Hey, here's the second chapter! Not much to say, just review!
This chapter is dedicated to my betas: Novitas, Mrs.GerryButler, and Elphie Bubble!
After the last movie ended, Giry clones began to swarm around, bringing in sound equipment and setting up a huge stage. With some assistance from the Guardian security guards and various fangirl fantasies, everything was set up within fifteen minutes and the first students made her way to the stage. This particular fan was Erik for President, and she ascended the steps to the stage in leaps, ran to center stage, and grabbed the microphone off the stand. Will (The leader of the Guardian security guards), was hovering near the ceiling and had a camera projecting the fan's image onto the huge movie screen behind her. Taranee (the Fire Guardian, for you non-Witch fans)was holding a large spotlight and beaming it down onto the fan as she congratulated Will," Good idea. Do we get to sing, too?"
Will shrugged. Hay Lin(the Air Guardian) flew near them from her position near the projector room. "Shut up, guys, they're starting now. The plan is, if someone really sucks, I'm supposed to do my Radio Hay Lin© thing and make them sound good."
Cornelia detached herself from Caleb and joined them. "Even the authoress, if we can manage to drag her down here?"
Hay Lin shuddered. "I'm not sure even I could make her sound good."
Erik for President didn't look a bit nervous as she began to sing:
Tonight I'm going to have myself a real good time I'm a shooting star leaping through the sky I'm burning through the sky yeah Don't stop me now I'm having such a good time I'm a rocket ship on my way to Mars I'm burning through the sky yeah Don't stop me don't stop me I'm burning through the sky yeah Don't stop me now I'm having such a good time
I feel alive and the world turning inside out yeah
And floating around in ecstasy
So don't stop me now don't stop me
'Cause I'm having a good time having a good time
Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity
I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva
I'm gonna go go go
There's no stopping me
Two hundred degrees that's why they call me Mr.
Fahrenheit
I'm travelling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic man out of you
I'm having a ball don't stop me now
If you wanna have a good time just give me a call
Don't stop me now ('cause I'm having a good time)
Don't stop me now (yes I'm having a good time)
I don't want to stop at all
On a collision course
I am a satellite I'm out of control
I am a sex machine ready to reload
Like an atom bomb about to
Oh oh oh oh oh explode
Two hundred degrees that's why they call me Mr.
Fahrenheit
I'm travelling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic woman of you
Don't stop me hey hey hey!
Don't stop me don't stop me
Don't stop me have a good time
Good time don't stop me
Don't stop me Ah
Two hundred degrees that's why they call me Mr.
Fahrenheit
I'm travelling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic man out of you
I'm having a ball don't stop me now
If you wanna have a good time just give me a call
Don't stop me now ('cause I'm having a good time)
Don't stop me now (yes I'm having a good time)
I don't want to stop at all.
As she sang, she began to roll her shoulders and do little made-up dance steps in place, having a blast with her time in the spotlight. Hay Lin had worked her magic, and the fan's voice sounded good. Not Christine-during-Think-of-Me good, but very pleasant nonetheless. There was applause as she finished the song, and she then returned to her seat, blushing happily.
Next to climb the steps to the stage was Elphie Bubble, wearing a white tank top and green plaid pajama-style pants. After giving the Eriks a hearty wave, she sang:
Many years I have waited Did that really just happen? When I meet the Wizard Once I'm with the Wizard And one day, he'll say to me, "Elphaba, And though of course Unlimited And I'll stand there with the Wizard
For a gift like yours to appear
Why, I predict the Wizard
Could make you his
Magic grand vizier!
My dear, my dear
I'll write at once to the Wizard
Tell him of you in advance
With a talent like yours, dear
There is a defin-ish chance
If you work as you should
You'll be making good:
Have I actually understood?
This weird quirk I've tried
To suppress or hide
Is a talent that could
Help me meet the Wizard
If I make good
So I'll make good:
Once I prove my worth
And then I meet the Wizard
What I've waited for since: since birth!
And with all his Wizard wisdom
By my looks, he won't be blinded
Do you think the Wizard is dumb?
Or, like Munchkins, so small-minded?
No! He'll say to me,
"I see who you truly are -
A girl on whom I can rely!"
And that's how we'll begin
The Wizard and I:
My whole life will change
'Cuz once you're with the Wizard
No one thinks you're strange!
No father is not proud of you,
No sister acts ashamed
And all of Oz has to love you
When by the Wizard you're acclaimed
And this gift - or this curse -
I have inside
Maybe at last, I'll know why
When we are hand and hand -
The Wizard and I!
A girl who is so superior
Shouldn't a girl who's so good inside
Have a matching exterior?
And since folks here to an absurd degree
Seem fixated on your verdigris
Would it be all right by you
If I de-greenify you?"
