knew he couldn't cry here, not in front of all those people. He kept his fake smile on and pretended he was listening attentively to Mr. Mod's speech.
'Why did this happen? How did this happen?' Gar cried out in his mind. He knew very well the answers to both questions, but he didn't want to push the entire fault to Raven. Besides, she had dealt with more pain in her life than Gar had now. Though, it didn't seem so to him, and Raven would never say that she held more pain than Gar.
"Oh!" cried Mrs. Logan, "You both did so well!" Tears of joy and sadness ran down her cheeks as she embraced them both. "I love you guys, both of you, so much."
They both hugged her back and Gar responded, "I love you to mom." Raven gave him an unsure look, but decided to speak.
"Thank you, I love you too," she spoke shakily. She had never told an adult besides her mother and Azar that she loved them, and that was years ago. It was something new to have an adult care about her and love her.
Though sad inside, both Mrs. Logan and Gar smiled at Raven as they all let go of their embrace. "Let me take you both to dinner," Mrs. Logan offered.
The two friends were about to speak, but another interrupted, "Hey man! And Raven, you guys did so awesome up there! Great job!" Came Victor's happy, carefree voice.
"Oh friends, that was marvelous! I am so happy that you did so well!" spoke a happy Kori.
Dick was not a man of many words and simply said, "Good job, golden star for both of you." Everyone just stared at him awkwardly, including Mrs. Logan.
Vic looked at his watch (that he built) and shrieked, "Oh! I'm sorry to leave you guys, but I promised to drive those two home," he began referring to Kori and Dick (who were love struck and gazing into each other's eyes at that particular moment), "so we need to get going. See you guys tomorrow," he said patting Gar on the back and giving a side hug to Raven, who glared.
Their three friends parted and Mrs. Logan asked once again, "Dinner?" Both nodded gratefully and they all left for a celebratory feast.
"Since I believe it is not safe for us to stay at home, I called up a Holiday Inn near your school. So, for now, we will stay there," announced Garfield's mom as they ate their desert. "Oh, and I asked for two different rooms: One for Raven and me, and one for you, Gar." Raven could tell that she was trying hard to keep herself together in front of her son, because her smiles broke every now and then into a sad expression of pain.
"Thank you," Raven replied as she took a small scoop of her ice cream. Gar made no sounds with his lips for he was too busy using them to eat pie. Gar just loved pie; it always made him feel better. So Mrs. Logan knew this and ordered him a whole pie, he finished all but one little crumb.
After he was through he, let out a long satisfying belch. "GAR!" exclaimed his mother.
"Compliments to the chef, you are a brilliant man," then he saw his mother's glare, "And excuse me." They all couldn't help but laugh after that. Then a woman came from the kitchen that had heard all this and glared at Gar. After a while he figured out why she was mad, "Sorry, you are a brilliant LADY!" Gar corrected. She then smirked and left for the kitchen once again. "Well, thank you so much mommy, for dinner and for letting Raven stay with us. And thank you Raven for staying with us!" Gar finished his thank yous and passed out. 1) He ate too much 2) he was incredible tiered and 3) he was a little bit dizzy.
Two hours later, Mrs. Logan, sleeping Gar, and thankful Raven were in one of the two rooms. "Raven, just to be safe, you take Gar to his room, here is the key, and you have ten minutes. Not that I don't trust you, but ten minutes, ok honey?" Raven nodded with a small smile. She flung Gar's arm around her neck and drug him into his room just as Mrs. Logan and she had to drag him into their room.
"Come on, Gar! Help me out a little will ya? You know, anyone who sees you is going to think you are stone drunk when you haven't even ever tasted beer in your life!" Raven stated as she came up to his room. With great swiftness she slid the card key in the door and out again quickly opening the door when the light turned green.
Raven finally got Gar to his bed and he woke up, "Where am I? Oh, hi, Raven! When did you get here?"
Raven sighed annoyed, "Now you decide to wake up, after your mom and I dragged you up here then I had to drag you in here! Maybe you are drunk."
Gar looked around and realized that he was in the hotel room his mom had rented for a while. "Did mom decide to let you stay in here with me?" Gar asked with an amazed voice.
"Heck no, and I only have seven minutes left to talk to you," she stated looking at a black rimmed non-digital clock on the wall. Gar stood up and looked down at Raven.
