I'm back with another chapter! It's been about a week, but I started another story: 2004 Movie Bloopers. It's pretty funny. You should read it.
Okay, now that that advertising's over, a few notes. Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed. I only got a few cameo requests, so I made up most of the unnamed fangirls/phangirls. Some phangirls will be in the next chapter. That's about it. Enjoy the chapter.
Disclaimer: If I owned POTO, the world would be an extremely strange place.
Review: Mumbling something about 'stupid, organ-playing characters Jennifer's obsessed with', Meghan headed back to her room. However, she suddenly heard a strange rumbling sound. "Uh-oh," she muttered. "This cannot be good."
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The rumbling soon increased and eventually became the distinguishable sound of many pairs of running feet. The sound grew and grew until it sounded as if hundreds of people were right outside the back door. Meghan cautiously approached it and drew back the curtain. In front of her were hundreds of insane-looking girls.
They had formed what seemed to be some kind of battle formation and were stomping their feet in time to the beat of a drum. Many of the girls were either wearing all black or some kind of Phantom of the Opera merchandise. They seemed to be chanting.
"You've got to be kidding me," Meghan announced to thin air. "Phangirls? How much more stupid can this story get?"
"My story is not stupid!" a booming voice shouted out.
"Huh? Who's there?" Meghan asked in confusion.
"I am the all-powerful authoress! Now let the phangirls in or I'll lock you in Carlotta's closet! With her still in it!"
Meghan looked a bit disturbed, but refused to obey the disembodied voice. "I don't care! I'll throw the Phantom into a black hole of doomed vorxtexness."
The voice gasped "You wouldn't! Fine! If you won't let the phangirls in, I will!"
The door magically opened and the phangirls surged in. The first to enter was a girl in an overly long black shirt and jeans. Grey eyes shone out from beneath her dark blonde hair. She was staring viciously at Meghan and brandishing a pair of scissors.
"Where's Erik? I want my Erik! He's the awesomestawesomeynessyest character ever! If you don't give me my Erik I'll get you with my scissors!" To exaggerate her point, the girl jabbed her scissors dangerously close to Meghan.
Meghan took a few steps backward. "I'll drag him up here for you if you stop waving those scissors around and answer some questions. First of all, who are you and what are you all doing here?"
"I'm Sumi and I'm the leader of this phangirl attack. We want to glomp and huggle and kiss and do multiple other things to our favorite characters."
"I want to find cookie friends!" someone called out from the back of the crowd.
"And I want to have a word with this so-called Erik," a male voice called out from behind the mass of girls, sounding somewhat near the one that had mentioned the cookies.
"Guys, be quiet already. She'll never let us in if we don't shut up." A short, somewhat chunky girl in a black shirt, black hoodie, black flip-flops and dark blue jeans shoved her way through the crowd and went up to Meghan. She pushed a strand of brown hair out of her face. "I'm Miranda. Sorry about my muses. They never know when to shut up."
Just then Raoul walked past the door. Several girls began squealing. Several others drew rope lassos and advanced menacingly toward him. Soon people began shouting.
"OMG! It's Raoul!! Raoul I love you!"
"Track down this evil fop! He must be found!"
"Raoul, will you marry me?!"
"Ataaaack!"
"Have you seen your older bother?"
Raoul glanced at the group of advancing girls and ran, screaming like a wimp, far away as quickly as possible. However, he soon realized how unheroic he was acting and tried to find his horse. This was when the mass of shrieking girls caught up with him. Meghan hastily averted her eyes and looked to the remainder of the group. "Who are you looking for?" she asked the group in general.
"ERIK!!!"
"Philippe!"
"Phantom!"
"Cookie friends!"
"Erik and chocolate!"
"Meg!
"That hot guy in the mask!"
"Nadir!"
"Madame Giry!"
"Coffee and sugar!"
"The Persian!"
"Captain Jack Sparrow!"
"Sorrelli!"
"The managers!"
"All right, all right! I get it!" Meghan called out. Everyone slowly quieted down. Meghan momentarily disappeared. She returned with all the characters. Even Carlotta, who had finally been let out of her closet. "Find your desired character and feel free to do whatever you like. I'm sorry, but Philippe, Jack Sparrow, and Sorrelli aren't here. There are Girl Scout cookies on the table and coffee somewhere. Have fun!"
The crazed phans and fans rushed for their favorite characters. Soon everyone except Carlotta was surrounded by fans, though some had more than others. Meghan stood back and watched the scene with amusement.
Firmin was attacking the cookies along with what appeared to be a giant cookie man asking the cookies to be his friends. Andre was having a discussion with Debbienne, Poligny, Richard and Moncharmin, who had somehow appeared. A few fans were trying to interrupt their conversation. Erik was completely covered by a pile of crazed phans. Nadir was entertaining several curious girls. Meg was giving away free ballet lessons and answering questions during occasional breaks. Madame Giry was assisting Meg and talking to her own fans. Suddenly Jane walked into the living room, chatting with Davy Jones and a man whom Meghan didn't recognize.
"Oh my gosh! It's Jack Sparrow!" A girl cried out from her lonely place by the door. She ran up to Jane followed by another girl. A couple more girls rushed up to Davy Jones. A few also decided that the other man was Philippe de Chagny and began attacking him. Meghan started laughing her head off and couldn't stop.
Sorry if the ending seemed a bit lame or if the chapter was kind of short. My sister's been pressuring me to get off the computer and do something with her. I decided to give in eventually.
I'd just like to say how much I appreciate everyone who reviews. I love you all! So please review and make me a happy authoress.