That's not important to me
"All right, why not?" I'll reply
Oh, what a pair we'll be
The Wizard and I:
Yes, what a pair we'll be
The Wizard and:
My future is unlimited
And I've just had a vision
Almost like a prophecy
I know - it sounds truly crazy
And true, the vision's hazy
But I swear, someday there'll be
A celebration throughout Oz
That's all to do with me!
Feeling things I've never felt
And though I'd never show it
I'll be so happy, I could melt!
And so it will be
For the rest of my life
And I'll want nothing else
Till I die
Held in such high esteem
When people see me, they will scream
For half of Oz's fav'rite team:
The Wizard
And I!
She threw a few spins and twirls in for good measure before skipping happily off the stage to applause.
The authoress announced ,"Next up is one of my close friends, named flyingwolfatheart, an excellent actress(She does the best impression of a stone wall that I've ever seen), and she is currently walking in her typical fashion, head down and staring at the floor, with small, shuffling steps. If you aren't getting a clear picture, think about how the Benedictan monks walk." She was wearing a blue t-shirt, black cargo pants, and was blushing as she normally did when nervous. About halfway up the steps, she decided to buck up and stop looking so nervous. She stomped her feet angrily and said in an angry voice," No freaking way are you going to get me to sing. I'm outta here." She jumped off the stage, and stomped back to her seat.
The authoress sounded slightly confused. "O-kay. Next singer, Mrs. Gerard Butler."
Mrs. Gerard Butler looked happy as she ran to the front of the room, taking care not to tread on her jeans with her black cowboy boots. Her t-shirt was blue, and had a sports logo on it. With a quick grin shot at the general audience, she sang:
Think of me
think of me fondly,
when we've said goodbye.
Remember me
once in a while -
please promise me
you'll try.
When you find We never said
that, once
again, you long
to take your heart back
and be free -
if you
ever find
a moment,
spare a thought
for me
our love
was evergreen,
or as unchanging
as the sea -
but if
you can still
remember
stop and think
of me . . .
Think of all the things
we've shared and seen -
don't think about the things
which might have been . . .
Think of me,
think of me waking,
silent and
resigned.
Imagine me,
trying too hard
to put you
from my mind.
Recall those days
look back
on all those times,
think of the things
we'll never do -
there will
never be
a day, when
I won't think
of you . .
She paused to catch her breath, then continued:
We never said
our love
was evergreen,
or as unchanging
as the sea -
but please
promise me,
that sometimes
you will think
of me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She held the last word out in a soaring crescendo, and Hay Lin high-fived Taranee. Mrs. Gerard Butler skipped down the steps, tripped, and landed at the feet of the applauding Eriks, who had decided to be nice and clap for everyone. She laid there for a second, winded, before Gerik stretched out a glove hand. She gingerly accepted it, and he pulled her to her feet. With a smile, she muttered," Thank you" and raced back to her seat, looking like a tomato, what with all her blushing.
LerouxErik inquired,"Why did you do that?"
Gerik shrugged. "I don't have issues with the non-Sue writing fans. Besides, she's a decent singer, I might reminisce the Angel of Music days and take up some new students. These girls are all pretty good singers, after all."
They had missed the announcement of the next fan, who happened to be Evanesce, who was wearing a Matrix-y black outfit and a silver-and-red cape over top. She had been singing:
I'm limited: Like a comet pulled from orbit It well may be Because I knew you: I have been changed for good And just to clear the air But then, I guess we know And none of it seems to matter anymore
Just look at me - I'm limited
And just look at you -
You can do all I couldn't do, Glinda
So now it's up to you
I've heard it said
That people come into our lives for a reason
Bringing something we must learn
And we are led
To those who help us most to grow
If we let them
And we help them in return
Well, I don't know if I believe that's true
But I know I'm who I am today
Because I knew you:
As it passes a sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you
I have been changed for good
That we will never meet again
In this lifetime
So let me say before we part
So much of me
Is made of what I learned from you
You'll be with me
Like a handprint on my heart
And now whatever way our stories end
I know you have re-written mine
By being my friend:
Like a ship blown from its mooring
By a wind off the sea
Like a seed dropped by a skybird
In a distant wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you:
I ask forgiveness
For the things I've done you blame me for
There's blame to share
Like a comet pulled From orbit
Like a ship blown off it's mooring Who can say if I've been changed for the better? And because I knew you: Because I knew you: Because I knew you:
Passes a sun, like By a wind off the
A stream that meets Sea, like a seed
A boulder, half-way Dropped by a
Through the wood Bird in the wood
I do believe I have been changed for the better?
I have been changed for good………
She trailed off the last note, making it long and sweet. She smiled as the audience clapped, and walked down the steps carefully, even though she half hoped to make Mrs. Gerard Butler's mistake.
The authoress announced," And coming up, we have LonesomeGurlAngelofDeath. Oh, and she either wants ALWErik or Gerik, you can pick amongst yourselves in a nonviolent way."
