Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock. Or the Phantom of the Opera. Pity!
Blast
Rubbing his wrists to get the feeling in his hands back, Sherlock looked at John, angrily.
"You needed to prove your point, didn't you?"
"It was the only way to shut you up," John explained, turning back to the flat screen. "Oh, the commercial break is nearly over."
He gave Sherlock a warning glance.
"Now, one more disrespectful comment about the performance or the actors and you will find yourself back in duct tape, do you understand?"
"Perfectly," Sherlock grunted. "As if you could pull that stunt again!"
"Don't tempt me, Sherlock," John warned. "When it comes to this musical I won't be trifled with."
Sherlock frowned.
"Have you ever seen it live on stage?"
"No, I didn't have the pleasure," John said, regretfully. "The tickets are ridiculously expensive. I do know the music, though."
"You bought the CD," Sherlock deducted.
"This musical is from the mid-80s, Sherlock, hence the 25th anniversary," John explained. "It was on tape back then, but, yes, I did buy it."
"Do not remind me of tape!" Sherlock said, darkly.
"Sorry," John apologized. "Bad memories?"
"The worst," Sherlock answered. "You nearly tore off my skin."
"Just keep your bloody opinion to yourself next time!"
"Next time?" Sherlock repeated. "There will be a next time?"
"I'm taping this", John said, matter-of-factly.
Sherlock rolled his eyes.
"Oh, blast!"