Notes: Alright…I don't own POTO, and if you thought I did, well…get help.
Secondly, this is parody, but I'm not picking on anyone specifically.
Finally, if you can't handle sarcasm, don't read this. ^_^;;
Chapter One
One bright and sunny, little Mary Sue Parfait stood outside the grand structure that was the Opèra Garnier. Lost and all alone in the world, she thought to herself, "I'm dirt poor and will probably end up a prostitute, but maybe I can get a menial job at that big building."
Suddenly feeling perky, she merrily skipped over to the Paris Opera House. Ignoring the fact that she was dressed in absurdly ratty clothes, she confidently strode to the managers' office, with only one wrong turn. Then she gently rapt on the door, losing her confident air.
"What? What? Who is it?" one of the managers bellowed.
"Good day, sir. My name is Mary Sue Parfait. I was wondering if I could get a job helping clean the Opera."
"Clean? You can't even keep yourself clean!"
"If I had money, I could."
"Oh, well then…"
Magically, for the sake of plot convenience, she gets the job.
M. Richard led her down a narrow hallway. "Now, you're going to stay in here, alright?"
"A dressing room?" Mary Sue asked innocently.
M. Richard scowled. "No one wants it anymore. Frankly, if we could remove it without ruining the entire building…Oh, never mind! That damned girl isn't here anymore, thank God. Now, you start tomorrow, understand, Mlle. Parfait?"
"Yes, sir!" she answered enthusiastically.
Poor wee little Mary Sue was afraid of being alone in the dark in her new home, so she began to sing softly to herself. Somehow, a very depressed Erik manages to hear this five levels down. And, bright man that he is, realizes that it's from Christine's old dressing room. Hoping against hope, he trekked up behind the mirror.
"Child…" he whispered.
"Eep! Ghosts!" Mary Sue exclaimed.
Oh, hell, Erik thought.
"Hello? Who's there? Um…Mr. Ghost?"
Erik, far too annoyed with humanity to care, decided to have some fun toying with the naïve young girl.
"Child…what were you singing before?"
"Me? Oh, nothing…"
"Would you mind singing it again?"
"Sure." And so she did.
Hmm, not half bad, Erik thought. "Child, would you like to sing for the opera?"
"I don't know…I guess it's a paycheck!"
Erik rolled his eyes. "Would you like to be tutored by the Angel of Music?"
"There's no such thing."
"Yes, there is."
"Okay. Um…Angel, sir…I'm Mary Sue!"
"Very well. Your lessons start tomorrow."
"I have work…"
"I'll take care of it."
"Yipee!"
Well, we all know where this is headed…^_^;;
Chapter One
One bright and sunny, little Mary Sue Parfait stood outside the grand structure that was the Opèra Garnier. Lost and all alone in the world, she thought to herself, "I'm dirt poor and will probably end up a prostitute, but maybe I can get a menial job at that big building."
Suddenly feeling perky, she merrily skipped over to the Paris Opera House. Ignoring the fact that she was dressed in absurdly ratty clothes, she confidently strode to the managers' office, with only one wrong turn. Then she gently rapt on the door, losing her confident air.
"What? What? Who is it?" one of the managers bellowed.
"Good day, sir. My name is Mary Sue Parfait. I was wondering if I could get a job helping clean the Opera."
"Clean? You can't even keep yourself clean!"
"If I had money, I could."
"Oh, well then…"
Magically, for the sake of plot convenience, she gets the job.
M. Richard led her down a narrow hallway. "Now, you're going to stay in here, alright?"
"A dressing room?" Mary Sue asked innocently.
M. Richard scowled. "No one wants it anymore. Frankly, if we could remove it without ruining the entire building…Oh, never mind! That damned girl isn't here anymore, thank God. Now, you start tomorrow, understand, Mlle. Parfait?"
"Yes, sir!" she answered enthusiastically.
Poor wee little Mary Sue was afraid of being alone in the dark in her new home, so she began to sing softly to herself. Somehow, a very depressed Erik manages to hear this five levels down. And, bright man that he is, realizes that it's from Christine's old dressing room. Hoping against hope, he trekked up behind the mirror.
"Child…" he whispered.
"Eep! Ghosts!" Mary Sue exclaimed.
Oh, hell, Erik thought.
"Hello? Who's there? Um…Mr. Ghost?"
Erik, far too annoyed with humanity to care, decided to have some fun toying with the naïve young girl.
"Child…what were you singing before?"
"Me? Oh, nothing…"
"Would you mind singing it again?"
"Sure." And so she did.
Hmm, not half bad, Erik thought. "Child, would you like to sing for the opera?"
"I don't know…I guess it's a paycheck!"
Erik rolled his eyes. "Would you like to be tutored by the Angel of Music?"
"There's no such thing."
"Yes, there is."
"Okay. Um…Angel, sir…I'm Mary Sue!"
"Very well. Your lessons start tomorrow."
"I have work…"
"I'll take care of it."
"Yipee!"
Well, we all know where this is headed…^_^;;