How To Do Everything Wrong: The Musical

Chapter 5: I Enjoy Quoting "Heathers" When I'm Angry.

Hey! It has been SO LONG since I've last updated, and I'm so so so sorry for that. I got back from China about three days ago, but jet lag has been INSANE, and I have been interning at my local theater. They're currently putting on: Xanadu The Musical! I volunteered to play a cloud, so now I'm a cloud..... ANYWAYS, I really hope y'all enjoy the chapter!

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Chord. 

Chord chord chord.

 Chord chord chord. 

Chord chord choooooord.

I bounced along to the beat, as I played the melody of "Take Me or Leave Me" from Rent, on a baby grand piano in the dancer's rehearsal room.  I heard giggles all around me, the many ballerinas were leaning against the piano, and over my shoulder as I continued playing the catchy song. The silver dress Madame Giry found for me brushed against my ankles, as I stomped on the pedals.

"Every single daaaay, I walk down the street"

I began, a huge smile on my face. The girls surrounding me tapped their feet to the rhythm, some of them making up little dances to go along with the song.

"I hear people say-"

"WHAT IN THE WORLD IS THAT UNGODLY NOISE?!" I hard the door slam open, and I slid off the wooden piano bench in surprise, landing on the ground with a thud. "I WILL NOT STAND FOR SUCH TRASH WHILE I AM THE STAR! ANDRE, DO SOMETHING!" 

Star?

STAR? 

Carlotta. 

YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME.

I slowly swiveled around on my butt, seeing as I was still on the ground. I came to a stop once Carlotta was directly in front of me. She was glaring down at me, daggers in her eyes. No one dared to move, the silence was louder than any Fall Out Boy concert. 

5 seconds.

10 seconds.

Okay, now this is getting very awkward. I slowly stood up, Carlotta's eyes followed me, seeming to judge and hate my every move. I stood up to my full hight, stiffening slightly. 

Can she chill?

"Dude, can you stop glaring at me, its pretty rude." I said, sounding annoyed. That only seemed to make her angrier, which reminded me of who I was talking to. THIS IS CARLOTTA! I HAVE ALWAYS WANTED TO ROAST HER! I am so not throwing away my shot!

"Ugh!" She said, disgust lacing her tone. "Giry told me that she was allowing a traveler to take up residence in the opera house, but An AMERICAN?" Her pretty face was distorted into a scowl, that made her resemble Donald Trump. "I don't want this piece of DIRT into my theater! This is a place of CLASS, it is NOT for homeless peasants!" She screeched. Quick Fizzy, think of a comeback!

"Well they seem to have an open door policy for assholes though, don't they?" I said, my tone challenging. Thats a quote by JD, a character from "Heathers". I heard gasps of pure shock and horror from the watching ballerinas, and Andre. Carlotta's eye twitched, and she drew out shaky breaths.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?! YOU LITTLE DEMON, GET OUT OF MY SIGHT BEFORE I-"

I snorted unattractively, "Gladly! I'm pretty hungry anyways, I was actually about to go get something to eat!" I said, a small smirk on my face. I turned to the fearful group of girls standing in a bunch behind me. "Do y'all want to come with?" They slowly shook their heads. I shrugged, skipping towards the open door. "Carlotta, Andre? Do you guys want to come?" Carlotta's whole face was red with fury, while Andre simply looked confused. I held back my laughter, and skipped through the door, entering one of the many corridors in the huge vicinity.

I closed the door behind me, and then sprinted to my room, which was near the costume closets and dressing rooms. It was originally a spare room for Carlotta's personal chef, but he was relocated to the room across the hall from hers. Poor guy...

I took a small metal key out of my pocket and quickly unlocked the door, as I was trying to hold in my laughter. I threw myself into the small, but cozy room, and closed the door as quietly as possible. 

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH" I laughed, tears streaming down my face. SHE LOOKED SO ANGRY, HER FACE WAS REDDER THAN A TOMATO! It reminded me of the time my chorus director got sunburned while we were performing in Hawaii!

 Oh Mr. M, you never knew about sunblock, did you...

My laughter died down, as I felt the hairs at the back of my neck stand up. Even though the old clock on the wall read 3: 54, my room seemed to grow darker. The sky outside of my small window grew gray, and rain started to fall. This caused a tiny smile to appear on my lips. I love the rain so much, we hardly get any back home in LA. It had only been a day since I was transported into my favorite musical. Im still convinced I hit my head on a stone in Ireland, this is too good to be true...

The sensation of being watched caused me to snap out of my thoughts. I rose from my chair, my hand nervously touching my long dark brown hair. I spun around in circles, my eyes darting all around the room. 

"IM WARNING YOU!" I said loudly, trying to sound threatening. "I'M A THEATRE GEEK, AND I'VE SURVIVED MANY TECH WEEKS, SO TRUST ME WHEN I SAY THAT I AM NOT SCARED OF YOU! DO YOU WANT TO FIGHT ME PUNK? I BET I COULD RUN JAZZ SQUARES AROUND YOU!" I continued threatening the presence, until the voice inside my head stopped me.

Fizzy? What musical are you currently in? It asked me.

The Phantom Of The Opera? I replied.

Exactly, so if you were in that musical, who would be the one watching you? 

HOW SHOULD I KNO-

Oh my god.

Holy shit. 

Oh my

oh my

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ERIK IS HERE, ERIK IS HERE, ERIK IS HERE, OH MY FOSTER, HOW DO I LOOK?!

I sprinted to the mirror, and fixed my hair, trying desperately to look less crusty than I normally do. I started breathing faster and faster, IS THIS REAL?!

GET A GRIP FIZZY, HE'S GOING TO THINK YOU'RE INSANE!

I slowly looked around, my eyes scanning the room. A huge smile was slowly spreading across my face. "You know," I began, my voice extremely shaky, "Most girls would get creeped out if a random guy was secretly watching them, but I think you're a cool bean, so i'll let it slide... Erik." I said emphasizing his name.

Then I remembered his anger issues.

"SHIT!" I yelled as my hand shot up to the level of my eyes. A split second later, the punjab lasso was around my neck, and hand. My eyes were wide, but I couldn't help feeling proud of my superb timing. Seeing as his 'Punjab tactic' didn't work out, he grabbed my arm, and twisted it. 

"OW! OW OW OW! STAHHP, DUDE LET GO, OW!" I winced in pain, he was REALLY strong!

"How do you know my name?" He asked in a deadly calm voice that sent shivers down my spine. What do I say?! He twisted my arm even farther up my back, pain shot through my body. 

"LET ME GO, I'LL EXPLAIN!" I said, pain lacing my voice. His grip didn't loosen, so I did what any girl would do- even if they totally had a crush on them. I brought my heel back and kicked The Phantom Of The Opera where the sun don't shine.

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Well thats that! There are probably a lot of spelling errors in there, but please ignore them, I wanted to get this update out as soon as possible. Please comment and tell me what you think! I hope y'all are having an amazing summer so far! Jet lag is hitting me again, so i'm going to sleep! Love ya!- AIMBELLA