Note: Contrary to popular belief, The Phantom of the Ballet, Harry Potter and Lord of The Rings doesn't belong to any of the 2A2 students namely Sharon Roohini Soosay, Koh Bee Theng and Cheng Wan Kimm. It, as stated, is copyrighted to none other than Jennifer Basett and the original creator of the Phantom of The Opera, Pirates of Caribbean as well as JK Rowling and JRR Tolkien. Major changes have been inflicted upon the work, but we claim no rights over the Phantom of the Opera whatsoever.
Prologue, Act 1.1 - The Death of Barbossa
[A door slams. Elisebeth Swann runs into the dressing room; her face white, the pale white of fear, of shock. Of terror. Seeing her in that horribly pathetic state, she was immediately bombarded by a series of questions from the other "girls".]
Will Turner: Miss Swann! What is wrong with you? Are you all right? You look like you've just seen a ghost!
[Little did Will realize that he had hit the jackpot, until...]
Elisebeth: How many times did I ask you to call me, Elisebeth...Save me, o, save me! [collapses, panting onto a chair] It's her! The Ballet Ghost! And she had tighten this corset...
Jack Sparrow: No! It can't be... the -hushed tone- one; She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named! The one who wears naught but a bright pink tutu, she who does not have eyes; the one with long, dark hair the colour of death...the one who dances only doing an opera ballet!?
[Mrs. Minerva Dumbledore enters; her face stark white]
Minerva: Girls, o, girls! The man, the man who saw the BG last week...Barbossa is dead! He was found with a pink tutu ribbon tied tightly around his neck; the most suspected weapon of crime used to strangle the poor man. Dead, girls, dead!
[There was a collective gasp from all of the girls, and Elisebeth promptly fainted]
Act 1.2 - An Abominable Letter and a Confrontation
[The next day, Tuesday, the directors Gandalf and Dumbledore received a mysterious letter...and were in much anger after reading the abominable letter]
Gandalf: A fool of man is this BG! Who dares play a trick on I, the great Mithrandir!? Whoever it is, this blasted prankster has gone too far!
Dumbledore: Calm down, my good man! There must be an explanation for this horrendous trick they have played on us. Come, let us read through the letter again:
"Kidnap and send Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter
to me every month, so that each may take turns in
becoming my husband. And leave box 20 free for me.
I am a good friend, my dear directors, but a bad enemy.
And make sure Eowyn will be dancing solo tomorrow.
B.G."
Gandalf: Idiotic! Downright mad, insane, preposterous, I say! Who is this Ballet Ghost? What kind of lunatic calls himself the Ballet Ghost? A fool, a maniac he is. Wait, is he a woman or man? Or is it supposed to be asexual or bisexual??- [note: without gender]?
Dumbledore: Let's see Madame Dumbledore, my wife. She is said to be a friend of the ghost.
[And therefore, the two directors set off to meet Dumbledore's wife, Minerva.]
Minerva: So what brings you two here?
Gandalf: Tell us, woman, what you know of the Ballet Ghost or I shalt be forced to hold thou at gunpoint.
Dumbledore: -ignores Gandalf- Yes, tell us, dear wife, tell us what you know. What say you?
Minerva: I'd say that you both are idiots and fools! Fool indeed, you are, Albus Dumbledore.
Dumbledore: What? Hey!? I take that as a deliberate insult! [hmph]
Gandalf: What! You can't insult your husband...who dares insult him MUST be dead by daylight!! Never insult Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore in front of me.!!!
Dumbledore: Thanks for your support, Mighty Gandalf [blushes]. Anyway, tell us, wife, why do you call us fools?
Minerva: Because, my dear, the old director knew very well; if the ghost wants two guys, she gets it, if she wants box 20 free, she will get it. Oh, they knew. A bit of accidents took place, and they sure learnt their lesson. Remember; the ghost is a good friend, but a bad enemy.
Dumbledore: Why do you say that? -feeling of unease- How do you know of those words?
Minerva: Because the ghost says them to me. She has a very beautiful voice, but that isn't the point. She walks with expertise and gracefulness of a ballet dancer, I have heard.
Gandalf: I still do not believe in any ghost. Especially the ballet ghost; after all, which crazy newly-out-of-the-asylum person calls himself a Ballet Ghost!? And tomorrow, Miss Delacour shall be dancing instead of Miss Eowyn! Oh, and by the way...is this ghost a man or a woman?
Act 1.3 - A Horrendous Disgrace brought upon the Ballet Company
[Wednesday morning; the directors were happy men. There was no sign of the ghost and the day was just perfect. Then it was time for the ballet. Miss Delacour was to dance Swan Lake; the leading dancer, she was. Box 20 was occupied, by none other than Gandalf and Dumbledore.]
Gandalf: See, Dumb-ole-dore, I told you there's no BG. It's all spiteful rumours and tricks.
