Because Kat is Too Tired To Write Anything Herself

This little excerpt has its origin in the wonderful fan fiction, “Erik x WHO?” by Beata-Beatrix. If you do not read it, I will Punjab you. In this fic, every pairing is made fun of. We mean every pairing. This is Nadir’s entrance. Never fear, I will post the E/N chapter as well.

The Authoress runs backstage and reappears dragging the Persian behind her. He looks very afraid.

Raoul: Oooh..the hand at-the-level-of-you-eyes guy!

Erik: Oh, hello there traitor. (He’s still sore at him about the ending of Leroux. Not going to spoil it for the person reading Leroux.)

Nadir: Hello to you too, Erik. . .Hello phangirls.

Leroux phans: Oh my God! IT’S THE PERSiAN

Kay phans: Oh my God IT’S NADIR!

ALW phans: Huh?

B-B: You have to read it.

ALW phans: Oh. . . (Actually open the book.)

Nadir sits down in Piangi's old seat, stands back up, cleans the small bits of food and three turkey legs out of it, then just decides to get a random box to sit on. The Authoress constructs run-on sentences to rival Faulkner.

Nadir: (Sits crosslegged on the fancy treasure box.) Okay, I am ready.

B-B: We're having a contest to judge the best x Erik pairing. The contestants so far are Carlotta, Meg, and Madame Giry.

Nadir: Wow. . . (Looks at Erik.) You sure get around.

Erik: What have I told you about being smart, Nadir?

Nadir: . . .That you'll lock me in that coffin you sleep in?

Erik: (Nods condescendingly) That's right.

Nadir: (Shuts up.)

I remain, gentlemen, your faithful and obedient servant,

J.G.