The Phantom!(Students/Staff)

[ariana marie lamkin]

Ariana was putting on a few more finishing touches on the room, lighting the last of about ten, fifteen candles, which were standing on big multi-candle candlesticks that came about four inches off the ground, and when she lowered the lights down, they gave a dark, romantic and mysterious ambiance. Perfect for what they would be studying the next few weeks.

She was dressed in a pair of skintight black jeans, a black corset with a long cape that drifted to her knees, along with the famous half mask of Andrew Lloyd Weber's famous musical, her long blonde hair down and going halfway down her back.

When the students would come in, they would see the music room with an L shaped area for seating made up of two long tables, Ariana's laptop sitting on the other side of the tables, Ariana was in her office out to the side, her lights off, until enough students came up and she pressed the remote to the stereo, the loud opening notes of "Phantom of the Opera" blast out of the speakers, and Ariana was thankful of the art and music rooms being out of the way of most of the others, so she could blast this like it should be. At the first lines, she stepped out, singing along with Christine in a growly, yet smooth soprano.

"In sleep he sang to me,
In dreams he came...
That voice which calls to me,
and speaks my name..." she sang, circling in a predatory manner among atleast all of the students, including a few who came in as she was still going.

"And do I dream again, for now I find
The Phantom of the opera is there,
Inside my mind....."

[key marissa restrepo]

Key had never been fond of actors or singers. In her opinion, most of them weren't talented. And the ones that were... well, she wasn't found of them, either. Actors were fakers and singers could coo all they wanted but they would really never win her or anyone Key considered opinion was worth while over. But she still had to go to class. She had already accumulated more than enough detentions for being a smart ass to teachers nearly every day in class. The funny thing was that she really couldn't restrain herself; sometimes people were just too idiotic (teachers in particular) for her not to speak up about it. And it was impossible for Key to tell them their flaws in a polite manner, so really, none of it could be blamed on her. She was really only trying to make the world better than it already was. For her own benefit, of course, because no one else she had met was worth it.

But even though she had made this vow to go to the class she least enjoyed, she couldn't help but be late, just so she could swing by the cafeteria and steal an apple before class. Key had a thing for apples; she was never without one and it really couldn't be explained. When she strutted into class loudly, heels clack, clack, clacking on the floor, her apple was twirling in the air above her right hand, other hand on his hip, a grimace on her face. But she would give credit to her teacher; Ariana did have a nice-to-listen to voice and the candles set around the room made everything seem a little bit more mysterious than it really was. Key liked it, but she would never, ever, in a million years, admit that she even remotely enjoyed something that someone besides herself or the people that were similar to herself in stature and class (none of which she had yet met) had not put together. Key stood in the doorway for a moment, making sure everyone had passed her a glance before letting the apple fall into her palm and taking a large bite out of it and chewing it loudly. "Sorry I'm late." She said once she swallowed, then shrugged.

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