ALWErik and Gerik pointed at each other and said," Him. I volunteer him.". Groaning, Rerik shoved ALWErik forward onto the stage. ALWErk sighed. "What are we singing? And what's your name, anyhow?"
She blushed at being directly addressed by an Erik. "Either Music of the Night or Past the Point of No Return. And my name is LonesomeGurlAngelofDeath, but you can call me Angel(a/n Sorry, way too long to type repeatedly.)."
He gave a curt nod and said," Music of the Night sounds good. Do you want to sing it together, Angel?"
"Sounds good."
Together they began to sing:
Night-time sharpens, Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendour Close your eyes and surrender to your Softly, deftly, Let your mind start a journey Floating, falling, sweet intoxication! You alone can make my song take flight -
heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defences ...
Grasp it, sense it - tremulous and tender
Turn your face away
from the garish light of day,
turn your thoughts away
from cold, unfeeling light -
and listen to the music of the night ...
darkest dreams!
Purge your thoughts of the life
you knew before!
Close your eyes,
let your spirit start to soar!
And you'll live
as you've never lived before ...
music shall surround you ...
Feel it, hear it,
closing in around you ...
Open up your mind,
let your fantasies unwind,
in this darkness which
you know you cannot fight -
the darkness of the music of the night ...
through a strange new world!
Leave all thoughts
of the world you knew before!
Let your soul take you where you
long to be !
Only then can you belong to me ...
Touch me, trust me savour each sensation!
Let the dream begin,
let your darker side give in
to the power of the music that I write -
the power of the music of the night ...
help me make the music of the night . . .
Although Angel was singing into the microphone and ALWErik was using his ventriloquism, their voices blended together, without one drowning the other out. After the last few notes of the song ended, ALWErik turned to face the student. She extended her hand, and they shook hands formally before walking off the stage.
"Coming up next, ladies and gents, in Just Plain Insane, singing Greenfinch and Linnet Bird. Give her a round of applause, people."
As she climbed the steps, everyone noticed the swirling blue skirt, thin white shirt, and purple camisole she wore. After taking the microphone in her hands and giving the audience a nervous smile, she sang:
Green finch, and linnet bird,
Nightingale, blackbird,
How is it you sing?
How can you jubilate
sitting in cages
never taking wing?
Outside the sky waits
beckoning!
Beckoning!
Just beyond the bars...
How can you remain
staring at the rain,
maddened by the stars?
How is it you sing
anything?
How is it you sing?
Green finch. and linnet bird,
nightingale, blackbird
How is it you sing?
Whence comes this melody
constantly floating?
Is it rejoicing or merely aloaming?
Are you discussing?
Or fussing?
Or simply dreaming?
Are you crowing?
Are you screaming?
Ringdove and robinet
is it for wages?
Singing to be sold?
Have you decided it's safer in cages
singing when you're told?
My cage has many rooms
damask and dark...
Nothing there sings,
not even my lark.
Larks never will, you know,
when they're captive.
Teach me to be more
adaptive.
Ah...
Green Finch, and Linnet Bird,
nightingale, blackbird,
teach me how to sing.
If I cannot fly...
She spoke the last line, her face serious:
Let me sing.
The audience burst into applause. Her voice was good, and the song seemed to fit the Phantom of the Opera theme perfectly.
LerouxErik whispered in KayErik's ear," I rather like that song. It has a certain appeal, I think, because we are like it. Trapped, and yet we still sing."
KayErik nodded.
The authoress shouted over her PA system," Okay, peeps, up next is Trek Phan, singing Wandering Child. She wants you, Gerik, so get up there." He found himself shoved by the hands of a vengeful ALWErik, and sighed as he stood up next to a smiling Trek Phan. Her strange clothes made him stare. Those pants-Jeans, that's what they were called-looked like something a man would wear, and was that a Prying Pandora t-shirt? He snapped his fingers, and a mosoleum appeared, along with some snow and tombstones. With a Jedi-worthy leap, he climbed to the top of the small building, and sang:
Wandering child
So lost, so helpless
Yearning for my guidance
Trek Phan looked slightly dazed for a second before replying in song:
Angel or
Father?
Friend or phantom?
Who is it there staring?
Gerik's voice was gentle:
Have you forgotten your angel?
Trek Phan's voice grew steadily louder:
Angel, oh speak!
What endless
Longings! Gerik's voice deepened, and was soothing.
Echo in this whisper…………
Too long you've wandered in winter.
Far from my
fathering gaze.
Trek Phan tilted her head, and looked thoughtful.
Wildly my mind beats
against you
Gerik sounded the slightest bit bitter. They sang together: Gerik's voice was triumphant as he sang:
You resist-
Yet the soul obeys...
Angel of Music!
You denied me
Turning from true beauty
Angel of Music!
Do not
shun me Trek Phan's voice was joyful:
Come to your strange Angel...
Angel of Music!