"Then I guess I should do this now," he spoke as he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. Her surprise could be easily seen by how big her eyes got just after that. He brought his hands up around her neck and brought her closer to him. Raven's shock was long gone as she kissed him back, bunnies frolicking through her head. 'Wow that was random!' Raven thought. "I am the author, I can do whatever I want, goodness gracious!" I thought back. (Sorry hehe!)
Gar pulled back reluctantly. "You've got two minutes, is your room far?" he asked in a low voice.
"No, its right next door," she replied looking up into his eyes. His beautiful, mesmerizing, green eyes.
"Ok, well, good night Raven, I love you," he said giving her a warm hug before she left.
"Good night, I love you too. Sleep well, and I am really sorry about everything that has happened today," she said walking towards the door.
"Rae, its not your fault, and sweet dreams," he replied sitting back down on the bed. Raven just smiled and left the room.
"You still have a minute," Mrs. Logan said surprised as Raven entered the room.
"Well, we didn't want you to worry, Mrs. Logan," Raven replied walking to the small bathroom to change.
Gar's kind mother nodded with a smiled. She had already gotten ready for bed and was in one of the two twin beds reading.
"Five more minutes!" yelled a tiered Gar from underneath a mess of sheets. Gars mom entered the room and went to his small bathroom. There she found a glass with one of those cardboard hotel label things over it, took the label thing off, and filled it with ice-cold water. Then, mercilessly, she grabbed her son by his messy mop hair and drug his head out over the floor. And with an evil smile, she poured the freezing cold water over his head.
Gar woke up completely and instantly. He stared at his mom in disbelief, "Wait, does this mean I don't have to take a shower?" She just laughed and grabbed him by the ear and pulled him out of bed. He landed in a heap on the floor. He had slept in his jeans, but had taken off his shirt before he went to sleep. Gar, the lucky man he was, landed right in all the water that fell on the floor. The cold water on the floor was burning his bare back. (Hehe, I love the way I use words!) "You have no mercy! . . . I like it!" he complimented his mom as he stood up and gave her a hug. In the process of hugging her he shook his head making all the water hit her.
"Like mother like son. Now go get ready for school," she said as she left him and his wet, tiered self.
"Some body once told me, he world was going . . ." he was interrupted by a loud yell.
"Stop singin', boy! You sound like me great aunt, Clair!" yelled some random guy.
"Josh boy? Is it you, sonny? Don't you be sayin' mean things to dat boy! He ain't done nottin to ye! And are ye insultin' dis old woman's voice? She sing like an angel!" Gar was confused but found the two amusing.
"Dear aunt Clair! Me didn't know a lovely lady such as yerself woud be 'ere! 'Ow ye doin', ol' woman?"
He heard a feminine laugh, "Ah, ye ain't changed a bit, Joshy. I been good, dear! You know, we ain't seen ye since . . . oh who knows when! Come over to room 555, we be thar!"
Gar laughed as he climbed out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He combed his hair and looked in the mirror at his reflection. "RIGHT!" then quickly, he ran his hands through his hair making it go every which way. "That's better."
"Mrs. Logan, I don't have anything to wear to school but this," Raven explained worriedly. By this, she meant the cloths on her back.
"Well then, I guess we are going to have to go get you some cloths after school," she offered. Raven nodded and left the room to go see how Gar was.
Gar heard a few knocks on his door. By this time he had gotten dressed and was flipping through the TV stations. After all, school didn't start for another hour. "If you are Aunt Clair or Josh, please leave. I didn't mean to offend you by my singing. It isn't like it's my fault I stink at singing when I am in the shower. I guess you can blame uh, well you can't really blame anyone but me for that. Oh well. Please leave though. Oh, ya! You guys should record everything you say and make a book out of it!" Gar suggested. The door opened anyways and Raven entered.
"Oh, good mornin'! What did I do to get a greeting from such a lovely lady this early in the morning?" Gar greeted as he stood up tuning the TV off.
"You don't have to kill your entertainment because of me, and though your kind words are appreciated, they aren't necessary. And good morning," she greeted as she sat down in a chair across from his bed. This caused Gar to plop down on his bed as well. "Did you have a good night?" Raven asked strangely.
