[Christine is left frozen in confusion as the Phantom sings for them, trying desperately to parse the words. Sure, she had felt like she was being ignored by most of her peers, sometimes she felt she didn't get recognition, sometimes she felt like no one really wanted to care... but that didn't mean she hated any of them!
She grips the envelope tightly, about to open her mouth to protest, when the room goes dark. Even though the Phantom is gone when the lights turn on, she shouts up at the ceiling.]
I don't care about your offer! The real Phantom can't do that anyways! It's... it's so stupid!
[She tears her envelope in half, and then again and again, letting the pieces fall to the floor without a spare glance. Really, she seems more upset about the Phantom than about the motive, still stubbornly looking around for a sign of him... but then all she sees are people around her staring at their own photos, and her rage-filled expression is cowed into worry.]
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[Christine is left frozen in confusion as the Phantom sings for them, trying desperately to parse the words. Sure, she had felt like she was being ignored by most of her peers, sometimes she felt she didn't get recognition, sometimes she felt like no one really wanted to care... but that didn't mean she hated any of them!
She grips the envelope tightly, about to open her mouth to protest, when the room goes dark. Even though the Phantom is gone when the lights turn on, she shouts up at the ceiling.]
I don't care about your offer! The real Phantom can't do that anyways! It's... it's so stupid!
[She tears her envelope in half, and then again and again, letting the pieces fall to the floor without a spare glance. Really, she seems more upset about the Phantom than about the motive, still stubbornly looking around for a sign of him... but then all she sees are people around her staring at their own photos, and her rage-filled expression is cowed into worry.]