I denied you
Turning from true beauty
Angel of Music!
My
protector...
Come to me, strange Angel...
Gerik's voice was almost angry, and filled with power:
I am your Angel of Music...
Come to me, Angel of Music……
They both stopped singing there, and the mosoleum, snow, and tombstones vanished. Gerik gave Trek Phan a quick grin before returning to his seat.
Trek Phan promptly passed out. The Guardian security guards swooped down, picked her up, and gently set her back in her seat.
The authoress had grown bored with her announcing job, and simply said," Here's VegetaAgarwaen(a/n Your name is a real doozy to type, you know that?). Woot, let's all clap."
VA was wearing tight black pants, high-heeled black boots, a crimson-streaked black shirt, a Pirates of the Caribbean medallion, skull and crossbone earrings, and a skull hairclip. She took the microphone, and sang in a clear voice:
When the evening falls As I walk the room there before me a shadow. Forever searching; never right, Even though I leave will I go on believing
And the daylight is fading,
From within me calls.
Could it be I am sleeping?
For a moment I stray,
Then it holds me completely.
Close to home - I cannot say.
Close to home feeling so far away.
From another world, where no other can follow.
Carry me to my own, to where I can cross over.
Close to home - I cannot say.
Close to home feeling so far away.
I am lost in oceans of night.
Forever hoping I can find memories
Those memories I left behind.
That this time is real - am I lost in this feeling?
Like a child passing through,
Never knowing the reason.
I am home - I know the way.
I am home - feeling oh, so far away.
The Eriks, suprisingly, clapped the loudest, since they rather liked Enya and found her music worthy of the Erik Seal of Approval.
After she returned to her seat, the next fan had already taken her place at the microphone, her image being project on the huge screen. Every student who had been up there so far enjoyed it, but RohanRose was a bit nervous about being so easily seen. After staring at the audience for a second, she began to sing:
How can you see into my eyes like open doors
leading you down into my core
where I've become so numb without a soul my spirit sleeping somewhere cold
until you find it there and lead it back home?
(Wake me up) (Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can't wake up).
Wake me up inside.
(Save me)
Call my name and save me from the dark.
(Wake me up)
Bid my blood to run
(I can't wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I've become.
Now that I know what I'm without,
you can't just leave me
breathe into me and make me real!
Bring me to life!
Wake me up inside.
(I can't wake up)
Wake me up inside.
(Save me)
Call my name and save me from the dark.
(Wake me up)
Bid my blood to run
(I can't wake up)
Before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I've become.
Bring me to life……
(I've been living a lie, there's nothing inside) Frozen inside without your touch without your love darling only you are the life among the dead, All this time I can't believe I couldn't see (Bring me to life)
Bring me to life……
kept in the dark but you were there in front of me.
I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems
got to open my eyes to everything.
Without a thought without a voice without a soul
don't let me die here.
There must be something more
bring me to life.
(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside.
(I can't wake up)
Wake me up inside.
(Save me)
Call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I can't wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I've become.
I've been living a lie, there's nothing inside………
(Bring me to life)
The audience clapped, and she blushed happily. Radio Hay Lin worked her magic once again. "Next up is Miss Black Shadow, singing A Change in Me."
Miss Black Shadow was wearing black three inch heel leather boots, tight blue jeans, and a white poet/pirate shirt with forest green embroidery, along with a my silver chain belt and silver locket. Her Erik wore the standard Erik wear(1800s black evening clothes), but with a crimson waistcoat, a black cravat, and a diamond cravat pin. The other Eriks would not admit it, but they were jealous of his outfit. They wanted a diamond pin, to cater to their feminine side(And maybe lure Christine for a visit). Once she was on stage, Miss Black Shadow sang in a confident alto:
There's been a change in me, a kind of moving on, And I--I never thought I'd leave behind my childhood dreams. For in my dark despair, I slowly understood And I--I never thought I'd leave behind my childhood dreams. No change of heart--a change in me.
Though what I used to be, I still depend upon.
For now I realize that good can come from bad.
That may not make me wise, but, oh, it makes me glad!
But I don't mind, for now I love the world I see.
No change in heart--a change in me.
My perfect world out there had disappeared for good.
But in its place I feel a truer life begin.
And it's so good and real, it must come from within!
But I don't mind, I'm where and who I want to be.
No change of heart--a change in me.
There was applause, and as she walked by the Eriks to return to her seat, she got a hug from her Erik. In the end, she ended up sitting in the row behind them, so she could reach down and give him hugs at random moments.
Next to appear on-stage was Mrs. Gerry Butler, clad in jeans, flip-flops, and a red t-shirt that said Erik's Second Choice(Their eyes bugged out at this). The authoress announced," Okay, she wants to sing The Point of No Return with Gerik, so get your cravat up there, if you know what I mean."
