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She updated again. She has internet paranoia so no account for her.

 

I'm cooler anyway.

 

“Not again!” The actress playing Gloria’s mother sighed, “Every play I audition for fails. How am I ever going to get my big break, now? Well, if you need me I’ll be in my trailer mourning over this cruel world’s lack of good taste.”

 

“But you don’t have a trailer. We haven’t made money in this theater for years!” Becky threw her hands up in the hopelessness of it all.

 

“And you never will unless you get the phantom to leave. But he won’t, not unless you get rid of Bonita first, or give up the entire play. If I were you, I’d get rid of Ms. Soleil, she’s a terrible actor anyway. And besides, there are plenty more of better acting fish in the sea, so why don’t you just let her go?” Jasper cried out from his perch.

 

“Hey…wait a minute. How do you know so much about this phantom character?” Becky asked quizzically up at him.

 

“Oh…ah…yes. I’ve seen this before, plenty of times, in fact. Although he usually terrorizes much better plays.”

 

This news didn’t calm Becky’s nerves much. Actually, it was making it worse, which was becoming a hard thing to do lately, “Calm down…we can get through this.” She tried to tell herself, “All we have to do is take a deep breath and relax. Maybe call the exterminator. The phantom killing one. Now if we had a phone…” It was almost comical the way she handled situations. If she took a step back and saw herself, she knew it’d be morbidly hysterical. That is, if she wasn’t shaking so much.

 

And if she took an even further step from the situation she’d find that she was strangely attracted to the phantom plaguing her theater, from a purely curious standpoint of course. After all, it was THE phantom that had decided to sabotage this particular theater of so many others he could have chosen. And although he was ruining the production, she always saw him as a romantic type. Every time he struck it was at the most dramatic moment; always during the grand entrance of the main scene. There was something oddly attracting about the thought of a masked mastermind (or lunatic, depended on how you looked at it) taking siege of the upper working of the structure only to strike out on its occupants below.

 

One of the actors walked over and tapped Becky, breaking her out of her musings, “Oh…uhm, Mrs….”

 

“Becky’s fine.”

 

“Uh, Becky. Ms. Soleil said she’d perform again only if we weight down the set…and get her a gallon full of Rocky Road Strawberry Swirl Mint Ice Cream.

 

“Oh fine. You wouldn’t mind getting me an Aspirin either, would you?”

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Tell her I love it as well, and I also hate Klia with the burning passion of a billion wretched flames.

 

Hey...I'm not going to tell her that.

 

I luv muffins soooooo much. their golden brown crust, their fluffy insides, ohhhhh (runs to kitchen cause it's muffin time!!!)

 

I personally love bananas frozen in the freezer for at least 2 hours.

 

Everyone try it. It works best when it's just about to get freezer burn.

 

You'll swear you're eating the most delicious concrete in the world.

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