[Miss Delacour was dancing gracefully on stage, her careful, skilled footsteps akin to those of a swan's; until suddenly, she lost control of her right leg, and tragedy struck as Delacour slipped and fell, headfirst onto the stage. She tried once more, but to no avail as she slipped and fell yet again. This process was repeated several times until, alas, Delacour fell from the stage, landing on the ground with a sickening thud. The audience began to shake their head in disbelief, and many walked out giggling. Clearly, it was a disaster.]
Dumbledore: This is terrible. We should have used Eowyn. Do...do you think this is the work of BG?
Gandalf: Hmph. Dumb-old-dore, BG, OG, #G, SG, they're all utter nonsense. Hmm, do you hear something? Like...like gentle footsteps?
[Then they heard a sweet, lovely voice.]
BG: Ha, ha! Looked what her dancing brought; naught but disgrace, disgrace and more disgrace to the ballet company! You did not take heed of my warning; and this is the punishment you received.
[Then, the voice disappeared. The directors soon learnt that there was no way to stop this; they gave as the ghost wanted. They paid many an assassin to kidnap the famous celebrities Ronald Weasley (the Prime Minister's son) and Harry Potter; the famous actor from 'The Stupids and Dumbs'. Among those assassins included one Hitokiri Battousai, one Gonou and one Lames Bond; but that's out of the question. They then placed the two unfortunate boys backstage. Later that night, Eowyn was the solo dancer; this time as Princess Aurora.]
Act 1.4 - When Love is Found; and When 'tis Lost (behold Romeo and Juliet)
[A month later, Eowyn was the best dancer in Russia. That night, the respected and handsome King Aragorn from England fell in love with Eowyn when he saw her dance in Swan Lake Part II. He knew then that this was the one for him, the one and no other. He decided to go to her dressing room after the last ballet scene.]
King: Eowyn, o, Eowyn... [WARNING: MAJOR Romeo scenes here...]
Eowyn: Leave me alone! I wish for none of your presence here.
King: But, but I lo�
Doctor: Please leave, Yer Highness, lil' miss here ain't well.
[Suddenly a sweet voice floated across the room]
Voice: Leave her and go. Thou shalt not return. Or...
King: Or what? I'm not afraid. I shall not leave her, NEVER.
Voice: Leave now, or disaster shall soon follow, Aragorn son of Arathorn. I'll take care of Eowyn. Go, go NOW!
[And the voice disappeared. The rest left the room. But the voice returned.]
Voice: Come, Eowyn, o Eowyn the fair. We're leaving this corrupted place...
[And for the first time, the owner of the voice appeared. It was a woman! A beautiful, bewitching lady, who looked no older than her early twenties; she had long, flowing dark hair that shone eerily in the light. Eowyn stared at her...somehow, she knew that this person was a bad, evil and horrifying woman; she saw it in her eyes.]
Eowyn: No! No! You shall not take me away! Let me go!
[The BG had grabbed her]
BG aka BG: The Ballet Ghost never lets go!
[Someone had watched what was happening; it was Hermione. Now she knew who the ballet ghost was; it was Arwen, Arwen; King Aragorn's ex-lover, who had gotten into the most unfortunate accident after breaking up with the latter many years ago. King Aragorn and many others had presumed that she was dead. But now, Hermione knew, she was alive; and had returned as the Ballet Ghost. She immediately went to inform the shocking news to King Aragorn.]
Hermione: Aragorn, Aragorn, wherefore art thou, o, King Aragorn? Eowyn has been captured by...-hesitant- Arwen!
Aragorn: Arwen, Arwen, the Arwen I once loved?
Hermione: Yes, yes, come, I know where Eowyn is. She was taken by Arwen to the Shrieking Chamber; I know it for I have seen it. Ever since I heard of BG, I've studied her to find her every motive and movement.
Aragorn: Then, we have no time to lose! Let's save Eowyn!
[Then, Hermione led Aragorn to Eowyn's dressing room. She pushed a cabinet, and lo and behold, a door was revealed, with glittering snakes engraved upon the shiny mahogany.]
Hermione: Ablubladielatricenowhere!
[And the door opened. The first step was over, thank goodness. But before the joy could even sink in, whoosh; swinging axes appeared! -hold on, swinging axes?-]
[Slowly Hermione guided the King through the swinging axes. Whoosh! That was close. Suddenly the axes started moving faster and faster; Hermione was now confused as she didn't know which exit she should enter as the wrong exit would cost their lives. The left exit was the best, but the question was: should they enter it or not?]
Hermione: Good god, I'll just have to take the chance...
[She went in, followed by King Aragorn; and she was right! They fell into a drain. It took about two minutes before they reached the ground...but when they did, -PRAKKK- They landed on something soft...]
Hermione: It's Arwen's special ribbon! We're doomed!
