5A/N: this is a songfic and yes it's directly inspired from the song Meant to be Yours from the Heathers musical. You don't have to listen to the song before hand to understand what's happening, but it's something I'd DEFINTELY recommend listening to (it's staying on my Erik and Christine music playlist now and residing there forevermore). Also check out the song of the UK tour I Say No of Heathers for similar pheels. I usually put ellipses there if I skip a song lyric, or alter it to fit the scenario.
DISCLAIMER: LYRICS DO NOT BELONG TO ME APART FROM THE BITS I MAKE UP.
Rated T: Mentions of suicide, murder, and some strong language. (Really nothing new, but hey! XD)
Pacing. He was pacing outside the door.
Come on, get dressed.
You're my date…tonight,
But, all was forgiven if she wore that dress. The dress that made her his; his to kiss and his to love. The beauty that shone from above.
Impatience came in waves; his shoes were drilling holes into the carpet. Erik was starting to regret his initial 'surprise'. Perhaps kidnapping the soloist in the middle of an aria was not exactly the most… brilliant…idea.
But!
But!
But!
You chucked me out like I was trash,
For that you should be dead!
He had never known a pain so gut-wrenching as Christine's pale lips touched another's, sworn forever away to the young swain, ruthless in his charm and fairy-tale devilishness. Turning her away from the darkness, from his side of guidance. Fury so wrathful encompassed him when his fingers cradled the golden ring abandoned by a scornful master on the rooftop. He demanded JUSTICE! He claimed his DEBT! His would have his prize.
Then it hit me like a flash,
What if…it…went away instead?
Escape, freedom, the girl would come to love the world on his arm. His petite little wife tasting the wine of Rome and his heavenly music. They would forget and forgive, pretend to live. One day, it wouldn't be pretend.
He'd have her in the end.
Those assholes are the key!
They're keeping you away from me!
So blinded by the horror, so confused with the pain, so infatuated with the boy, she'd never know the truth until they were gone. Heartbroken, his Christine would find him once more, rest her pretty head on his knee, kiss the fingers which stroked her hair and pray to him for his care!
Of course, he would assure, he would love her forevermore. Bound to him, she'd never flee, when she confessed her love – you'll see!
They made you blind, messed up your mind,
But I can set you free!
He was the only one who knew, saw the lies they had woven to make her untrue. Terrified her of the possibility of wrong, he needed to show her his song – show her his song. His song love and hope, the possibility of fire and raging desire. She would bow down and hail his name, for they would never be the same. He wanted her and she needed him, for once life would be a dream.
But you belong to me!
You left and I fell apart,
I punched the wall and cried..
Bam!
Bam!
Bam!
The wall crunching beneath his fist, an ally, to freeze his brain and submerge – no – get lost in the pain. To feel the years draining of all the dozens of miles of broken wondering, wondering, wondering. The thought of the gunpowder igniting.
The world that never owed him a cent.
Then I found you changed my heart and set loose all that truthful shit inside!
How could he hurt that precious angel, when so mislead? How could he never set his eyes upon her again and never allow that crystal voice to soar? She was so beautiful. Though, the realisation that love was what moved his mournful beating heart was less like a revelation and more like being aware of a noose that was slowly crippling his organs.
And so I built a bomb,
Tonight our…Opera House is…jumping jolly high!
Let's guarantee they'll never see their senior… years!
If he couldn't be with her, no one would. Not that miserable boy and his insipid sailor-dreams. No one would walk back out alive, no they would be given a head-dive. No one would ever dream that this would happen behind the scenes, Romeo and Juliet Act Three! When lovers fall, they end it all. Where else would the lovers go, apart to meet in hell they know? But on a dream, she would choose him and that they would live happily.
I was meant to be yours!
We were meant to be one!
Don't give up on me now!
Finish what we've begun!
I was meant to be yours!
We could be all that we want, all that we wished to be. Oh Christine, my Christine, please, please choose me.
In the rubble of their tomb,
We'll plant this note explaining why they died!
