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Chapter 3 - Lord Voldy

"Oh my flipping god!" Monsieur Reyer yelled, dropping half of his Hogwarts wand to the orchestra as the rest of the blue dust fizzled out if it.

The #1 chair kicked the wand down to the cellars below, causing the broken wood to flop all over the place, though that went unnoticed by the rest of the ensemble.

Carlotta burst into tears when she tried to lift herself and the backdrop would not roll off of her, "I HATE YOU!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, banging her hands on the ground like a toddler.

The backdrop began crying then, causing the stage to have a few puddles of tears by their feet. No one dared to move from their spot, seemingly fixed in on the scene before them.

"Any time now!" Carlotta wailed once more, causing the cast to come out of the trance they were in as they lifted her up from the floor.

Andre pinched the bridge of his nose as he shook his head, "Signora, are you ok? Cause that looked like it hurt? I'm not sure what to do honestly."

Firmin sighed as he placed his hands on his hips, swinging them dramatically to the side as he looked up, "STAGEHAND, what the heck was that for? Surely we all detest her singing but I can assure you-"

"Don't look at me!" Joseph announced, "I didn't do it!"

"What's your name?" Firmin yelled.

"Joseph Buquet," he responded.

"Are you the only one up there?" Firmin retorted.

I could see where this was going, "Well yes but-"

"No butts from you Monsieur! If you're the only one up there then it was you!" Andre yelled, causing the group to stare at the trio awkwardly.

"As God's my judge, I wasn't where I was supposed to be....... but if someone was at my post well, it must have been..... you-know-who." Buquet replied, trying to hide the smirk.

Monsieur Reyer cried out in fear, "DO NOT SPEAK OF LORD VOL-"

"NOT HIM YOU BLUMBERING FOOL! The Phantom," Buquet replied, shaking his head in annoyance as he walked away from the stage.

Monsieur Reyer realized his mistake and sighed, shifting back into the shadows as best as he could. The rest of the cast ignored the conductor's odd behavior as they turned back to the stage.

Andre decided to speak, "Signora, these things do happen. Accidents they are called, surely you've heard of them and have made a few yourself."

Carlotta's eyes turned a sinister red as she glared at the two managers, "For... the past.... three flipping years.... did these things happen and did Mr. RAINING MEN stop them from happening?" Carlotta then laughed an evil cackle, causing the opera house to tremble in fear, "NO! HE DID NOT OBVIOUSLY." She then stomped her way over to them, her skin glowing red to the point flames could be spewed form her heat gasses, "And you two!" She pointed, "You're as bad as him! Telling me accidents happen as if I am a mere mortal. You fools! You should have stayed in the junk business-"

"Scrap metal!" Andre interupted, raising his nose up to her. He suddenly saw her reaction turn worse and he lowered his head to face the floor while mumbling, "actually."

"Well Monsieurs, until you stop these accidents form happening, this thing," she said, pointing to herself as flashing signs saying 'Carlotta is the greatest', 'Managers are stupid' and 'dogs rule' appeared around her, "DOES NOT happen!"

Where in the world did she get these signs? Why does she get to have these signs? I WANT SOME SIGNS. AREN'T I A MAIN CHARACTER? I sighed then, knowing no one was paying attention to me, Christine Daae anymore. I decided to sit down at my spot and daydream about my Angel of Music and Raoul fighting over me. Perhaps in an underground lake of sorts, with whips and chains...... oh yeah.

Carlotta grabbed her dogs and stormed out of the theatre, with her husband and entourage following close behind. The theatre remained silent as everyone was still frozen in place... oddly enough.

"She'll come back," Firmin announced to no one, shaking his hips some more, "she has to."

"Do you really think she's coming back?" Madame Giry stated, appearing in front of the managers like she always does with her flipping cane.

Firmin jumped and then rolled his eyes at her, "Well obviously, she signed a contract-"

"Forget about that, I have a message sir from the Opera Ghost," Madame Giry exclaimed, holding a letter before her.

This peaked my interest greatly, as I noticed the note had a familiar wax seal on it like the letters my Angel of Music leaves for me. I have to find out where they get this stationary! It's gorgeous.

"You all are obsessed with this thing that does not exist!" Andre yelled, sitting on the floor as he pouted.

Madame Giry continued as if she didn't see this, "He welcomes you to his home-"

"OH IT'S HIS OPERA HOUSE NOW IS IT?" Firmin yelled, and laughed loudly.

Madame continued still, "He says you still have to keep his favorite seat, Box 5, empty for him to use-"

"Why?" Andre yelled.

"So he can view the shows, why else?" Madame replied, raising an eyebrow.

Andre rolled his eyes at her as she continued, "and he wants you to keep giving him 20,000 francs a month."

"SAY WHAT?" Andre and Firmin both yelled, Andre now standing up from the news.

"Well yeah, we pay him to haunt the place. Perhaps you can increase it now since Raoul is here to ruin everything," Madame mumbled to herself, but I heard her.

Meg suddenly appeared next to me, her boobs now completely inflated since the new managers came into the room.

"Oh you're funny," Firmin sarcastically replied, taking the note and ripping it in half, "There's not going to be a show tonight because we obviously JUST LOST OUR SOPRANO! Piangi we can replace easily but Carlotta, WE CANNOT!"

"Well Christine could sing it sir," Meg yelled beside me, causing everyone to look at me.

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaas I smiled and then hide my reaction to better fool the managers, this was my chance. Thank you bestie!

"Her? Oh now that's a good one!" Sorelli laughed, causing the whole room to laugh with her except for the managers, Madame and Meg. I didn't laugh either but I figured that was a give in.

"Well yeah that is true," Madame spoke, "she's been taking lessons from a great teacher."

"What's his name then?" Andre asked.

I shrugged my shoulders, "I dunno." Obviously not wanting to tell everyone it's an Angel cause then they would be so jealous.

"Just let her sing for you, please!" Meg cried, grasping her hands together.

"Fine, ok go!" Firmin exclaimed, causing everyone to step back as Meg pushed me towards the stage.

I swung my hips towards the front trying to lure them into a false sense of confidence as I took in a breath and 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 that once again you long to take your heart back and be free, If you ever find a moment spare a thought for me."

"STOP!" Firmin exclaimed, "You.... that voice.... I just cre-..... ok you have the role."

The whole room that was previously silent was now applauding loudly, causing a true blush to form on my cheeks. I FINALLY DID IT! I HAVE THE LEADING ROLE! Well shucks, I have a show tonight. OH CRAP I HAVE A SHOW TONIGHT!