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Post by cosette on Oct 26, 2008 0:38:53 GMT -5
*shakes head* Just a short, funny one-shots I made. I know real PotO fan fiction is excellent and so much fun to read (especially the ones with long chapters *drool*), but I've never had good ideas for movies. Besides, I like hyper activity.
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"No Muse: Alternate Version, Also Known As 'How Cosette Almost Got A Co-Worker Fired'"
Blond hair flew back as a woman practically sprinted through the hallways of the opera, occasionally stumbling and bumping into people on her way. Cosette was upset, pursing her lips so she almost looked like a duckling missing its mother. She had no muse. None. Suddenly, the entire world was upon her shoulders for the fact she could not put ink to paper.
And Cosette knew she was practically freeloading, so she made it a goal to think of an idea for a song at least every couple days. It was the first time since childhood her mind had been so blank, until she heard a ballet girl whispering to herself. As soon as she was a good distance away, but within earshot, Cosette stopped herself so quick the material on the bottom of her shoes made a horrible squealing noise.
"Is he back? I knew the phantom was-"
"What you say!?"
Smashing the monologue into tiny pieces, Cosette ran back up to the girl. She had dark hair all done up in a bun and looked a little older than she was, her eyes said so. The girl's eyes also said, "How did you get here!?" and, "Tell me who you are or else I'll tell the managers!" Her mouth said those very same words, too. How amazing!
After quickly explaining who she was and her profession, she tried to coax what the girl had said before out again. Although she had heard it once, it wasn't very loud. Cosette liked loud things, they were fun. But the girl didn't look so convinced, and she even said so until the woman finally resorted to groveling.
"F-Fine," she admitted to Cosette, tugging her off the floor since they were technically in public (though no one else was around), "I said I thought the phantom was back. At least, it was what I was going to say until you interrupted me. Are you quite satisfied after such harassment?"
When she didn't answer, the girl was truly afraid. That meant Cosette wasn't satisfied, which meant more embarrassing and bothersome conversation with her. At least, that was what the dark-haired girl had thought until the blond said something.
"... Fat less? No fat?"
The girl's hand met her pretty face. Cosette was truly testing the faith of the liturgical Catholic woman. She tried to leave, but with the endless abyss of idiocy in the other's blue eyes, the girl felt she had to leave having teaching the younger lady something.
"No. Phantom. A ghost; a scary apparition. A ghost is a phantom. A ghost equals a phantom. Do you understand?"
"A fat less goat?"
"Do you want me to commit blasphemy?"
"Polygamy?"
The girl was fired from her job shortly after the incident for trying to attack Cosette with a vase while letting out obscenities, and it was later discovered the reason for her despicable word choice was because she had her nose in a book about masculine rhyming. Luckily the managers took pity on the woman (as they understood her feelings) and let her come back, while Cosette was given a terrible scolding.
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