His outfit magically turned into the Don Juan clothes, complete with the cape. With another snap of his magic Prop-Producing Fingers ©, the stage was covered with paper flames, and there was a bridge being supported by two staircases. He stood at one end of the stage, Mrs. Gerry Butler(a/n Dude, I'm sorry, but it won't be as….grabby as it is in the movie. I'm thinking that you're probably a minor, and he's, like, thirty. Sorry ) on the other. After giving ALWErik a death glare, he opened his mouth and sang:
Past the point of no return -
no backward
glances:
our games of make belive
are at an end . .
.
Past all thought of "if" or "when" -
no use
resisting:
abandon thought,
and let the dream
descend . . .
What raging fireshall flood the soul?
What rich desire unlocks its door?
What sweet
seduction lies before us . . .?
Past the point of no
return,
the final threshold, what warm,
unspoken
secrets will we learn?
Beyond the point
of no return. . .
As he sang, he walked slowly around the stage, but did not touch her like he did Christine.
You have brought me
to that moment I have come here, hardly knowing
where words run dry, to that moment
where speech disappears into silence,
silence . . .
the reason why .
. .
In my mind, I've already
imagined our
bodies entwining
defenceless and silent -
and now I
am here with you:
no second thoughts, I've decided,
Past the point of no return Past all thought of right or wrong
decided . . .
no going back now:
our passion-play has now, at last, begun . . .
one final question:
how long should we two wait,
before
we're one . . .?
When will the
blood begin to race
the sleeping bud burst into bloom?
When will the flames, at last, consume
us . . .?
After both reaching the top of the staircase, they sang together:
Past the point of no return
the final
threshold, the bridge
is crossed, so stand and watch it
burn . . .
We've passed the point of no return
. . .
They stood near each other now, not touching (Neither party wanted to be sued), but Gerik sang:
Say you'll share with me one
love, one lifetime . .
. Say you want me with
Lead me, save me from my solitude . . .
you,
here beside you . . .
Anywhere you go let me go
too
Christine, that's all I ask of you…..
At this point, the student realized he was singing it right at one of the Christines, who was staring back at him intently. After a moment of silence, she shook her head at him, then turned and left the room. He sighed, and dropped his shoulders and walked down the steps, not bothering to acknowledge the fan, who was descending the other set of stairs. Just before he returned to his seat, she shouted," Thank you for singing with me. It meant a lot to me." As he turned to face her, she gave him a little smile, waved, then returned to her seat. After a second, he waved at her retreating form, stunned that a student would address him directly. He sat down without a word to the other Eriks, and seemed to retreat deep into his thoughts. The others left him alone, knowing how hard it would be to wake an Erik while he was deep in thought.
Next on stage was Chloe Rides a Land Shark, wearing a full-length red dress that looked like something you would wear to the Oscars, in terms of formality. She beamed at the audience, thrilled for it to finally be her turn, then began to sing:
Seems like it was yesterday when I saw your face.
You told me how proud you were, but I walked away.
If only I knew what I know today…
Ooh, ooh.
I would hold you in my arms…
I would take the pain away..
Thank you for all you've done…
Forgive all your mistakes..
There's nothing I wouldn't do…
To hear your voice again…
Sometimes I wanna call you…
But I know you won't be there…
Oh, I'm sorry for blaming you!
For everything I just couldn't do…
And I've hurt myself by hurting you…………..
The Eriks stared for a moment, then clapped. To be honest, they were rather tired, and wanted to go back to bed.
After a moment of applause, Chloe returned to her seat, and a Heart Full of Sorrow took her place in the spotlight. At this point, Hay Lin, Taranee, and Will were getting tired, and the quality of the fans' voices, the stability of the spotlight, and the brightness of the huge screen were wavering. The Eriks raised their figurative eyebrows at her black and green medieval-y dress, with a black cape that had green satin lining, giving her the appearance of a random forest elf who happened to like Phantom of the Opera quite a lot. After swooshing her cape once, she began to sing:
And now I'm all alone again Sometimes I walk alone at night On my own In the rain the pavement shines like silver And I know it's only in my mind I love him I love him I love him
Nowhere to go no one to turn to,
Did not want your money sir
I came out here coz i was told to
And now the night is near
Now I can make believe he's here.
When everybody else is sleeping
I think of him and then I'm happy
With the company I'm keeping
The city goes to bed
And I can live inside my head.
Pretending he's beside me
All alone, I walk with him till morning
Without him
I feel his arms around me
And when I lose my way I close my eyes
And he has found me
All the lights are misty in the river
In the darkness, the trees are full of starlight
And all I see is him and me for ever and forever
That I'm talking to myself and not to him
And although I know that he is blind
Still I say, there's a way for us
But when the night is over
He is gone, the river's just a river
Without him the world around me changes
The trees are bare and everywhere
The streets are full of strangers
But every day I'm learning
All my life I've only been pretending
Without me his world will go on turning
A world that's full of happiness
That I have never known!
