Thank You JANE for being my first reviewer! My sanity thanks you! (:
I'm not insane. My sister just doesn't understand.
The Phantom isn't about what he did or what he looks like. It's about true love, true desire, to be happy.
Why couldn't my sister understand this?
These are the true people…I just know it. I need to know how to they got here.
And how to go back with them.
Well, EXCUSE ME for trying to be safe. I'm just trying to not get us killed, that's all. But does my sister believe that these people are raving lunatics that should be locked up in a mental hospital for the rest of their lives?
No of course not. It takes one to know one, anyway.
I'm really tired of being the adult here.
So, the next thing my sister says to me is a couple of words I will never, ever say—and, to be quite honest, I have never heard before but has expanded my vocabulary—and stalks off into the living room.
And what does she do? She starts singing. SINGING.
Christine, the Phantom and Raoul applaud her, and ask her to sing more. Roxanne calls me in, but I ignore her, because I know she'll make fun of me for my lack of musical talent. I know she would.
"Get your butt in her Payton!" I hear her yell. Finally, when I'm sick and tired of hearing her voice, I go in, wanting to get the torture over sooner verses later.
I can't help but be smug. I can carry a tune with ease. My sister, on the other hand, couldn't sing to save her life.
Which I can't resist rubbing in a bit.
After singing a bit for Erik, Christine and Raoul, each praised me. Erik looked especially impressed, which was like a dream coming true for me.
But for it to be a complete dream coming true, Payton would have to leave.
"What do you want, Roxanne?" I asked.
"Sing for them," she said. I wanted to wipe that pathetic little smile off her face so bad.
"No, I don't want to," I mumbled.
"C'mon, Payton, I'll buy you a new iPhone…" she teased. I sighed, because I knew I was going to give in. I can't live without my phone.
I took a deep breath…
There's a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch and it's bring me out the dark
Finally, I see you crystal clear
Go ahead and sell me out and I'll lay your ship bare…
I couldn't go on anymore. Raoul and the Phantom were chuckling, and Christine and Roxanne were practically in hysterics, they were laughing so hard.
I felt my cheeks burn with anger, and I could feel the tips of my ears going red.
The Phantom had a nasty smile on. "Your sister has talent. You, on the other hand, I have no hope for."
Raoul snickered. "That was the worst voice I've ever heard…ever consider a freak show?"
I clenched my fists. "Go screw yourself!" I shouted, my anger getting the best of me.
When Raoul replied that he already had, I threw my hands up in frustration and stormed into my room, the stinging comments and biting laughter enraging me to the core.
Oh damn it all. I pushed it too far.
Payton always joked about her bad voice, but I think I made her really angry. While Raoul asked me what "screw yourself" meant, I made my way to my sister's bedroom. The door was locked tight.
"Payton, Payton?" I asked.
"Who is it?"
"Who do you think, it's me, your sister."
"For all I know, the three strangers could be holding you hostage and holding a gun to your head and a grenade in their hand. And when I opened the door, they would throw the grenade which would cause me to explode. And you know how much I hate spontaneous combustion."
"For God's sake, open the fricken' door!"
"I don't feel like it."
"Not in the mood."
"Give me a better reason. I'm in charge of you."
"Well, I am shunning you."
"If you were shunning me, then you wouldn't be talking to me." Silence overtook the space between us, the door separating me from my sister.
I once read somewhere that in ancient tribes, silence was their punishment. No one would respond to anything they said, give them anything, and would never talk the receiver of the punishment. The members of the tribe would ignore the poor guy who did something wrong.
Eventually, the person who was at fault went crazy, literally insane from the lack of communication.
It's worked on my sister before...could you tell?