Well, I suppose it's that time. I didn't do it before, because only my original characters were introduced, but now I'm introducing characters that already exist, so here goes...

Disclaimer: I own only my characters, Lulu and Wenda. If I owned The Phantom of the Opera, well, let's just say, the world would be VERY different.

Chapter 2 : This Is Really Not My Day!

As soon as I made my wish, I felt myself lifted up into the air, wind blowing my hair around like crazy, and when I could finally get the hair off my face, all I could see was pictures swirling all around me, too fuzzy to tell what they were.

Then suddenly, the wind stopped, and everything went black.

When I opened my eyes, I was lying down on a cold hard floor, and, (was it snow?) was falling on face and hair in what I assumed was a dramatic way, like in the magazine ads for winter clothes. Because I am such a romantic.

When I had gotten to my feet, the first thing I noticed was the giant statue of a man holding an instrument that looked a bit like a small harp. I realized that it was the Apollo's Lyre.

First thing that popped into my head when I realized that was, ...OHMYGOSHHOLYCRAPIT'SREALLYHAPPENED!

Yeah, I tend to get a bit wound up sometimes.

A sound interrupted my internal excitement.

What is that? It sounds like... Someone's crying.

I looked around to try to locate the gentle sobbing, when I saw a figure hunched over on the ground, shaking.

A figure in an awesome Dracula-esque cloak.

Could it be?

It took all my willpower to hold back my ridiculous grinning, because I knew I shouldn't smile when someone was sad.

I was trying to decide if I should go over and comfort the crying person, when suddenly, he stood up, and dropped a crumbled rose he had had in his hands that I didn't see before.

Then, he began to run to the edge of the rooftop, and before I could yell at him to stop, he had climbed on the itty-bitty statue that stood there, and sang.

"YOU WILL CURSE THE DAY YOU DID NOT DO... ALL THAT THE PHANTOM ASKED OF YOU!"

My jaw dropped. It couldn't be...

The figure turned around, an angry snarl on his face as well as an itty-bitty white mask that covered the upper left part of his face. And with a twirl of his not-so-awesome-anymore cape, he was gone.

I was frozen to the ground in shock. This was not what I had asked for, not what I wanted...

I think it was five whole minutes before my brain reacted.

WHATTHEFREAKINGHECKWASTHAT?

I believe I already told you how wound up I could get about things sometimes.

My mouth suddenly wasn't numb anymore. "What? Was that Gerik? I don't want Gerik!"

I left my hiding spot, fuming. I felt like I had been cheated. I had no patience for Gerik. His itty-bitty (Have you noticed, that's my favorite word now!) rash on his face that he dared call a deformity always got me so wound up. If he thought his face was terrifying, then he probably hasn't seen Chucky. I mean, that is just one CREEPY doll! Have you seen his face? And the way he grins-I'm getting off subject. Where was I?

Oh yeah. I was describing my predicament.

So, trying to figure out what went wrong when I had made my wish, I suddenly had an idea.

Light bulb! "Wenda! Where are you? We need to talk," I called out into the sky, hoping no one saw me and thought I was a lunatic.

Then I remembered that I was on top of the opera house, and no one could see me unless I leaned over the edge.

Before I could slap my face for my stupidty, my fairy godmother replied.

"Yes dear?"

"Where are you?" I asked, spinning in circles like an idiot trying to find her.

"Right here dear."

I turned around, and there she was, in all her sparkly, nauseatingly girly glory.

"So, Wenda, what happened?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"What do you mean?"

"When I made my wish, I wished to meet the Phantom of the Opera. As in, the original one. From the book. Why am I in the 2004 movie?" My eyes narrowed.

"Oh, is that what you wanted? Oh my dear, I'm so sorry! I thought you meant the 2004 movie version!"

"Why would you think that?"

"Well, because when young ladies like yourself wish to meet the Phantom of the opera, they usually mean the 2004 movie version."

"Wait, there are other girls who wished for that?" I asked, confused.

"You have no idea how many wishes I have to grant like that. I suppose I was just in the habit," Wenda explained, shaking her head.

"Huh. I had no idea... Anyways, can you fix it?" I asked.

"I think so..." Wenda replied, pointing her wand at me.

And suddenly, everything went white. As in, you know when you faint, you usually see black? Well, I was seeing white.

What seemed like a thousand POOFs later to me, we were back on the roof of the opera house.

"What happened?" I asked, trying to ignore the major headache that was distracting me.

"It appears we have a problem my dear," Wenda replied, sighing.

"What problem?"

"I cannot just wave my wand and POOF, you got your wish. I don't know quite know what, but something went wrong. The only way for you to get your wish is to travel through all of the Phantom adaptations, until you find your way to the right one. I don't know why, but that's what you have to do."

"Wait, travel? As in, I have to go through all of the movie adaptations throughout the years until I get to the book?" This wasn't making any sense.

"I'm afraid so, my dear."

"But, that's so... STUPID! And unfair! Why should I have to do all that to get my one, stupid, wish?" If I yelled any louder, people might think someone was being murdered on the rooftop.

"I don't know why my dear, but you must. Oh, and you also can't go back to your home until you finish your quest."

"W-w-wa-wait, what? I can't go HOME until I finish my stupid quest? And why is it a quest?" I asked, sputtering.

"Because I never got to call anything a quest before! It's fun!"

"THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!"

"Hmm?... Oh, you mean, why you can't go home. Like I said, I don't know," Wenda shrugged.

Seething, I tried to find something that I could vent my anger and frustration on. When I didn't find anything, I just pulled at my hair.

"Try to calm down dear, being angry isn't going to help anything," Wenda suggested, putting her hands on my shoulders.

I sighed. She was right. Being angry wasn't gonna get me anywhere.

Sighing again, I asked, "So, what exactly do I have to do to get through all the adaptations?"

"Hmm. I'm not sure. Maybe you should just stay around the opera house until something happens, maybe you need to fix something in the story, I'm not sure. But you're a smart girl, you'll figure it out!"

"Hmph." Wenda sure was helpful, wasn't she?

Oh, I shouldn't be like that. She was just trying to help after all.

Breathing slowly to calm myself, I said, "Well, I suppose I ought to figure something out. Maybe I can get a job as someone's maid. Or, I suppose I should just go apply for a job. I think I'll talk to the managers. What do you think Wenda?"

"You could do that, I suppose," She replied, as bubbly as ever.

Man, this is really not my day!