Thanks to my friend having me watch Hunchback of Notre Dame with her, I have rekindled that old flame of mine. I forgot how amazing Clopin was, even though he shows up like, what five times in the whole movie? But anyway, I based this off an actual experiance of mine. I just added That Gypsy in for the heck of it. Enjoy.

Discussions In My Room

This week starring Clopin Trouillefou

So I walked into my room in a really bad mood. My choir teacher told me that I was holding back the choir. I really wanted to tell her that what's holding it back is her, thanks to her pattern of only using favorites to sing everything. Oh, and she never notices when they go and do stuff. That woman drives me nuts.

Back to my story… I walked into my dorm room in a really bad mood, and who is there standing on my desk doing a handstand but… Clopin. I looked at him. He gave me an upside down grin. I marched over to him and said "Back to the DVD from whence you came! Now!"

"But Cherie, you are feeling depressed! I would not have come if you hadn't been!" He did a flip off the desk onto the floor.

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Downstairs, in another dorm room, two girls look up to where they heard the loud THUMP come from. One of them says "What is that girl DOING!?"

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I rolled my eyes and dropped my backpack on the ground and flopped onto my bed. Clopin joined me. I glared at him. "Off my bed, buster."

He shrugged and got off. "My dear, you are in a bad mood. You are not normally so cruel hearted as to keep me from your side."

"The only side I want right now is… wait, what am I trying to say?" I groaned and put a pillow over my face. He just stood there patiently waiting for me to break. Which I did, eventually. "Dang it! Clopin, why are people such jerks?"

"Ah, if I had the answer to that, I would tell you. But unfortunately, I do not." He can and sat down on the foot of the bed and patted my leg sympathetically. "Is someone being unkind to you, Cherie?"

"My dumb Choir teacher is telling me that I'm holding the choir back."

I pulled the pillow away to see Clopin sitting there with a confused look on his face. "What does this mean, to hold it back? You grab onto it and keep it from moving?"

I sat up. "Something like that, I guess. And it really ticks me off. I'm not doing anything wrong!"

Clopin sat thoughtfully. "Well, as a leader, I must say that if there is something you are not doing right, then it is her fault for letting you join in the first place. She should have had the foresight to see the issues she might have before she made you a member."

I glared at him again. "Thanks. Thanks a lot."

He gave me a cheery smile. "Oh, you misunderstand! When I say you might not be good for it, I am criticizing her. If the troupe you sing with is the worse off for you, then it is her fault. You are not to blame."

I wasn't sure how to take this, so I just sat there looking at him. He continued. "Perhaps you are not a good singer. I do not think so, personally. I think you have a fine voice. But for her, it might not be good. So don't worry about singing for her. Go write something. She cannot criticize your writing."

"Someone else could."

Clopin spread his hands out. "But you are writing for fun, not serious matters. Who cares if it is good if it is not serious?"

Again, I wasn't sure how to take this. But Clopin just smiled again and walked over to the pile of DVDs I had next to my T.V. "And now, Cherie, I must get back to my people before they accidentally set each other on fire."

I smiled at this, and said "Thanks, Clopin."

He just gave that impish smirk and winked. I blinked. When I opened my eyes, he was gone.

I have no idea why I wrote this, other than to get him out of my head. It might be funny, maybe not, but either way... Not expecting a lot of reviews for this, but if you want to leave one, please, by all means, go ahead!