I love him
I love him
But only on my own………
The Eriks, being a fan of Les Miserables, liked the song and provided a healthy round of applause. A Heart Full of Sorrow's face flushed bright red at the applause coming from the Erik section, and she managed a quick curtsy before rushing back to her seat. Cassiopeia Lilly was next up, and she stood out, to say the least, in her black pants, purple kimono-style top, accented by a black cape with purple rose embroidery. LerouxErik whispered to KayErik," She looks like a Phantom-y couch. I like it." When she began to sing, the audience was silent with a combination of interest and the fact that their jaws were glued shut due to eating their body weights in buttery popcorn. She sang:
How strange In my life Does he know I'm alive? In my life
This feeling that my life's begun at last
This change,
Can people really fall in love so fast?
What's the matter with you, Cosette?
Have you been too much on your own?
So many things unclear
So many things unknown.
There are so many questions and answers
That somehow seem wrong
In my life
There are times when I catch in the silence
The sigh of a faraway song
And it sings
Of a world that I long to see
Out of reach
Just a whisper away
Waiting for me.
Do I know if he's real?
Does he see what I saw?
Does he feel what I feel?
I'm no longer alone
Now the love in my life
Is so near
Find me now, find me here!
Skipping over Valjean's part, she continued:
There's so little I know In my life
That I'm longing to know
Of the child that I was
In a time long ago...
There's so little you say
Of the life you have known
Why you keep to yourself
Why we're always alone
So dark! So dark and deep...
The secrets that you keep!
I have all that I want
You are loving and gentle and good
But Papa, dear Papa,
In your eyes I am just like a child
Who is lost in a wood
In my life
I'm no longer a child and I yearn
For the truth that you know
Of the years... years ago!
A heart full of love
No fear, no regret………
Addressing the authoress, she shouted," Could you put on the tape of Valjean's part?"
A second later, a recording of a man's voice played," My name is Marius Pontmercy
She replied," Then make no sound."
The recording sang, "I am lost!"
Then the fan sang in a sweeter voice," I am found!"
The recording warbled," A heart full of light!"With a smile on her face, she sang," A night bright as day!"
The recording: The fan: The recording: Her: The recording: Her: The recording: Her:
She sang back, "And mine's Cosette."
The recording played," Cosette, I don't know what to say."
And you must never go away
Cosette, Cosette
This is a chain we'll never break
Do I dream?
I'm awake!
A heart full of love
A heart full of you
A single look and then I knew
I knew it too. She sang with the recording as the song ended:
The recording:
From today
Every day
For it isn't a dream
Not a dream after all…………
The clapping was not as raucous as it had been earlier, since everyone was kind of tired and wanted to go to bed.
The authoress yawned, then announced," Okay, that was the last person. The Eriks couldn't decide on a song, so they dropped out. About the auction-"
Someone in the audience shouted," Hey, aren't you going to sing."
The authoress blinked with surprise. "Uh, no. Why do you ask?"
"Well, you're part of this fic. You should have to sing."
The authoress began to feel a bit nervous. " I don't want to sing. I don't like it."
Madame Giry whispered into her headset," Guardians, do your stuff."
Will nodded and replied," Got it." into her own headset, then made an incoherent hand gesture at the other Guardians.
Cornelia's eyes widened. "What was that?"
Taranee dropped her head into her hands. "Miss Commando-Style Hand Gesture wants us to fly through the window. Cornelia, can you telekinetically hold the glass up?"
Cornelia nodded as the other Guardians crashed through the window, shattering the glass pane dramatically.(a/n I have had a huge craving to make someone fly through a window, so I finally got to do it!) Cornelia telekinetically caught it before it hit the students below, and held it several feet above their heads.
Meanwhile, the other Guardians had forcibly grabbed the authoress and were dragging her from the observation deck. She was putting up a decent fight, and was clinging to the armrest on her chair in a futile attempt to escape. With one powerful tug(And some telekinetic assistance from Cornelia), she let go of the chair, and they flew her over to the stage. After setting her down gently(Kind of), they turned and returned to their post near the ceiling.
The authoress shrieked," You can put me here, but you can't make me sing!"
The authoress's real life friends, Elmonla King of Dragons and flyingwolfatheart, had somehow gotten into the control room, and flyingwolfatheart snorted," Famous last words. You will sing, if it's the last thing we do."
Elmonla grabbed the headset and said into it," This is payback for the nickname you came up the guy I like. Serious payback."
"Look, I'm sorry I made up the name. It was funny at the time. Come to think of it, it still is."
"Whatever. Flyingwolf, put on the music."
Flyingwolfatheart had found the authoress's abandoned iPod, and busily connected it to the speakers. A second later, Gwen Stefani began to sing:
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
If I was a rich girl (na, na, na,na, na, na…)
See, I'd have all the money in the world, if I was a wealthy gir-r-r-rl
No man could test me, impress me, my cash flow would never ever end
Cause I'd have all the money in the world, if I was a wealthy gir-r-r-rl
The authoress twitched. " You wouldn't."
