The Phantom of the Motherfucking Opera
Gai walked jauntily backstage, anxious and estatic over the upcoming preformance. He expected to be met with the smell of good luck roses and the even greater enthusiasm of the cast, but all he got was a wave of nervousness and what may have been the smell of vomit. Pre-show jitters, everyone gets them. Gai in particular felt jittery. He couldn't quite figure why he was more nerbous now than he was back when he performed in shows. He paced backstage, taking deep breaths. "It'll be fine, it'll be fine..." he repeated his mantra. Suddenly, a loud DUUUUUUN, DUN DUN DUN DUN DUUUUUUUN rocked the school auditorium. "Oh my, here it is!" He ran to the left wing of the stage so he could control the curtain. He insisted on this job so he could get a good view of what was happening. He took a peek at the audience. It was a large crowd. He whispered to himself, "Let my opera begin."