Aragorn: Darn, I'm getting tangled!
Hermione: Me too, oh god, what am I to do? What am I to do...? Oh bother, I forgot!
Aragorn: Oh crap, isn't there a spell or something you can do? You're useless!
Hermione: Useless!? That's it! USELESS! I've got my wand, yes! I forgot I'm a witch!
Aragorn: A wand!? A witch...? Aaa...I'm dreaming [slaps himself] wake up, Aragorn, Aragorn, wake up!
Hermione: Oh shut the crap up, you! I'm trying to concentrate...ribbon web, ribbon web... very fun, and it breaks when it's in the sun! Acclomodanisklamidonas!!
[A ray of light comes out of the wand; the web broke]
Hermione: Alright, let's go on...
Aragorn: Do you hear something...something like dragon wings!
Hermione: Dragon...wings...how do you know, you lousy Muggle?
Aragorn: Muggle? Sheesh, I am not a Muggle or whatever, I'm the mighty King of Mortal Men Aragorn from Britain!
Hermione: Not a Muggle? Then what are you, a TROLL? There's no time to lose, your Eowyn is in wicked danger!
Aragorn: Eowyn, o, Eowyn, Ara~gorn-n-n-n is here to save you! Fear not, my beloved Eowyn!
Hermione: There's a door - RUN to it, you crappy blunderhead, it's a disappearing door! I know the signs...
Aragorn: Disappearing door? I don't see it...
Hermione: -slaps hand to forehead- Of COURSE you wouldn't see it, you idiotic moron! It disappears-lah! Through the door, now!
[On the other side, they saw - Arwen on a Nazgul which was blowing out - FIRE!?]
[Then, Aragorn saw Eowyn, dancing, in the middle of the dancing torture room.]
Arwen: What are you staring at, my beloved Aragorn? Eowyn? She -cackle- she will be burned alive if she stops dancing. If you want to save her, you have to marry me and serve me. You must also kill Hermione and bestow upon me your throne.
Aragorn: You're nuts, you moron. I will NEVER do so. I love Eowyn [cough] and only her.
Hermione: Harry Potter!? Ronald Weasley!? Oh my god!?
Arwen: Useless people, they are! Ardakedavrarotrikolela!
[At once, a pot above the famous Harry and Ron overturned and cement was poured over them; and they were immediately turned into statues!]
Arwen: Ha, ha, ha! Now you cannot save them no more. I'll kill you, Aragorn, my love. You will die, so will your beloved Eowyn. Don't worry, you're going to be the first.
[Before Arwen could continue, Aragorn ran with Eowyn whose hand he held tightly in his own, with Hermione at his heel.]
Arwen: Lord Aragorn, you would not escape this easily. Keavadrava luminious mozartebitowena!
[The spell shot straight through the air straight at Aragorn's chest, but Hermione stopped it with her magic.]
Hermione: Go, go at once! Flee, Aragorn, and take Eowyn with you. Go now, I'll try to hold her back; she is too powerful! But before you go, Aragorn...I want to confess. I've loved you, Aragorn, for so long that I can't even remember when I first started to. So please go. I never want to see you hurt. If I don't return, don't forget me, Aragorn...
[Aragorn thanked Hermione and kissed her forehead.]
Aragorn: Thank you. I will never forget a good friend and witch.
Hermione: Quick, I can't hold her an longer - GRAAHH!!!
[Eowyn and Aragorn ran, and ran, and ran, they heard a shrill scream of pain, piercing through the air.]
Aragorn: Hermione!
Eowyn: Come, Aragorn, she is here! She hasn't been destroyed!
[They ran, and ran until they reached a corridor, and a dead end. There was no door; only a window.]
Aragorn: Which way? There're no doors at all!
Arwen: No way out. You're here with me; just the three of us, for now, Hermione is dead. No Harry, no Ron, no anyone but us. Soon, there won't even be us, -insane cackle-
[Then Aragorn and Eowyn saw a match. And they also saw an oil bottle, and a fire torch...held by Arwen. They knew now what she meant.]
Aragorn: RUN! Jump out of the window; quick me first, I'll catch you at the bottom.
[Aragorn broke the window as the flames rose, coming towards them. It had engulfed Arwen and now it was time...time for...]
Aragorn: 1, 2, 3, JUMP!!
[And they did. They landed on some bushes; they received a few bruises, yes, and they ran as fast as possible, hand in hand. They escaped right in the nick of time; for the whole Ballet House had gone up into flames. No one was found alive...no one was found dead. No one was found at all - well, except for two oddly familiar-looking statues...we wonder...]
In later years, it was said that King Aragorn was alive; and had married Eowyn and that word had that he was still the ruler of Britain. Rumour also has it that they have three children; Legolas, Frodo...and a beautiful girl with curly brown locks.
