Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock. Or the Phantom of the Opera. Pity!
Bones
"You know, this doesn't make you my date?" John clarified. "It's only supposed to shut you up."
Sherlock tried to answer, but all he could produce were indistinct sounds.
"Ah, music, sweet music …"
John sighed.
"And I don't mean the musical for a change."
Again, Sherlock protested, but in vain.
This was an outrage! Now he was not only bound – literally – to watch the stupid musical, he also couldn't comment on it and thereby ruin it for John. On the contrary – John was ruining his afternoon. This wonderful Easter Monday that was perfect for a case to work on. But the only case present was the mental case sitting in his chair, smirking at him.
"Are you enjoying yourself so far?" John asked, teasingly, when the third commercial break started with the announcement that the CD from the leading artist of the musical was just out.
Sherlock glared back at John.
"Oh, I have a brilliant idea", John continued, folding his arms. "Why don't we get this CD?"
He nodded at the flat screen.
"So you can listen to this beautiful music all day long."
Sherlock narrowed his eyes.
"Do you know what?" John decided. "I am going to order it right now."
With that he walked to his computer, while Sherlock thought of 221 ways to break John's bones.