We, the Phans, the Phreaks, the Phangirls, and the Phanboys Forum All Right this is IT: THE ULTI..

  (OOC: OMG! I just realized something: Kathy has a crush on Leandro that was completely unplanned!!! Me: PANICK ATTACK!!!!)
“How many times do I have to tell you, Mlle. de Winter?” Madame Giry's grip on her wrist hurt, “We do not poke our noses in to the Opera Ghost's business. Do not ever go there again, you hear me?” The words seemed miles away from Kathy's thoughts, and she didn't know at all when Madame Giry let go of her, disappearing into one of the rooms. She was still dazed and shocked from the incident before. She looked back where the stage was fading into a hazy dot at the end of the corridor. Joseph Buquet could've killed someone, she thought, I could've broken my ankle, or worse, my neck! And who was that anyway? Her thoughts turned to the boy who had saved her, and her heart fluttered. He had caught her, just when she thought she was going to crash onto the stage and die. For a moment, she was in his arms, closer to him than she had ever been to anyone else...She had to know his name. “Madame Giry?” Kathy spoke. But she found that she was no longer any where near Madame Giry, or the dormitories, but at a strange, stone, spiraling staircase. She looked back, but there were even more steps, and there was no way she could find her way back.
“Hmmm,” she said to herself, “Well. I guess I'll just have to go down and see if anyone can direct me back.” And so she began to descened the spiraling staircase, but she hadn't reached five steps when something clicked and the floor open beneath her. She didn't even have time to scream before she landed in the water. Oh no, she thought, This must be the lake under Rue Scribe! I've gotten myself tangled in this mess! And then suddenly a wall above her began to move closer and closer and closer, cutting her airspace. Kathy gasped as she was forced underwater, black dots sprinkled in her vision. She struggled for a few moments. And then nothing.

(OOC: Yikes! If Kathy isn't a little more careful, she just might end up getting killed!!! *runs around screaming head off while scaring chickens* Is it ok if Kathy crushes on Leandro? I mean, do you have any other plans for him? ps: I'm hoping Christine's going to end up with Raoul and Meg with Erik....any objections? Anyway, this one is Meg!) Meg was left to watch over Kathy when Christine was whisked away to a scene rehearsal that Meg wasn't apart of. Madame Giry was talking to the managers, Leandro was apparently, fixing the Phantom's trap, and the ballet girls had gone off to play pranks on each other or gossip about that handsome new stagehand called Leandro, so that left Meg. The blonde ballerina sat at the edge of Kathy's bed, looking down at the other ballerina. Kathy's dark hair was wet, settling over her shoulder in a dripping braid, leaving a dark, damp blot on her pillow. Meg shook her head sympathetically. She understood why Kathy would be poking about in the Phantom's business. Meg herself had been curious. As a child, her favorite tales would be about the Phantom and his pranks, and she would ask about the theater haunt. She thought about catching the ghost and maybe conversing with him, to find out more about him, and maybe, just maybe, become his friend. Meg herself had explored the Opera House, except that she had never been bold enough to actually go down too far. Meg sighed again. At this rate, Kathy won't be able to wake up in time for the performance!

(OOC: Yeah, just wanted to make sure. :D Christine and Raoul alright? I'm too lazy to make more characters for either of them. I hope your friend Daniel wasn't too freaked out by my random message...well, my mother told me the best way to make friends is to just BE YOURSELF!!! And I AM myself!!! WAHAHAHAHAHA!!!) Kathy shot up, gasping for breath. "What? Who--"
 "Shh," Meg said, "You're alright. Well," she stood up, brushing her skirt off, "If Kathy's alright, I'll just be off to see Christine. She should be finished by now..." The blond ballerina disappeared behind the door, leaving Kathy alone with Leandro and a whole bunch of gossiping ballet rats.
 "You saved me again, didn't you?" Kathy asked softly, finding the stagehand that had saved her earlier that day.
 "You like getting in trouble," the boy grinned at her.
 She smiled back. "Thank you. I would probably have broke my neck or drowned if it hadn't been for you...and I don't even know your name yet!"
 "I'm Leandro," he stuck out his hand.
 Kathy shook it. "I'm Katherine. I prefer Kathy though."
 "Nice to meet you, Kathy."
 The two were suddenly aware of the furious whispers of the gossiping ballet girls and Kathy blushed. Leandro seemed uncomfortable, and he stood up straight again and took his leave, leaving Kathy well and truly alone with the gossiping ballet rats. 
 

