Erik and Christine have a bad flight.
The second painful chapter of Down Once More.
A/N: Well, I was bored so I thought I would post this. Why? It is not our fault that you're bored! We don't deserve this!
Here begin the replies to the sad, sad readers who somehow enjoyed the story.
Hisinspiration: Glad you liked it. I live in Kerman, (yes the choir is an actuall high school choir, and I'm in it!Again, do you want a medal? Really, all you're doing is affirming that you are a self-insert Sue) And here practically the whole town is Mexican! so yeah, why wouldn't there be some mexicans in it? Besides, for some reason, in Mexico, PotO is very popular.Yea, I really didn't expect those Mexicans to like it, especially because it's a global hit. Obviously only Americans like musicals. At least, that's what my mom said.
LilangelbiggieD: Yeah, you can be in it. Oh god, she's inserting her phanbrat friends! Hey since this is sorta based on our lives, why not include the choir? I just wished we'd do masquerade for festivals. Hey the handout did say we would do show tunes.
Feedom's heart: Glad you liked it. Our choir gets invited everywhere, right now were leaning towards vienna but were too poor.
Phantom's Bride: Glad you liked it!
None of you guys want Erik? No, not what promises to be a horribly, horribly OOC shadow of the character. Oh well, Erik youre safe! Except from the powers of badphic! MWHAHA
Erik: Good, no more phangirls please! Including you!
Leota: Dude, just be glad that I paired you up with Christine in this.
Erik: yes but were dead!
Leota: Gesh your so technical. And I'm sooooo funny!
Erik: (gets out punjab lasso) I am what?
Leota: Don't event think about. (Points to a vase labeled vicomte) Right. If Erik wants to kill you, he's going to kill you. He takes orders from no one, least of all suethors.
Disclaimer: I am not Andrew Lloyd Webber or Gaston Leroux, so I don't own PotO.
The plane trip back to Kerman was a long one. Gloria had brought everything All of France? That's a lot of luggage. Definitely had to check some of that! with her. A CD player and her large CD collectionOMGah sooooo 1999! Poor Gloria doesn't have an mp3-player yet? Is this the source of grief that connects her to Erik's tortured soul?, including the special two disc editions of the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack to both the film and the musical In which case, it would be a cast recording, plsthnx. She had also brought her portable DVD player, despite her mother's warnings, and her DVD of the film. She had been watching the DVD, but soon fell asleep after "Music of the Night" was done. Gerard Butler singing the song had that effect on herit made her long to shove pillows into her ears, unlike her musical CD, where The musical CD is a place? she would listen to Michael Crawford do his renditon, and then skip ahead to the next track as soon as "Floating, Falling" came onWait, what? How can she listen to him do his rendition if she skips it?. With Gerry, she wished she was were Christine, with Michael, she wonders OMG verb tense what the casting directors were thinking. Ooooh no. She did NOT just diss MC. I understand some people have some valid complaints about his performance, but saying Gerard has a better voice??? Besides, no one cares who Gloria you prefer, suethor. You're already pushing it with your sad excuse for a narrative.
David had been sitting behind Gloria and watching her. But aren't plane seats really high? So he has x-ray vision, just like Christine! Or Gloria's sitting on his lap, the saucy minx He watched as she fell asleep. He looked at her as she slept. Yea, we got that. She looked so peacefull and beautifull Sigh. One "l" on both of those, hon. as she slept. Suddenly he could hear a woman singing. I've had it with these motherfuckin' singers on this motherfuckin' plane!
Angel of Music, my protector, come to me strange angel.
He saw in his mind, a man dressed in black leading a beautifull woman through a candle lit hallway.
He felt as if that man was him. and he was singing, Reread those last two sentences. Does this author have any grasp on punctuation AT ALL?
Once again with me,
our strange duet,
My power over you,
Grows stronger yet,
and though you turn from me, to glance behind
the phantom of the opera is there, inside your mind. Cut-paste lyrics. Sigh.
Erik had taken over David's body. He looked around him. everything felt strange. He recognised no one. And he was in a strange tube, hurtling through the sky! Erik was very confused. He liked it better in his nice, peaceful death. No phanbrats could hurt him there. Oh well, at least he had a nice shiny package of snack mix. Then he looked down at the girl sleeping in front of him. Marveling on his new-found x-ray vision/lap magnet.
