The Phantoms of the Opera And The Things They Do To Annoy Nadir.

Beach

In a desperate bid to entice the boys into the sunlight, Christine has, somehow, convinced them to go to the beach with her on a scorching day. But not all of them are so eager...

Merik: You have got to be kidding me.

Kerik: It's not happening.

Gerik: I really don't like this idea of yours, Christine.

Lerik: The Beach in Summer,
O, thy shining beauty,
Thy azure waters where the swimmers
Doth bathe.
Where-

Kerik: Shut it, Shakespeare.

Cherik: *wanders along with his bucket and spade, smiling all over*

*ducks down and starts shovelling sand into the bucket*

Christine! Look! Come and make a sandcastle with me!

Lerik: Where doth thy
shimmering waves begin?
Can thy gulls fly nowhere?
O, hark!
The fish and the chips,
Smothered with thick curry sauce and-

*shrieks as Kerik tips Cherik's bucket over his head*

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Half an hour later, and things haven't progressed a whole lot.

Kerik: *sitting in the shade of the beach wall with Lerik, about as far out of the sun as they can possibly get*

Lerik: *still brushing sand out of his skin and hair*

Some people-

*sand rains down*

Have no appreciation-

Kerik: *leans away from the avalanches of sand*

Lerik: -for the classic arts!

Kerik: You deserved it.

Lerik: I did NOT!

Christine: *sunbathing in her bikini a little way away*

*doesn't even look up*

Boys!

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Cherik: *runs down to the water's edge with an inflatable dinosaur around his waist*

The sea! The sea!

*passes Gerik as he runs off*

*skids in the wet sand and looks back at his friend*

Gerik: *is flexing his arms for a group of Phangirls (you know who you are) and is, quite visibly, enjoying every moment of the attention*

Calm yourselves, ladies, calm yourselves! There's enough to go around, I promise!

*doesn't spot Cherik sneaking up on him*