Think what that money could bring
I'd buy everything
Clean out Vivienne Westwood
In my Galliano gown
No, wouldn't just have one hood
A Hollywood mansion if I could
Please book me first-class to my fancy house in London town
Elmonla and flyingwolf smirked. "We would."
All the riches baby, won't mean anything
All the riches baby, won't bring what your love can bring
All the riches baby, won't mean anything
Don't need no other baby
Your lovin' is better than gold, and I know
The authoress's foot was tapping as she said angrily," This is my favorite song ever. You know that I can't listen to it without…."
They smiled together. "Singing along. We know."
The authoress was now twitching, and finally lost control. She began to sing along at the top of her lungs:
If I was a rich girl (na, na, na,na, na, na…)
See, I'd have all the money in the world, if I was a wealthy gir-r-r-rl
No man could test me, impress me, my cash flow would never ever end
Cause I'd have all the money in the world, if I was a wealthy gir-r-r-rl
I'd get me four Harajuku girls to (uh huh)
Inspire me and they'd come to my rescue
I'd dress them wicked, I'd give them names (yeah)
Love, Angel, Music, Baby
Hurry up and come and save me
All the riches baby, won't mean anything
All the riches baby, won't bring what your love can bring
All the riches baby, won't mean anything
Don't need no other baby
Your lovin' is better than gold, and I know
Lowering her voice for the other singer, she continued:
Come together all over the world
From the hoods of Japan, Harajuku girls
What, it's all love
What, give it up
What shouldn't matter,
Come together all over the world
From the hoods of Japan, Harajuku girls
What, it's all love
What, give it up
What shouldn't matter
shouldn't matter
shouldn't matter
shouldn't matter
What happened to my life
Turned upside down?
Chicks that blew ya mind, ding, it's the second round
(Original track and ting, mmm)
You know you can't buy these things (no)
See Stefani and her L.A.M.B., I rock the Fetish
People, you know who I am
Yes ma'am, we got the style that's wicked
I hope you can all keep up
We climbed all the way from the bottom to the top
Now we ain't gettin' nothin' but love…
Returning to her normal voice, she sang louder than ever with a huge grin on her face:
If I was a rich girl (na, na, na,na, na, na…)
See, I'd have all the money in the world, if I was a wealthy girl
No man could test me, impress me, my cash flow would never ever end
Cause I'd have all the money in the world, if I was a wealthy girl…
Further adding to her humiliation, her foot-tapping had evolved into full-out dancing, which she was doing with great enthusiasm:
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
The second the song was over, she dove from the stage, landed on the laps of the dozing Eriks in the front row(They liked Gwen Stefani and her music quite a bit, but they were tired, and the lure of sleep was too great.), and bolted back to the peace of the control room. Her friends were returned to their seats, and the authoress announced in a flustered voice," Oh, wait we have a last-second entry. Here's Dominique Destler!"
Dominique ascended the steps to the stage, turned around, and bowed. She knocked the microphone off the stage into the laps of the unfortunate people in the front row, blew a kiss at flyingwolfatheart's fantasy(When he smiled and waved back, she elbowed him in the ribs), shouted," Hi, Mom!" in the general direction of the Christines, then sang in Gerik's voice:
I'm a barbie girl, in the barbie world I'm a barbie girl, in the barbie world I'm a blond bimbo girl, in the fantasy world (uu-oooh-u) I'm a barbie girl, in the barbie world Come on Barbie, let's go party! Make me walk, make me talk, do whatever you please Come on Barbie, let's go party! I'm a barbie girl, in the barbie world I'm a barbie girl, in the barbie world Come on Barbie, let's go party! Oh, I'm having so much fun!
Life in plastic, it's fantastic!
you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creation
Come on Barbie, let's go party!
Life in plastic, it's fantastic!
you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creation
Dress me up, make it tight, I'm your dolly
You're my doll, rock'n'roll, feel the glamour in pink,
kiss me here, touch me there, hanky panky...
You can touch, you can play, if you say: "I'm always yours"
Life in plastic, it's fantastic!
you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creation
(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)
Come on Barbie, let's go party!
(uu-oooh-u)
Come on Barbie, let's go party!
(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)
Come on Barbie, let's go party!
(uu-oooh-u)
I can act like a star, I can beg on my knees
Come jump in, bimbo friend, let us do it again,
hit the town, fool around, let's go party
You can touch, you can play, if you say: "I'm always yours"
You can touch, you can play, if you say: "I'm always yours"
(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)
Come on Barbie, let's go party!
(uu-oooh-u)
Come on Barbie, let's go party!
(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)
Come on Barbie, let's go party!