No longer would the boy be there, on the world, in despair. He'd have no other explanation, he tried too hard for such expectations. How would they guess that his corpse would be found with a suicide note, oh how the Visitor would love to know!
"Our burnt bodies may finally get through
To you,
…Society churns out slaves and blanks,
No thanks."
They'd escape their world, brothers in hands of labour and love. How tragic, how moving that the de Chagnys would die alone. Each not knowing their sibling would meet them at hell's gates!
We'll watch the smoke pour out the doors,
Bring marshmallows,
We'll make s'mores!
They'd stand back while the Opera burned, having never known the tale of the Ghost and Soprano. Safe from society, waiting for their house to be complete. A day where love will bloom.
Oh dear God, I hope it's soon.
We can smile and cuddle while the fire roars!
Love will be forever ours.
I was meant to be yours!
We were meant to be one!
I can't take it alone!
Finish what we've begun!
In all the time he'd seen her grow, he had never wanted to be more of a man that night she had sung her soul for him. Yet he was christened with a gift fit for an Emperor and he knew that then their souls would combine.
They had to get to the end; it was a tragedy of it's final act, the trials coming to a close, one more trick and one more rose. Who's love would she loose when she chose?
YOU WERE MEANT TO BE MINE!
I AM ALL THAT YOU NEED!
YOU CARVED OPEN MY HEART!
CAN'T JUST LEAVE ME TO BLEED!
And it bled, with each waking moment he was denied, denied the fondness reserved for another with blue dead eyes. How could he let her go when such agony had cursed his existence when her angelic figure was out of sight? Never had anyone needed her like he sure he did. Never did she need an angel and a man more than right now!
Don't leave me alone.
Christine, open the - open the door, please,
Christine, open the door,
Voice hollow, caked in panic, caked in the fear that thrummed in the air. So quiet from his songbird, so quiet from his girl. He didn't like it, he didn't like it at all. She needed to open the door, Christine needed to open the door.
Christine, can we not fight anymore, please,
Can we not fight anymore,
Christine, sure, you're scared,
I've been there. I can set you free!
He could, if only she would open that door.
I'm gonna count to three!
One!
Two! Fuck it!
The door swung open with a final shove. His dead wife stared back at him with glassy eyes, head dripping blood, rivulet by rivulet, Erik saw his beloved die.
Die.
Die.
Die.
She would never be his living wife.
Oh my God... No! Christine!
Please don't leave me alone,
You were all I could trust,
I can't do this alone,
It was in utter agony he wiped away the blood, head pounding out how he was never going to keep her alive until the ceremony. The ceremony with the waiting guests tucked so neatly away – but Christine, his beautiful dead Christine. He had never seen her so hauntingly beautiful, even in the repose of death's grip, sagging against the rope, the rope that held her suspended aloft from taking her life. In safe, safe, safe bonds.
Bonds that would never let her escape!
Oh, she would have death, he would have death! When she chose, as the ticks of the bomb slip ever closer to midnight, eleven, when she chose to give them peace.
In a form of life, in a form of death; they would be lovers until the end.
But she would choose…He would let her choose the scorpion or the grasshopper…Ignite the flames of their burial…
STILL I WILL IF I MUST!
So this is what happens when you branch out to new musicals after hearing one song on recommended and then you listen to the entire soundtrack for the next two days and *poof* you're finding cross-overs everywhere.
Still, perhaps you'll also recognise the other references of another song that JD sings :P only a Heathers fan will probably recognise it, or someone who has recently binged on the recording of it…XD (psst look at some of the random bits of bold writing)
However, I am surprised with the outcome as it's not the usual type of writing; seriously had no idea I would ever be able to write a songfic! My work has been delayed as I had a very bad 6-day migraine so my apologies, Falling Petals, I assure you, IS being worked on at this very moment but I had to write this down before I lost my muse! :P
Anyway, despite this random intrusion, I hope you enjoyed it and maybe get you into a few different songs. I am also binging listening Be More Chill which is an utter jam too, next is Dear Evan Hansen of which I've heard two of the songs before.
(The things we do during COVID when starved of theatre)
If you enjoyed, let me know in a review and thanks for reading!
Enigma.