(OOC: haha, I'm totally multi-tasking. I'm replying to your messages while fixing my drawing of my pretty ranger-ess and oohing and aaahhhing at the awesomeness of your post! WHILE WRITING THIS!!! MUAHAHAHA)   "Well done, my child..." the voice drifted into the room, and Christine straightened, smiling. "Hello, Angel," she said softly. "Your performance has exceeded satisfactory," the angel said. Christine imagined the angel smiling at her, and her own smile grew. "Thanks to you, Angel," She whispered, "But if you do not mind, I wish to preserve my voice for tomorrow." "Of course, Christine," the voice whispered, "Of course." And then it began to sing, softly, gently quietly. Christine found her eyelids growing heavier and heavier and the voice lulled her to sleep.

(sorry, sorry, sorry)  “You push this, to cue the clouds, you push those to take things out from the stage or to push anything up, and these for scenery,” Leandro said leading through from what he learned which was basically the whole entire play in a few hours. Kathy was doing her best to remember all of the follow through and was succeeding. “Here, I made this last night,” Leandro whispered secretly as he walked over to one of the unknown leavers that looked new. Leandro pulled it down and then a growl was released, following a long head of a dragon that popped out from the side curtains having excellent effects. Its nose steemed, its tongue stuck out showing its sharp teeth, its eyes big and beady hungry with lust. “Ah!’ the ballet girls screamed at the sight of the beast. “Leandro!’ scolded Madame Giry a little annoyed from how the girls should not be disturbed from their warm ups. “Oh, come on, you know it was pretty amusing form your angles,” Leandro said teasingly. “Yes, but don not use it for jokes, someone perhaps may get really displeased,” Madame Giry warned hinting the Phantom. “Yes, Madame,” Leandro said tilting his cap and walking away. Leandro couldn’t help but snicker at the other girls’ screams, maybe they’d leave him alone now finding a dislike in his fun. Kathy remained a little amused herself from the girls’ scream. Leandro took down the prop and then stored it away, coming back in a matter of seconds. “You made that all last night?” Kathy asked surprised. “Yeah, it was fun,” Leandro said happy he got to have his own fun once in a while.

(OOC: it’s fine :D Just don’t want Kathy to be all girly, ‘cause she isn’t the type to melt over a guy. :D Haha, Leandro made a dragon. Do you know if Daniel wants to play any characters in the Phantom cast? Cause I can make some other characters playable if he wants…PS Where is Raoul???)   Christine stood in front of the mirror nervously. Her costume fit her perfectly, draped over her in long, flowing white. Silver stars were woven into her dark curls and she was as ready as she ever could be. Just one word from the angel, and she would be off. “I’m going to perform now,” she whispered silently to the mirror. “You will do well, my child,” the voice said, “And you look lovely…” the voice trailed off, and Christine heard something unusual in the voice. What could it be? It sounded a mix between sadness and longing. But her doubts were gone as quickly as they had come, and she steeled herself. “Christine!” Meg came to fetch her, “We’re opening in five minutes! Hurry!” She followed her blonde friend, and they were off.

( he said he liked Leandro liking the fact he played jokes so i told him he could take over if he'd like, he also said if it were three characters per person, he wouldn't mind taking raoul, plus if its near show time, after today's rehearsals he'll wait for him to come in by tomorrow's show. daniel however has lots of band practice and piano, so the drums and paino get in his way so we'll share characters,) WAIT! Is it the day of the show for Hannibal? Or just rehearsals?

(Uhm James, or Jamillet said she would come later cause of her ribs she had some serious rehearsals today so I just posted for now. Is it alright?)    Raoul entered the great opera fixing his jacket giving him more confidence as he walked inside the Opera House. "Monsieur De Chagney,” Monsieur Andre said in delight. Hello, gentleman I do trust this show will be quite pleasing,” Raoul said flashing them a smile of excitement and anticipation. “Yes, we actually have quite the star tonight,” Monsieur Richard said as a matter-of-factly. (<- is that right James or Rose) “Really? Has Carlotta bloomed that greatly?” Raoul asked. “Well, not Carlotta, but someone else, has quite been the bloomer,” Monsieur Andre said excitedly. “Whom shall I ask?” Raoul asked. “You shall see,” Madame Giry said walking toward the men. She walked in her proud strides as walked in on the men. “Speaking of the show, I believe you men must sit down. It will start any minute from now, unless you wish to disrupt the show?” Madame Giry said raising an eyebrow. “Course not, gentlemen, I will see you at the end of the show,” Raoul said tilting his head to the three of them making his way to Box 5.