There was something about her. This author really outdoes herself with description. He then recoginsed her as his beloved Christine.
Though she did not look like her. She and the girl had basically the same face, but this girl had skin that was slightly tanner. And her hair was jet black, unlike Christine who had chestnut curls. No stock hair colors here! But there was something about her, he knew it was his Christine. She had that awful OOC badphic stench. He reached out his hand to touch her cheek,
Soon my angel,soon. *headdesk*
Gloria soon woke up as her headphones were blasting "All I Ask of You, reprise" in her eardrums. She looked up and saw David's hand on her cheek as she had lost the ability to feel human in a tragic cosmetics accidentand the way he had been looking at her. She felt content and the touch felt familiar I guess it's hard to forget the DEATH-LIKE CHILL, then suddenly she saw the figure of a man dressed in blcak and half his face covered in a white mask in David's place. She screamed and slapped him, struggling to escape. Masked men on planes indicated big, big trouble. And why does David's body into Erik's while Gloria remains herself? She heard singing, and not the ones sighfrom her DVD player.
You alone can make my song take flight.
"Erik?" she whispered. Suddenly she didn't like herself anymore Oh good. Because I never have liked her. One step towards shaking of those delusions!. Christine had taken control. She looked at Erik wide-eyed. He only shook his head and looked at her solemnly. "Yes, Christine. We are in yet another nightmarish bit of phiction." Suddenly Erik and Christine had lost control of the bodies they had been inhabiting and David and Gloria taken control. The Verb Police arrest you in the name of common decency!
Gloria looked at David's hand on her face with confusion, what the hell? My thoughts exactly. About everything in this chapter. "Uh, David, what are you doing?"
David shook his head and pulled back his hand, "nothing"
"Uh, huh,"
Gloria was about to put her headphones back on when a voice next to her spoke, "Hey Glori, what was that about?" asked her friend Mischa Sr "How the hell did that masked man get there and then vanish? And you changed shapes, too! Am I on LSD?. Gloria had two friends by the name of Michelle, Big Michelle, whom she had dubbed Mischa Sr because she was a year older than her, and Little Michelle, or as they sometimes like to call her, "Shorty", who was the same age as Gloria. That was pointless. Gloria onl shrugged her shoulders at her friends question, " don't know". Grammar: *leaps from bridge*
A few hours later they were back home. It was late at night and everybody was going home. People were getting off the bus at the High school the only one in the worldand walking home, but Gloria and David had rides coming to pick them up. Gloria walked around the empty parking lot singing to her self. She caused glass to break and small animals to die with her voice. it was quite a talent.
In sleep he sang to me
in dreams he came,
that voice which calls to me,
and speaks my name,
Her voice was haunting in the atmosphere of that mid october night. Her high pitched voice sounded as if it didn't even belong to her. It was far to reminiscent of a dying cat to truly come from a human throat. David looked at her as she was singing. her voice sounded so beautiful as a soprano. He wondered why Mr. Atkinson had put her in the Alto section of the choir when her voice would have excelled as a soprano. He was caught back What? as he saw Gloria's ghostly form in the fog walk in his direction, then stop abruptlly halfway, she continued singing.
Angel of music,
hide no longer,
Come to me
strange angel. Whhhhyyyyy?
The familiar call waked something in him. Erik called out to her, Christine. Whoooa sudden re-possession! There was a blinding white light coming near them. They were then taken out of there misery by a speeding car. The End. It was gloria's father coming to take her home. Gloria snapped back to reality This sketchy possession thing could be quite an annoyance and went to the car and went home. He Who? Her dad? Because that was the last male named, which is what this pronoun should refer to just stood there and watched as the vehicle drove out of sight in the fog.He really wished his daughter wasn't such a bitch, leaving him there like that. So it begins my angel. Don't worry Christine, you will belong to me yet again. Uh, that would actually make her worry.
A/N: Okay guys, here's the next Chap. Woo, what plans does Erik/Daivd hane for Christine/Gloria? I still don't know, depends if I have weird dreams again tonight. I have weird dreams, too. They involved me with a weapon and phanbrats. Okay, since most of you probably don't get this, here's how I will write this. If Erik or Christine take over David or Gloria's bodies, I will start off the parts where they're possed by stating one of the former's names.Because I lack the writing ability to make this clear through prose. ok? NO! Sorry for the somewhat suckish chapter.You are not forgiven.
