Hey Ponies! I made a small re-write for Phantom of the Oprah. It was for a sing off contest for a fic in FimFiction. The author said he enjoyed it and I was just wondering how other ponies would react to it. It of course sounds better with the actual soundtrack running in the background if you don't know the theme. The lights dim to a deep gloom, showing a spectacularly elaborate dance floor shrouded in the deep folds of night. The sound of a pipe organ begins, filling the dark chamber with a resounding, haunting tune. Stepping slowly from the left side of the stage, a dull magenta earth pony emerges, her blue and orange hair framing a sad, quiet face. She is wearing a beautiful white dress that fits close to her frail, lovely form. Opening her mouth slowly, she begins to sing. "In shadows he does hide, on gala night.. The dreams he promised me...they called my name... And though I search for him...In night he hides... The Phantom of the Gala has arrived... To take my heart..." A hauntingly striking voice answers from the darkness, resounding amongst the dim rafters of the chamber, giving it an almost ethereal quality. His voice is strong, deep and powerful. "Dance once again with me... Our strange ballet... Your power over me...grows stronger yet... And though you turn away...to glance behind... The Phantom of the Gala hides away... Behind the night…" The mare sings out again, her own voice mixing elements of fear and fascination in equal measure as she calls out into the darkness. She turns her head, searching as her body twists about in elegant motions, turning her seeking into an elaborate ballet upon the marble floor. "No one has seen your face... Rumors have spread... The mask you duly wear…" "Holds back my shame…" The mysterious stallion answers, emerging from the darkness, his face clothed in a white mask. His sandy blond man hangs down over the top rim of the mask, and a pair of dun wings stretch out from a tuxedo that conceals most of his body. The two ponies begin singing in unison as they approach each other. "Our spirts and our hearts in one combined! The Phantom of the Gala/The Angel behind the mask is here... To steal your/my heart." Out of the darkness, dozens of waltzing couples emerge, each singing out in chorus as they turn about, their eyes fixed upon the stallion striding through their midst towards the lone mare at the stage's edge. They all sing out in a haunting echo. "The Phantom of the Gala." The mare finds her voice, her eyes fixing upon he who approaches. "He's there! The Phantom of the Gala!" The Phantom sings out, his voice both commanding and sultry as he calls to her. "Dance, my angel!" The mare begins to dance gently about, turning upon her hooftips. The Phantom calls out again, louder and more passionately. "Dance, my angel!!" She begins to turn sharply, then tapping along the floor with long, deft movements as she swirls about the dance floor. "Dance, for me!" The mare's face is upturned as she leaps and whirls, her body straining to keep up with the lust filled demands of her suitor. "Dance, my angel!!" She is barely keeping upon her toes now. She twists and dives at nearly impossible angles, her dress flowing out behind her like a flower caught in a hurricane. The Phantom calls out exultantly, his eyes shining as they fix upon her flawless performance. "Dance, for me!!!" Unable to keep her balance any longer, the mare loses her footing as she leaps, and falls back towards the floor. The Phantom leaps up, his wings stretching out as he flies up, catching the mare in outstretched hooves. She lays back dramatically across his firm forelegs as he stretches out his grand wings, leaning over to stare into her eyes. The lights cut out, then rise slowly again, revealing an empty stage. The choreography, while outlined by me, was written wonderfully by Ardanblade. Enjoy! And remember. I would like your thoughts on it. Good or bad.
