She smiled. "You're doing a lovely job..." she said, then looked at her watch. She sighed. "I'm sorry but my rest is running a little long, I have to find singing lessons soon..." she smiled.
Missy woke up hours later, feeling the burns on her back worsen from what they were. She raised up, byt pushing herself up with her arms. She checked the time... It was around three... "Wow" she said, yawning again. She stretched her arms, wishing she could stretch out her legs, but she still couldn't feel them. She hated the feeling. She looked out her door, seeing the pews all fixed up, and the window fixed... The priest must've done it... She saw Leon where she last saw him, and she smiled, glad that he was safe...
She smiled and got off her knee's, sitting up right. "I'm Christine, in the play 'Phantom of the opera...'" She smiled.
Missy covered herself up with her blanket, her eyes still closed... She yawned again, and pushed the pillow under her head. It was time for her to sleep anyways.
She smiled, watching him paint. "It's beautiful," she commented.
She smiled, watching him pain. She got on her knee's sitting for a few moments. She was still tired and looked terrible in her practice shorts and tank. "Yeah... I'm practicing for my role," she chuckled.
Missy laid in her bed. She could see them out her door perfectly. Leon didn't look so good, and Dawn looked tired. Missy hadn't slept in a few days, and she yawned. She tried keeping her eyes open, but she felt them close, seeing Leon and Dawn still out the door.
Kristie stopped the dancing once the music was finished. She sighed and took a break. The last thing that was missing was the vocals.. She hadn't been taught to sing yet. She got a towel from the side and patted it on her face. it was a real workout... She walked backstage where she saw the artist.. She looked at the backdrop and smiled. "It looks lovely..." she smiled.
She pushed herself up on the mat, still poking her legs, feeling nothing.... "I'll be okay by tonight," she said.
Kristie stood on the stage, dancing to the beat of a piano song that she had playing on the stereo... The Phantom watched from a panel in the wall, behind a grate...
She breathed, and held onto Dawn. She still couldn't move her legs... "I'm sorry... I can't move..." she said, whimpering.
Missy breathed calmly, laying in the floor. The light would be in soon, just in that one window. She pointed at her room, still breathing harshly. "I needed to be in the moonlight.... but it went away," she cried softly.
Missy pushed herself out of the light with her hands. The burns felt horrible on her back, she gasped out, feeling the relief of the burning away... She clenched her hands, still gasping.
Missy screeched out, feeling the sun touch her body. She used her arms and pushed away, feeling the burns. She withered around the floor, screeching. She grabbed another piece of the sharppened pew, and threw it at Lisa again.
Missy broke the pew into a sharp pointed stick. She aimed it at Lisa. "Get away from him!" she shouted, throwing it at Lisa.
"Duck!" Missy pushed Dawn out of the way, falling with her, away from the blade and the pew.
Missy stared at the gun. "So.. you take pride in killing?" she hissed.
Missy held her hand in front of her, opening it from the clenched form, cracking her knuckles. "Get out of here, you're in god's house now..." she hissed...
Missy held onto Dawn softly, trying not to hurt her from her strength... She saw Lisa lunge, and waited for the right time.. "Back OFF!" she hissed at lisa, and slapped her, scratching her face.
Missy loooked over at the window she smashed. The moonlight was gone, and the sun was starting to rise.... She gasped. "Dawn, please get away!" she called out.
