A/N: Okay I'm back though I don't think this chapter will turn out quite how I would like it to be. Please bear with me the few people who actually read this and enjoy it!
Disclaimer: Yes! It is I! Andrew Lloyd Webber… and I am writing fanfiction about my wonderful creation The Phantom of the Opera. Come on…
THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA: Slightly Revised
The Music of the Night?
Christine: Hey! (resurfacing and walking onto ground) There wasn't any shiny thing down there in the lake and now I'm all wet! (pouts)
Phantom: Oh I'm sorry darling… the old eyesight must be giving out on me!
Christine: That's no excuse! (starts so cry)
Phantom: Don't cry Christine… umm…
Nighttime sharpens
Heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defenses
Christine: (breathing heavily) (to herself) Darn corset… I need to remember those heavy breathing lessons Meg taught me….
Phantom:
Slowly gently night unfurls its splendor
Christine: Excuse me! (pant pant) I think that's out of order!
Phantom: What? No it isn't!
Christine: Yes (pant) it (pant) is (pant)!
Phantom: Should I get you a paper bag?
Christine: No! (pant) Hey… what's this? (pant) (makes way to a pretty curtain)
Phantom: No! Don't touch that!
Christine: (finds life size mannequin of herself) Well… now I know why you needed that one way mirror! (examines dress) This dress is half an inch off in the hem! And that lipstick is definitely not my color!
Phantom: Oh…
Christine: (pant, pant, pant) (faints)
Phantom: I knew the mannequin would be too much for her!
Christine: (thinking to herself) Can't… breath! Must loosen… corset…
Phantom: What should I do with her… hmm… (grabs blanket and drapes over Christine) There… that should be good enough… now I must go fix that dress! (runs off to sewing machine)
While the Phantom sews a new dress for Christine… Raoul is desperately searching for his lost love… kinda…
Raoul: Oh my love, my love! Where are you! (begins to cry while still in Christine's dressing room)
MG: Excuse me monsieur… but what are you doing here?
Raoul: Oh it's terrible… she's gone! (flips hair sadly)
MG: YOU MEAN YOU LOST HER?
Raoul: Well I didn't know that I was supposed to watch her!
MG: Don't you remember? I told you right before you went to her room!
Raoul: Hmm… (flashback)
MG: Now… when you get to Christine's room you have to remember TO STAY WITH HER UNTIL I COME BACK! Got it?
Raoul: Yes sir… I mean miss… (salutes proudly)
MG: Good… now whatever you do… if you hear a mysterious voice coming from her dressing room you must turn the handle to the LEFT and not the right… that handle has been messed up for a while now.
Raoul: Left… not right… got it! Now if you don't mind me asking… why exactly does Christine need a babysitter?
MG: Isn't it obvious? (stalks off)
Raoul: What's obvious? Okay… left not right… left not right… left… ooh! Pretty girl! (runs up to Meg flirtatiously)
Raoul: Oh yeah… I remember now… I guess your daughter caused to me to forget when she slapped me upside the head with that fish…
MG: She did what? Never mind… I don't want to know… I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU LOST HER!
Raoul: Why did she need me to watch her again?
MG: Because… even though she may be a brunette she is really blonde at heart and she always manages to do something incredibly stupid when left alone…
Raoul: Well… that's never happened to me…
MG: My daughter slapped you in the head with a fish…
Raoul: Point taken…
MG: Anyway… have you tried looking around the Opera house for her?
Raoul: No… that would never work… we might find her…
MG: …
Raoul: Wow… you're awful quiet…
MG: Were you dropped on your over fluffed head as a child?
Raoul: You know… someone else asked me that too… my dad was always skirting around the topic at the dinner table and during family gatherings…
MG: You know what skirting means?
Raoul: Doesn't it mean to drop on the head?
MG: It all makes so much sense now!
Raoul: What makes sense?
MG: Isn't it obvious? (stalks off)
Raoul: WHAT'S SO OBVIOUS ABOUT IT? (begins crying again)
A/N: Okay… kind of a weird chapter… sorry… anyway… please review!