A/N: Well, I was bored so I thought I would post this. Why? It is not our fault that you're bored! We don't deserve this!
Here begin the replies to the sad, sad readers who somehow enjoyed the story.
Hisinspiration: Glad you liked it. I live in Kerman, (yes the choir is an actuall high school choir, and I'm in it!Again, do you want a medal? Really, all you're doing is affirming that you are a self-insert Sue) And here practically the whole town is Mexican! so yeah, why wouldn't there be some mexicans in it? Besides, for some reason, in Mexico, PotO is very popular.Yea, I really didn't expect those Mexicans to like it, especially because it's a global hit. Obviously only Americans like musicals. At least, that's what my mom said.
LilangelbiggieD: Yeah, you can be in it. Oh god, she's inserting her phanbrat friends! Hey since this is sorta based on our lives, why not include the choir? I just wished we'd do masquerade for festivals. Hey the handout did say we would do show tunes.
Feedom's heart: Glad you liked it. Our choir gets invited everywhere, right now were leaning towards vienna but were too poor.
Phantom's Bride: Glad you liked it!
None of you guys want Erik? No, not what promises to be a horribly, horribly OOC shadow of the character. Oh well, Erik youre safe! Except from the powers of badphic! MWHAHA
Erik: Good, no more phangirls please! Including you!
Leota: Dude, just be glad that I paired you up with Christine in this.
Erik: yes but were dead!
Leota: Gesh your so technical. And I'm sooooo funny!
Erik: (gets out punjab lasso) I am what?
Leota: Don't event think about. (Points to a vase labeled vicomte) Right. If Erik wants to kill you, he's going to kill you. He takes orders from no one, least of all suethors.
Disclaimer: I am not Andrew Lloyd Webber or Gaston Leroux, so I don't own PotO.
The plane trip back to Kerman was a long one. Gloria had brought everything All of France? That's a lot of luggage. Definitely had to check some of that! with her. A CD player and her large CD collectionOMGah sooooo 1999! Poor Gloria doesn't have an mp3-player yet? Is this the source of grief that connects her to Erik's tortured soul?, including the special two disc editions of the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack to both the film and the musical In which case, it would be a cast recording, plsthnx. She had also brought her portable DVD player, despite her mother's warnings, and her DVD of the film. She had been watching the DVD, but soon fell asleep after "Music of the Night" was done. Gerard Butler singing the song had that effect on herit made her long to shove pillows into her ears, unlike her musical CD, where The musical CD is a place? she would listen to Michael Crawford do his renditon, and then skip ahead to the next track as soon as "Floating, Falling" came onWait, what? How can she listen to him do his rendition if she skips it?. With Gerry, she wished she was were Christine, with Michael, she wonders OMG verb tense what the casting directors were thinking. Ooooh no. She did NOT just diss MC. I understand some people have some valid complaints about his performance, but saying Gerard has a better voice??? Besides, no one cares who Gloria you prefer, suethor. You're already pushing it with your sad excuse for a narrative.
David had been sitting behind Gloria and watching her. But aren't plane seats really high? So he has x-ray vision, just like Christine! Or Gloria's sitting on his lap, the saucy minx He watched as she fell asleep. He looked at her as she slept. Yea, we got that. She looked so peacefull and beautifull Sigh. One "l" on both of those, hon. as she slept. Suddenly he could hear a woman singing. I've had it with these motherfuckin' singers on this motherfuckin' plane!
Angel of Music, my protector, come to me strange angel.
He saw in his mind, a man dressed in black leading a beautifull woman through a candle lit hallway.
He felt as if that man was him. and he was singing, Reread those last two sentences. Does this author have any grasp on punctuation AT ALL?
Once again with me,
our strange duet,
My power over you,
Grows stronger yet,
and though you turn from me, to glance behind
the phantom of the opera is there, inside your mind. Cut-paste lyrics. Sigh.
Erik had taken over David's body. He looked around him. everything felt strange. He recognised no one. And he was in a strange tube, hurtling through the sky! Erik was very confused. He liked it better in his nice, peaceful death. No phanbrats could hurt him there. Oh well, at least he had a nice shiny package of snack mix. Then he looked down at the girl sleeping in front of him. Marveling on his new-found x-ray vision/lap magnet.