(OOC: it's perfectly fine, Daniel. :D you'll just need to message me and tell me you posted next time. Otherwise, I wouldn't know if you did. :D THANK GOODNESS FOR THE RAOUL POST!!! And you got his character wonderfully too!)   It was Scene 3, Christine's first entrance. Meg was backstage, waiting for her cue, when her brunette friend shuffled past her, seeming nervous. "It's Raoul," she whispered urgently in Meg's ear, "He's here. Sitting in Box Five." Meg's eyes went wide. "But Christine, that's his box..." But the last line of the tenor signalled Christine's entrance. Meg watched as her friend took a deep breath. And then Christine stepped onto the stage.

Leandro watching from above with all the stage managers and Kathy who was watching with excitement to see Christine's outcome. "Come on," Leandro said leading Kathy to where the cranks were. "Push it," Leandro said looking over to see the sheep making sure they were still calm and domestic as they should be. Kathy struggled to push the crank, it seemed to be  stuck. Leandro saw Kathy's struggle and then decided to walk over and help her out. "Here," Leandro offered. "No! I can do it," Kathy said determined still pushing. "Its the other way," Leandro  said pulling Kthay's hands the other way of pushing the crank. Leandro's hands led Kathy's as he let her push it herself. Leandro heard the cue of the music and then let Kathy stop. Clouds don't have to be seen every moment. She sang the first verse of the song: Think of me, think of me fondlyWhen we've said goodbyeRemember me once in a whilePlease promise me, you'll try
Then you'll find that once again you longTo take your heart back and be freeIf you'll ever find a momentSpare a thought for me. (I'm going to be honest I had to look these up) Her eyes glistened as she was beautifully dressed in her white dress, as the adudience looked at her with eyes of anticipation and awe. How could such a beautiful and great voice come out of one person?
We never said our love was evergreenOr as unchanging as the seaBut if you can still rememberStop and think of meThink of all the thingsWe've shared and seenDon't think about the wayThings might have been Meg watched from the side, proud of her best friend's promotion listening to every note. Madame Giry and some of the other girls and cast watched as well, Christine's performance as she sang with grace.
Think of me, think of me wakingSilent and resignedImagine me trying too hardTo put you from my mind Monseuir Richard and Andre were proud watching from thier box in expectancy and happiness of their blooming star.
Recall those days, look back on all those timesThink of those things we'll never doThere will never be a dayWhen I won't think of you Christine sang, her last note the most vibrant catching the attention of the Phantom from his lair, his ears perking to his Angel. The crowd applauded, satisifed by what they were hearing as Raouls' ears and eyes had perked at Chrisitne fianally recognizing her. "Can it be? Can it be Christine?" he asked in a sing-song voice. "Bravo!" he clapped giving her a standing ovation as he soon left Box 5 rushing out.
Long ago, it seems so long agoHow young and innocent we were He sang walking away from the stage as Madame Giry had spotted him hiding in the curtains from when she was walking away. She may not remember meBut I remember her Raoul contined stepping down the steps of the Main Hall, diligently.  Christine continued to sing herself:
Flowers fade, the fruits of summer fadeThey have their seasons, so do weBut please promise me that sometimesYou will think of--- Christine sang in a decrescendo of the last note going into a scale of notes high to low in pattern form going into a grand forte.(I'm not doing the scale...that'll take take a millenia times two.) ME! 

(Horses? Sheep? I’m super confused, lol. :D Sorry about not posting for such a long time. I had a very BUSY homework week :P)             Where was Christine? Meg weaved through the crowd of ballet girls, admirers and opera staff, trying to find her friend. It had been but a few minutes after the gala had ended, and Christine had disappeared into the crowd. Meg assumed that she was carried off to her dressing room by Madame Giry, but when she had checked there, Christine was no where to be found. That left one other place to check before Meg would go and tell Madame Giry of Christine’s disappearance: The chapel. Christine loved to go there. She said the stained glass windows and the flickering candles made her feel closer to heaven, closer to her father’s spirit and closer to god and his angels.           “Christine,” Meg called as she descended the steps down to the chapel, “Christine…” There was suddenly a voice, a soft and yet commanding voice. The smooth, power timbre sent shivers down Meg’s spine, and she searched for the source of the voice as it echoed, “Christine…”           “Meg?” Christine’s voice asked.           “Where in the world have you been hiding,” Meg shook away her confusion and walked into the chapel to meet her friend. She sat down on the floor besides Christine and took her hands in hers. “Really, you were perfect. I only wish I knew your secret. Who is your new tutor?”