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((Okay everyone. This post and Eric's uber long post from Hell take place before Christine sings "Think of Me". I suppose it really takes place closer to the beginning of the performance. There was a bit of a posting mix-up, so just work with us here.))

Erik was very displeased to say the least. There was someone sitting in his chair in his private box in blatant disregard of his instructions to leave the box empty for his use and his use only! Of course it would be the new managers. He frowned as he saw M. Andre sitting alone in the box. Where was M. Firmin? The pair seemed to be practically joined at the hip, and to see one without the other seemed completely out of character for the both of them. Well, there is only one chair. Perhaps M. Firmin merely went to get one so that he may sit as well, reasoned Erik trying to decide whether he wished to use this opportunity to strangle the man now or give him the chance to repent of his folly.

"Monsieur," he said, throwing his voice so that it seemed to be coming from the door. "What are you doing in that chair, Monsieur? You know that you should not be in here."

((Well, It would be easier to follow if it was all kept together, but Eric's going to be gone for a few hours. I'll leave it up to your better judgement.))

((I'll right I'm back!! sweatdrop and yes it was un uber long post only contrivable from hell o.<))

Leaning back and quite absorbed in the music Moncharmin heard a soft voice from the door inquiring his position, he leaned back and tried to recline further dismissing the impertant quiestionare. "Go away," he cried. "The managers have occupied this box..." and with that he slunked back down in the chair. There was an ebb in the music, a low quite spot before a jump to the final chords that ended a piece. Art lost it's grip for a moment and Moncharmin's mind was allowed to wander...that was a rather dull remark about the chair he thought as he shifted in it quite comfortably, looked back at the door...but of course he could not see the door becuase the curtain was drawn tight over it...then...how could they...see me? Andre sat up rigidly as the music flared in wild ecstasy and he looked about...still a normal box, and in normal expectancy Moncharmin looked at the curtain that hid the door..."Who's there?" he asked, rather frantically...and then he calmed himself (always remembering to take his own advice) "The managers have occupied this box..."

Moncharmin's face flushed red with anger as he stood up immediatly confronting the person that now dared to enter behind the curtain and laugh it him(for he had calculated the voice to have entered the room). "Not ours to occ-!!" Moncharmin paused his rage as he flung back the curtain and found no one behind it. All of his former thoughts flooded his mind suddenly and he stuttered for a few minutes fighting them, trying to connect them...helplessly wishing they made sense. Surely this was another trick of the stage hands! some imputent fool trying to challenge his authority to arrange a box for Firmin and him. But if that was so how could there be no one there? Surely it wasn't a "no one" that dropped a stage piece from the ceiling, surely it wasn't "no one" that wanted twenty thousand francs and surely it wasn't "no one" that talked with him now...but if it wasn't "no one" than who?

"..." Moncharmin was still in stuck in his stupefication for several minutes, he did not have the quick decisivness of Firmin and so his mind caused him to be temporarily frozen to that spot until he could "make up his mind".

"Monsieur," said Erik, making it so that his voice seemed to be right beside the manager's right ear, "I believe that I warned you that Box 5 was to be left empty for my private use. M. Lefevre understood that well enough, and if you do not come to understand it on your own I will be forced to use more...direct methods to make certain that my demands are met. They are really not that unreasonable, and you would be a fool to ignore them. I am not limited to dropping only backdrops after all, and my aim is quite good."

((Somebody, RP as Meg for now. I have tried getting in touch with Kaliea_1, but I have heard nothing back from her. If she does not begin posting soon or explain her absence a suitable replacement will have to be found.))

((No, I meant to ignore mine in that thread. I had something else typed, but I changed it.))

((Please.))