Gar laughed, "I had a dream about cars again, but this time they installed a video game system in it! It was really sweet! And this morning there were these two people: Josh and Aunt Clair. They were yelling back and forth at each other and it was hilarious!" Gar exclaimed with a huge smile. Even though Gar was sad inside, he still always smiled. It was hard for him not to because he was just such a happy person. "And did you have a good night?"
She simply nodded for she had no amazing stories to tell. It was just another normal night. Except for one thing, "Well, I slept with no fear at all. I wasn't scared that my father was going to be here. It was nice. But the bed is a little bit on the hard side." The green-eyed teen laughed a bit at the last part.
Raven rose to her feet and Gar did the same, "I am glad you had no fear Raven! I never really thought of you as someone who would be scared in any situation anyways." Though small, it was a smile that fell upon her lips. "Anyways, lets go to your room, then go to school."
"Ah! Gar you are fully clothed and ready now! That's better. How was your night?" Gar's mom greeted making her bed as she usually did at her home. Though in the night it felt empty, she had made it without crying once. She felt this an accomplishment.
"It was great, Madame! And was yours of excellent pure quality?" Gar questioned changing his voice to sound British. Gar's mom always laughed when he made weird voices and now didn't change. Smiling, as usual, Gar did a little happy dance. Standing next to Gar, Raven laughed quietly.
"Yes, Gar my night was great." 'I miss your father, but I will be ok.' "Do you care to join me for breakfast?" Mrs. Logan asked kindly.
"Oh, no thank you. We were just going to grab something on our way out. Then we will head to school. But thank you again," Raven spoke finally.
"May I please have a tall green tea frappuccino, and a plain bagel with cream cheese," Raven asked the lady at the counter.
"You certainly may, and what would you like Sir?" Her question was directed at Gar, who was amusing himself with the teddy bears.
Raven kicked him lightly to get his attention. Quickly, he snapped out of his trance and grabbed a teddy bear. "Ok, I love this teddy bear. Hehe. I would like a . . . snicker doodle cookie and a vente hot chocolate, please." He poked the teddy bear, which cause him to laugh. Raven just rolled her eyes at his immaturity. Raven paid the lady and the two went over to the small counter where you wait for your coffee. Gar munched on his cookie ad he pet his teddy bear. "You are so soft and fluffy, yes you are!" Because of fear, Raven backed slowly away from her insane boyfriend.
"Green Tea Frappuccino!" called the lady as she placed the drink on the counter.
"Thank you," Raven said as she took the drink and went back and stood a small distance away from her boyfriend. Who scared her.
"Yes you are so cute you teddy bear, yes you are. Oh I just want to hug you! I bet Raven wants to hug you! Ya, Raven, teddy wants a hug!" Gar exclaimed holding out the teddy bears arms as if to give her a hug.
Raven just backed away farther until she ran into a table. "Garfield, get that thing away from me!" Raven ordered though laughing slightly. Gar smiled and just made the teddy bear leap at Raven with open arms.
"Attack of the rabid teddy bears!" Gar exclaimed as he attacked his girlfriend with the soft fluffy creature. As if she were a cat, Raven batted the critter to stop it's attacks.
"Vente hot chocolate," called the lady from the counter Gar stopped attacking her with the bear and went to get his drink. The lady at the counter looked sympathetic for Raven and Raven mouthed 'Thank You.' The lady nodded and smiled.
"Thank you, miss! Have a nice day!" Now that they had their drinks, they made their way to school. Raven had finished her drink by the time Gar had received his. So, Gar shared some of his with her. She would have shared with him but 1) she had none left and 2) he hated anything having to do with tea, except Raven! "Oo! Look!" Gar placed the teddy bear on his head as Raven drank some of his hot chocolate. For a short was he balanced the bear on his head but then he laughed and it fell. "Oh dang. Oh well. Hehe! Yay!" Raven handed the large cut back to Gar and he drank gulps of the hot liquid. "Yummy! … Raven, are you going to talk at all?"
The young girl smiled and shrugged. So, as if a small child, he poked her shoulder. "Is it alive?" he poked her again. "It won't talk!" he exclaimed in a baby voice.
Raven smiled so big and so evilly. Gar didn't notice this otherwise he would have realized that something was up. Suddenly, Raven poked him really hard in the shoulder and he fell backwards on the ground . . . purposely. "She got me!"
Hehe! This took me a little over a week! Yay. And it ISN'T over yet! I still have things that need to be done! Hehe Rock On! 10,050 words.