There was something about her. This author really outdoes herself with description. He then recoginsed her as his beloved Christine.
Though she did not look like her. She and the girl had basically the same face, but this girl had skin that was slightly tanner. And her hair was jet black, unlike Christine who had chestnut curls. No stock hair colors here! But there was something about her, he knew it was his Christine. She had that awful OOC badphic stench. He reached out his hand to touch her cheek,
Soon my angel,soon. *headdesk*
Gloria soon woke up as her headphones were blasting "All I Ask of You, reprise" in her eardrums. She looked up and saw David's hand on her cheek as she had lost the ability to feel human in a tragic cosmetics accidentand the way he had been looking at her. She felt content and the touch felt familiar I guess it's hard to forget the DEATH-LIKE CHILL, then suddenly she saw the figure of a man dressed in blcak and half his face covered in a white mask in David's place. She screamed and slapped him, struggling to escape. Masked men on planes indicated big, big trouble. And why does David's body into Erik's while Gloria remains herself? She heard singing, and not the ones sighfrom her DVD player.
You alone can make my song take flight.
"Erik?" she whispered. Suddenly she didn't like herself anymore Oh good. Because I never have liked her. One step towards shaking of those delusions!. Christine had taken control. She looked at Erik wide-eyed. He only shook his head and looked at her solemnly. "Yes, Christine. We are in yet another nightmarish bit of phiction." Suddenly Erik and Christine had lost control of the bodies they had been inhabiting and David and Gloria taken control. The Verb Police arrest you in the name of common decency!
Gloria looked at David's hand on her face with confusion, what the hell? My thoughts exactly. About everything in this chapter. "Uh, David, what are you doing?"
David shook his head and pulled back his hand, "nothing"
"Uh, huh,"
Gloria was about to put her headphones back on when a voice next to her spoke, "Hey Glori, what was that about?" asked her friend Mischa Sr "How the hell did that masked man get there and then vanish? And you changed shapes, too! Am I on LSD?. Gloria had two friends by the name of Michelle, Big Michelle, whom she had dubbed Mischa Sr because she was a year older than her, and Little Michelle, or as they sometimes like to call her, "Shorty", who was the same age as Gloria. That was pointless. Gloria onl shrugged her shoulders at her friends question, " don't know". Grammar: *leaps from bridge*
A few hours later they were back home. It was late at night and everybody was going home. People were getting off the bus at the High school the only one in the worldand walking home, but Gloria and David had rides coming to pick them up. Gloria walked around the empty parking lot singing to her self. She caused glass to break and small animals to die with her voice. it was quite a talent.
In sleep he sang to me
in dreams he came,
that voice which calls to me,
and speaks my name,
Her voice was haunting in the atmosphere of that mid october night. Her high pitched voice sounded as if it didn't even belong to her. It was far to reminiscent of a dying cat to truly come from a human throat. David looked at her as she was singing. her voice sounded so beautiful as a soprano. He wondered why Mr. Atkinson had put her in the Alto section of the choir when her voice would have excelled as a soprano. He was caught back What? as he saw Gloria's ghostly form in the fog walk in his direction, then stop abruptlly halfway, she continued singing.
Angel of music,
hide no longer,
Come to me
strange angel. Whhhhyyyyy?
The familiar call waked something in him. Erik called out to her, Christine. Whoooa sudden re-possession! There was a blinding white light coming near them. They were then taken out of there misery by a speeding car. The End. It was gloria's father coming to take her home. Gloria snapped back to reality This sketchy possession thing could be quite an annoyance and went to the car and went home. He Who? Her dad? Because that was the last male named, which is what this pronoun should refer to just stood there and watched as the vehicle drove out of sight in the fog.He really wished his daughter wasn't such a bitch, leaving him there like that. So it begins my angel. Don't worry Christine, you will belong to me yet again. Uh, that would actually make her worry.
A/N: Okay guys, here's the next Chap. Woo, what plans does Erik/Daivd hane for Christine/Gloria? I still don't know, depends if I have weird dreams again tonight. I have weird dreams, too. They involved me with a weapon and phanbrats. Okay, since most of you probably don't get this, here's how I will write this. If Erik or Christine take over David or Gloria's bodies, I will start off the parts where they're possed by stating one of the former's names.Because I lack the writing ability to make this clear through prose. ok? NO! Sorry for the somewhat suckish chapter.You are not forgiven.