(uu-oooh-u)
Life in plastic, it's fantastic!
you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creation
Life in plastic, it's fantastic!
you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creation
(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)
Come on Barbie, let's go party!
(uu-oooh-u)
Come on Barbie, let's go party!
(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)
Come on Barbie, let's go party!
(uu-oooh-u)
Well Barbie, we're just getting started
Oh, I love you Ken!
Gerik buried his head in his hands as the original Christine, flanked by several Giry clones, said angrily,"She got this from you, you know."
As Dominique finished the song, she blew another kiss, and climbed off the stage.
The announcer said," That was…interesting. Okay, time for the auction. Could the Guardians please bring the cape to the stage?"
The Guardians lifted the cape from a box near the roof(To protect it from overenthusiastic fans), and handed it to the original Madame Giry, who was standing near the spot the microphone had once stood. She slung the cape casually over her shoulders, and pulled several note cards from her pocket. Her eyes skimmed over them rapidly as she read, flipping through the cards as she went.
After a moment's pause, she said," Okay, Helena Leonore bids 32 cents, flyingwolfatheart bids ten-"She studied the note card more intently," somethings, she doesn't specify what. MB bids a box full of Mozart, an antique violin, five billion dollars, and tic-tacs, complete with a note that recommends the LerouxErik and KayErik put those tic-tacs to good use. Evanesce bids her pack of killer poodles and a tape of her Fanfiction Dating Show. Somehow, I cannot see Ayesha and the poodles being friends, or even sharing the same lair. LonesomeGurlAngelofDeath bids nine trillion dollars, and Just Plain Insane bids $10,000,000,000 and two tons of chocolate. Trek Phan's bid is 20,00 francs. VegetaAgarwaen bids 943,000 dollars, and RohanRose bids 15 million dollars. MGB bids 900,900,900,900,900,900,900,900,900,900,900,900 dollars on the cape. Damn, that's a lot! A Heart Full of Sorrow bids 15 trillion dollars, and Elphie Bubble bids……her soul. Okay, that's weird. The winner of the cape is…."
Everyone in the audience gasped, except for the Eriks, who drooled in their sleep. But just as Madame Giry began to say the name of the lucky winner, two figures dressed in ninja-esque all black swung down from the ceiling, clinging to a rope. As they whizzed past Madame Giry, the slimmer figure reached out and grabbed the cape from her. Unfortunately, their aim was not superb, so instead of zooming neatly through the open door to freedom, they smacked hard into the wall above the door.
Madame Giry screamed into her headset," Security, security!", but the Guardians had already swooped down to the unconscious forms. Cornelia(Who was still, by the way, holding up that shattered glass), was telekinetically restraining them as Taranee and Will attempted to rip off their masks. Just as the thicker form's mask fell away, he/she/it dove towards the door. Taranee let loose a single fireball, which missed the figure's head by inches.
But his long brown hair was not spared. Weeping, Raoul sank to his knees, holding the ends of his fried hair.
He wailed," It was so be-yo-ti-ful, and now it's gonnnnnnneeeeeee!"
Taranee stared.
When Will had removed the hood of the other figure, curls of coppery red hair fell around the figure's shoulders. It was none other than Carlotta Guidicelli, prima donna and Erik's true hate.
LerouxErik, who had waken, looked from the sobbing Vicomte to the spoiled soprano, then promptly passed out, landing on the laps of Gerik and ALWErik. They, showing true brotherly compassion, shoved him off their laps onto the floor, in their sleep while muttering," Stupid fangirls, why can't they leave me alone?"
Madame Giry looked stunned. "What the hell are you doing?"
Carlotta looked indignant as she replied in her heavy Italian accent," We-a are mad-a that we-a are not-a included in-a this story-a, and we-a decided-a to steal-a the cape-a to make-a good chapter-a ending-a for-a Supergirrl-a."
Madame Giry stared," Huh?"
Carlotta gave a long suffering sighed, and said in a flat voice with no trace of her accent," Supergirrl couldn't think of a better way to end this chapter, so this is what she did. Blame her." She pointed at the ceiling.
Hey, it's not my fault I'm tired. You try coming up with a better ending to this chapter.
Carlotta rolled her eyes. "You-a are-a a horrible-a writer-a."
Raoul stopped his incessant wailing long enough to say saucily," Total agreement. You go, girlfriend!" He high fived Carlotta, sufficiently creeping everyone in the audience out.
That's it, now I'm angry.
A pair of hands slid through the ceiling, and grabbed Carlotta and Raoul by the hair, then lifted them, shrieking, through the ceiling.
Any more complaints?
Everyone shook their heads (Except KayErik, whose head fell onto Rerik's shoulder as he murmured," I like peanut butter..").
Good.
Madame Giry cleared her throat," The winner of the cape is-"
Sorry about the cliffhanger, but I'm not sure who should get the cape. So review, people! I liked the part with Dominique.
O.G.