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Post by Pan on May 17, 2005 17:57:43 GMT -5
....not the magic trics....
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Post by seven on May 17, 2005 17:58:25 GMT -5
...of course she would wish it! who in there right mind would NOT wish it! But eriks real magic lies in singing! Will you sing for us, erik?
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Post by Pan on May 17, 2005 17:59:16 GMT -5
plz plz plz plz plz plz plz!!!!
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Post by The Don on May 17, 2005 18:01:15 GMT -5
 Oo, you're quite the charmer, aren't you? I like that. Well, don't worry, I will not make you perform frivolous parlor tricks. That's not my nature.
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Post by Pan on May 17, 2005 18:02:20 GMT -5
Oo
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Post by The Don on May 17, 2005 18:02:51 GMT -5
If you wish to sing for me, I'd like that.
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Post by seven on May 17, 2005 18:04:57 GMT -5
yes.. *waits patiently*
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Post by Phantom on May 17, 2005 18:11:55 GMT -5
"Very well, Erik shall sing for you."
He rises to a stage, and turns around to face everyone, cloak twirling behind him. He begins, slowly at first, with a voice like rippling water....and sometimes as quick and smooth as a flash of lightning. As he continues, he voice ascends those of angels, creating heaven on earth as the rooms' occupants are wrapped in song.... Hard as lightning, soft as candlelight. Dare you trust the music of the night?
The moon in the bureau mirror
looks out a million miles
(and perhaps with pride, at herself,
but she never, never smiles)
far and away beyond sleep, or
perhaps she's a daytime sleeper.
By the Universe deserted,
she'd tell it to go to hell,
and she'd find a body of water,
or a mirror, on which to dwell.
So wrap up care in a cobweb
and drop it down the well
into that world inverted
where left is always right,
where the shadows are really the body,
where we stay awake all night,
where the heavens are shallow as the sea
is now deep, and you love me.
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Post by Pan on May 17, 2005 18:16:01 GMT -5
Erik...........how can you do it
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Post by seven on May 17, 2005 18:17:33 GMT -5
simple...he's Erik.....*smiles and looks touched, then stands up to clap* ...what song were you singing?
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Post by Pan on May 17, 2005 18:18:41 GMT -5
how can hr mack music like it should only be in heaven?
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Post by Phantom on May 17, 2005 18:19:22 GMT -5
He takes a bow and hops off stage, landing lightly on his feet, like a cat, and smiles, "Thank you, Mademiosolles. And that wasn't a song, it was a poem named Insomnia. I just made up the melody as I went along."
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Post by The Don on May 17, 2005 18:20:03 GMT -5
*closes eyes* Words do not do things such as this justice. Therefore, they shall not be used. I am speechless. *wipes away a silent tear* And moved. You are truly an amazing individual, Erik.
As much as it pains me, I must leave. I have a world of work to do. Good bye to you all.
*exits an echo is heard: Welcome to the Family, Monsieur!*
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Post by Pan on May 17, 2005 18:20:27 GMT -5
...............your joking?
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Post by Phantom on May 17, 2005 18:22:16 GMT -5
He speaks to Don, "thank You Mll, it will be a pleasure to hear from you soon," then he turns to Pan, "what, about making up the melody? No, I'm not joking about that, I just did."
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Oo, you're quite the charmer, aren't you? I like that. Well, don't worry, I will not make you perform frivolous parlor tricks. That's not my nature. 
