Sunday, June 27, 2010
Sorry for my absence!
(ABOVE: Made on a game from DollDivine.com- inspired by Shakira's song Gypsy.)
"Miss Anna has returned."
"Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah as far as we're concerned."
"Where is she now?"
"I thought it best she'd stay alone-"
"She needed rest."
"Can I see her?"
"No Mssr. She will see no one."
"WILL SHE SING? WILL SHE SING?"
"Here- I have a post!"
"LET ME SEE IT!"
*All run to their computer to check the blog*
Do you like my little piece there? Did you love how I memorized Mssr. Andre and Mssr. Firmin' part?
Well! I thought I had posted a lot more, but apparently they did not save... >.<
Over the last few days, a few thing happened.
Paige came to visit. We went to get icecream.
I had a brilliant idea- McDonald's should get alcohol licences. Then I was like OhmyGod I'm so stupid.
I bruised my jaw (Which reminded me of Requiem Mask).
I found a website about hating Twilight.
I failed to buy a mask.
I had a question for a seller on Etsy.
I held a party, complete with impressive fireworks, singing PMGIWTGB with Spazzie and her sister, and pie. And none of you were invited.
Kidding. I invited *all* of you, but none of you felt like showing up.
I got an idea for my LND parody on ff.net.
If any of you stalke-I mean, followed me from the aforementioned site, Welcome!
I'm sorry I haven't been updating my story... I'm completely composing on my own at the moment, no lyrics, pictures, or even a tune to inspire me. They replaced a few songs and scenes, and I have no idea what to do... T-T
So, to hold you over, a scene from...
Please, Miss Giry, I Want To Go Back...
WE CAN'T ALL BE LIKE CHRISTINE.
EVERYONE, MINUS THE PHANTOM AND MEG:
Your'e freaking kidding me, right?
THE PHANTOM (Sheepishly):
(Meg shoots Christine with a scream of agony and rage. Christine falls to the ground, as she was hit by the bullet. She's profusely bleeding.)
I'm profusely bleeding!
(He tries to stop the bleeding by bunching up her jacket.)
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. What the hell did I just do?
Where's dad? He should have been here! Where's daddy...?
CHRISTINE (Smiling weakly, her voice is very frail):
Your father... Your real father...
(Gustave looks up at the Phantom, who is looking down at him.)
Bu-But how do you know?
Why, of course because your'e so musical! And your'e just
TEN YEARS OLD!
My God... My God...!
I hope you like it! Keep in note that this is a rough draft, and will most likely be slightly (Or greatly, like ALW did) changed when put on ff.net. I have a long way to go until I get this far, too! The story should be from 15-17 chapters, I think... We'll see! (^/-^)
Until next time!
I remain your obedient servant (Unless you piss me off),