Me and my step-mom were talking and a solution to the argument many people have appeared. Some think Christine should have stayed with the Phantom, some like it as is, the mid-ground, Christine leaves 'em both. My step-mom added that it'd be funny if she ran off with somebody entirely different and du-du-dada this was born.

Disclaimer: The Phantom of the Opera's respective owner is Andrew Lloyd Webber, and all his play/music writing awesomeness, I am merely a very odd fan.

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Alternate Ending for the Phantom of the Opera:

Christine stared at the angered Phantom as Raoul climbed under the raised portcullis. Both men opened their mouths to speak but were interrupted by a second splash and another figure appearing at the edge of the candle light.

"Come right on in, always room for one more," the sarcasm was evident in the Phantom's voice.

The water sloshed around the figure and soon Meg came into view, "Christine!" she cried when she saw the other girl, before her eyes flickered to each of the men.

Christine pulled away from Raoul and backed a bit toward the still semi-raised portcullis, before rounding on the men who were watching her, "the both of you," she said in a scolding tone, waving her finger at the two of them, "need to learn a few things. You," she turned to the Phantom, "killing people and throwing tantrums, is not how you get your way," she paused and thought over what she'd said, "Well, it's not how you get people to like you."

Behind her Raoul snickered.

"And you," she turned on him now, "just because we grew up together and you have money, doesn't mean I'm instantly in love with you," she stopped, then added, "and cut your hair, you look like a freakin' pansy," with that she turned and slipped under the portcullis. Once on the other side, still watched by the pair of dumbstruck males, the two girls, in soaked through dresses, embraced and kissed. When they parted she called to the staring men again, "to hell with both of you," before the pair splashed off in the other direction.

The men continued to stare at the place the two women had been then at each other then back, ignoring the small trickles of blood seeping from their noses, the looks on their faces mirrored, and blatantly said 'what- the-hell-just-happened'.

After a long moment of surprised silence they each cleared their throats and stared at the ground, still not fully understanding what had just happened.

Raoul put his hands in his pockets and rocked on his heels for a minute before speaking, "so," he began, "what are you doing tomorrow?"