A/N: I'm finally back with this story… sadly it isn't my top priority anymore… but I will still update it sometimes. Thanks for the few reviewers that reviewed this story:D
Disclaimer: I do NOT own The Phantom of the Opera… or trust me there would be a totally different ending. (coughRaouldiescough) Nothing against Raoul but he gets in the way of Erik and Christine.
THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA: Slightly Revised
The Phantom of the What?
Christine: Oooh! What a lovely hallway! (a horde of rats run by and the roof begins to leak)
Phantom: Why thank you…
Christine:
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
Even though I don't find it natural that you're there in my head but whatever.
Phantom:
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
Which reminds me mister… why the heck do you have a one way mirror in my dressing room?
Phantom: Uh… umm… what are we talking about? (hastily returns back to singing)
It's me they hear
Both:
My/your spirit and my/your voice in one combined. The Phantom of the Opera is there… inside my/your mind. (The Phantom turns to hold his hand out to help Christine into the boat but finds she was already in there waiting for him. Sighing, he jumps into the boat after her)
Disembodied Voices:
He's there… the Phantom of the Opera
Beware the Phantom of the Opera
(Christine looks wildly around the room in confusion) (The boat tips and the Phantom falls over)
Phantom: Aargh!
Christine: You're a Phantom and a pirate? (stares innocently)
Phantom: Grr…
Christine: (claps hands excitedly) Oooh! Now you're a bear! Turn into something else! Please! (pouts)
Phantom: (mutters to himself) I'm about to turn into a murderer if she keeps this up!
Christine: What was that?
Phantom: Nothing! Umm… sing my angel of music!
Christine: Hey! I'm not a slave!
Phantom: (groans) You're ruining the dramatic atmosphere!
Christine: Well I don't care Mister Grumpy Pants. I'm not a slave that will sing on command!
Phantom: Hello… you're in show business.
Christine: Good point. (begins to wail dramatically)
Phantom: Sing My Angel in the right key!
Christine: (glares but fixes the key she's in)
Phantom: Sing for me!
Christine: (while still singing in the scale type format but only with words)
Who else could I sing for?
We're the only ones in here!
Phantom: Stop being a brat!
Christine: (continues singing normally)
Phantom: Sing my Angel!
Christine: (sings)
Phantom: Sing for me!
Christine: (braces herself for the high note but not for the bug that flies in her mouth)
Aaak!
Phantom: (dashes out of boat to escape the hacking noises coming from Christine)
Christine: What's the matter? It's your fault that you have bugs infesting the place!
Phantom: Umm… hehe… about that…
Christine: (stares blankly for a moment) Wait… who are you?
Phantom: Remember… I'm the Phantom of the Opera!
Christine: The Phantom of the What?
Phantom: Oy… (smacks himself in the face)
Christine: (gasp!) Now you're British! Yay!
Phantom: (to himself) I have to find a way to make her shut up… but how?
Christine: What was that?
Phantom: Nothing!
Christine: Are you sure? I thought I heard you muttering!
Phantom: Umm… I have these bugs… in my ears… and I have to… talk to them… all the time…
Christine: What? Why!
Phantom: Umm… erm… well… look there's a big shiny thing on the bottom of the lake!
Christine: (gasp!) Where? (dives into water to look for shiny thing)
Phantom: Okay… think Erik think!
A/N: So how will the Phantom make Christine shut up? Well you can probably guess but I'm trying to make some dramatic tension here… please review if you like this story! Please! Oh… there's another verse to the Phantom of the Opera but I like it too much so I cut it…