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Post by victor on Sept 30, 2006 15:33:58 GMT -5
*Victor walked into his luxury suite and took off his jacket with a sigh. After drawing a hot bath, he soaked for a while until he felt completely relaxed. Drawing on the white fluffy robe the hotel provided, he ordered dinner through room service and sat back on the wide bed, reading some reviews of his recent performances.*
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Post by chaneyerik on Oct 6, 2006 17:21:54 GMT -5
*Stands outside in the snow, freezing. Is trying to decide whether it's worth risking his sexual orientation over a new singer.*
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Post by victor on Oct 6, 2006 17:33:31 GMT -5
*Begins to practice singing scales, going ever higher and higher as a warm-up. Eventually, he began in on The Shady Dame from Seville.*
La la la la la la la la la la da da... There was once a shady dame from Seville; Used to wander 'roud the town dressed to kill. And men, if they dared, stood and stared When she passed their way; The lady knocked 'em out; But there's no doubt 'Cos they'd shout "Ole!" all day. Seville isn't that much to shout about, But when she was out traffic stood still. Dressed like a vamp or a Pamplona tramp, She could stampede the menfolk at will. One day came a world famous matador, Rat-tat at her door, bearing a rose. If he distressed her, disturbing her siesta, It's best to say nobody knows. The rest of the tale's not a pretty one; Pity one isn't for sale. Only two ears and a tail Did they find by the blind on her sill; No one knows what's became Of the shady dame... La la la la la la la la ...la la ah aha ... Ah! Aaaaaaaah...hum! The shady dame... From Seville! OLE!
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Post by chaneyerik on Oct 6, 2006 19:18:16 GMT -5
*Listens to voice* Okay, she's a girl. I think.
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Post by victor on Oct 6, 2006 19:35:00 GMT -5
((But how can you tell for certain? You can't be sure, now, can you?))
*Victor hummed as he finished the song and then turned to go to bed. He pulled the covers up to his chin and put out the light, ignoring the eerie blue light and light breeze that streamed in through the open French doors that led to the balcony. It was a cold night, and the night air could not be good for the children's voices his voice, but he didn't think to close the window before falling into a deep sleep.*
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Post by chaneyerik on Oct 7, 2006 13:25:44 GMT -5
*The Phantom engages in various slapstic stunts such as being locked out and getting closet doors slammed on his fingers. Finally, he gets inside.*
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Post by chaneyerik on Oct 10, 2006 21:38:47 GMT -5
*The Ghost is crazy, but not a total perv. Therefore, instead of taking this opportunity to discover his new obsession's gender, he leaves a black rose on the bedside table and vanishes into the night*
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Post by victor on Oct 11, 2006 13:46:50 GMT -5
*wakes up* "Oh what a beautiful day it is!" *hops out of bed and wanders over to the window, then has his eye caught by a black rose lying on a table.* "That wasn't there last night..." *he said, puzzled as he picked it up to examine it. With a shrug, he put it down, donned his tuxedo, tucked the black rose into his buttonhole and went to the Opera*
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