Hey guys, I have stuff to talk about!
Last week I was at the library and looking out at me from the CD rack was "Wonderland" the musical.
Could she be the one, you know?
Tin man, lion or scarecrow?
Wait that's from a different show
I almost drove off the road when I first heard that.
And then I realized that by switching a few songs around I could have a squeal to "Alice" - which I then plotted out ::head desk::
Day 01 -
What is your current favorite ship?Day 02 -
What was your very first ship?Day 03 -
A pairing that needs to happen now?Day 04 -
The pairing with the most chemistry?Day 05 -
The pairing with the least chemistry?Day 06 -
Best kiss?Day 07 -
The most heartbreaking scene?Day 08 -
The pairing with the most baggage?Day 09 -
The most believable relationship?Day 10 -
The least believable relationship?Day 11 -
Your dream pairing?Day 12 -
Who had the best wedding?Day 13 -
Your favorite television pairing?Day 14 -
What is your favorite book pairing?Day 15 -
What is your favorite real life pairing?Day 16 -
What is the absolute worst pairing?Day 17 -
A pairing you thought would never work out, but did?Day 18 -
What is the cutest pairing?Day 19 -
A pairing you’ve rooted for since the beginning?Day 20 -
The 'can't stand the sexual tension anymore' pairing?Day 21 -
A pairing you like and no one else understands why?Day 22 -
A pairing you hate and no one else understands why?Day 23 -
A crazy love triangle/quadrilateral that worked out great?Day 24 -
A crazy love triangle/quadrilateral that worked out badly?Day 25 -
A pairing that was/would-be adorable, but could never work out? Day 26 - A pairing that you hated and ended up loving?
Christine/Eirk “The Phantom of the Opera”
I was first introduced to this fandom through the old black & white movies and then ALW's musical.
The B&W's were trying to play up the horror aspect of the story and the musical didn't really delve into the love between Christine and The Phantom (who they never name).
And then I read the book.
The man's voice spoke again: "Are you very tired?"
"Oh, to-night I gave you my soul and I am dead!" Christine replied.
"Your soul is a beautiful thing, child," replied the grave man's voice, "and I thank you. No emperor ever received so fair a gift. THE ANGELS WEPT TONIGHT."
"My anger equaled my amazement. I rushed at the mask and tried to snatch it away, so as to see the face of the voice. The man said, 'You are in no danger, so long as you do not touch the mask.' And, taking me gently by the wrists, he forced me into a chair and then went down on his knees before me […] And the voice, the voice which I had recognized under the mask, was on its knees before me, WAS A MAN! And I began to cry... The man, still kneeling, must have understood the cause of my tears, for he said, 'It is true, Christine! ... I am not an Angel, nor a genius, nor a ghost ... I am Erik!'"
"Oh, I hate him!" cried Raoul. "And you, Christine, tell me, do you hate him too?"
"No," said Christine simply.
"No, of course not ... Why, you love him! Your fear, your terror, all of that is just love and love of the most exquisite kind, the kind which people do not admit even to themselves,"