I'm Not That Girl

[Always_Erik_Fan]

I’m Not That Girl

Disclaimer: I own nothing, don’t sue.

Author’s Note: I just got the Wicked OCR from Ebay Sunday and absolutely love it! Every Broadway fan should own a copy!!!
The first time I heard this song it inspired a story that I’m just now getting around to writing. Enjoy!
Also, this is my first EM phic; please be gentle!

Song Info: The songs “I’m Not That Girl” and “I’m Not That Girl (Reprise)” are from the musical “Wicked.”

Version: Partially GL (Christine’s hair color) but mostly ALW.


I remember the day I first met Erik. I was thirteen when Maman brought me to him so that I would not venture unawares into his lair. Even then I could sense something… special about him. He had not spoken much while I was there, but he had sung a special song that he wrote just for me, and I fell in love with his voice. Even now, ten years after meeting him and two years since I last saw him, I know that those feelings were real, for I feel them still.

But of course he never would have noticed me. I’m just “Little Meg,” not his precious Christine. According to Mama, he fell in love with her the moment he heard her sing. My voice is nowhere near as beautiful as hers, so how was I ever to compete?

When she told me about her tutor, I knew who it was and became jealous almost instantly. Why should Erik, the musical genius, choose to tutor a chorus girl with whom he had no connection when I was the daughter of the woman who saved his life? I tried my best to hide the envy I felt from everyone, and I believe I did a good job. Perhaps I did a little too good, because I never again captured Erik’s attention.

I will never forget the last time Erik and I touched. I had been walking through the labyrinth beneath the Opera House, taking a short-cut to my dressing room when I suddenly felt the Punjab Lasso settle around my neck. Just as my vision was turning black, I heard him gasp, “Giry!”

The pressure instantly loosened, and I gasped for breath as I struggled to sit. Erik was at my side, supporting me. “You really should be more careful walking around down here,” he admonished. “I thought your mother would have taught you to keep your hand at—“ “At the level of my eyes,” I finished, and he chuckled. My heart leapt at the sound, and I shakily stood to my feet… with Erik’s help, of course.

“I do believe I can continue alone, Monsieur.” He tipped his hat and then bent to kiss my hand. My heart nearly came out of my mouth when I felt his warm lips touch my bare skin, and the kiss felt like fire. Then he was gone, and the next—and final—time I saw him was in that disastrous performance of Don Juan Triumphant.

And now here I am, back at the ruins of the once-grand Opera House, on the stage that was once so grand. I have no way of knowing if Erik is even here, but I have to sing anyway. I just want him to know how I feel… As I take a deep breath and open my mouth to sing, I suddenly feel that he is watching.


Hands touch, eyes meet
Sudden silence, sudden heat
Hearts leap in a giddy whirl
He could be that boy
But I’m not that girl


Don’t dream too far
Don’t lose sight of who you are
Don’t remember that rush of boy
He could be that boy
But I’m not that girl


Ev’ry so often we long to steal
To the land of what-might-have-been
But that doesn’t soften the ache we feel
When reality sets back in


Blithe smile, lithe limb
She who’s winsome, she wins him
Gold hair with a gentle curl
That’s the girl he chose
And Heaven knows
I’m not that girl


Don’t wish, don’t start
Wishing only wounds the heart
I wasn’t born for the rose and pearl
There’s a girl I know
He loves her so
I’m not that girl…


After I sing the final line, I wait with bated breath. When I hear nothing, I turn to leave, both disappointed and more than a bit depressed. Suddenly, I hear the applause thundering! I turn, heart pounding, to see Erik with his mask in place, standing in box 5 and applauding for all he’s worth. With a whirl of his cloak, he’s gone and then is suddenly standing beside me.

He takes my hand in his gloved one and says, “Mlle. Giry, whom were you singing about?” From the twinkle in his eye, I know that he knows, so I reply, “You, Erik. I have always loved you.”

“Meg, ever since Christine left I have been thinking and I have come to the conclusion that she was never for me. You are the one I belong with, Meg.” With that, he bent to kiss me, and I returned the kiss with passion. Then we shyly linked hands and slowly walked off the stage.

~~~

As Meg and Erik walked off the stage, neither of them noticed the shadowy figure who had been standing in the shadows since just before Meg’s song. As Christine walked onto the stage, it was clear she was fighting back tears. After all, she had left Raoul to come back to Erik only to discover he was taken again. She began to sing, her voice filling the auditorium.

Don’t wish, don’t start
Wishing only wounds the heart
There’s a girl I know
He loves her so
I’m not that girl…


The End!

EDIT: Whoops, posted it twice in a row, please forgive me!:duck:

[Countess Cain]

I loved it! Good use of that song, too.

One of the best Erik/Megs I've read. (Though... I haven't read that many. *Cough.*)

[Always_Erik_Fan]

I haven't really read that many EM phics myself, but... The song was just too perfect for me to pass up, ya know? :D *hugs Sadako* Thanks for the sweet review!

[YoungGiry]

That was great! When I saw the title I was a bit suspicous: a PotO fan fic with the title of a Wicked song? But by the end of the first paragraph I loved it. Your writing is great. Being somewhat torn between different pairings, and E/M being one of them, this was very much appreciated.

But (don't hate me for critiques, I do this to everyone) the ending (after the song, when Erik comes up to her and asks her who she was singing about) seemed a little unrealistic. I wish that their dialouge could have been a bit more gradual, and less suddenly: "I don't like Christine anymore, I love you Meg." Though I may or may not agree with the sentiment, the way it was phrased was a bit unrealistic.

But don't take that the wrong way. I loved your story.

[Always_Erik_Fan]

YoungGiry, constructive criticism is EXACTLY what I was looking for when I posted this. You're the second person who has said something about the ending; I think I may just have to re-write it...

Thanks for the compliments!!!

[YoungGiry]

You're welcome for the compliments!

I'm glad you weren't offended by the constructive critisism! I can be very critical, and I'm glad you liked it.

[Luciana]

I think it's really good, but there's two things that I wanted to say. One was the one above, that the change was too sudden, and the next is the wording in one sentence.

And now here I am, back at the ruins of the once-grand Opera House, on the stage that was once so grand. I don't know why, but I don't care for the double use of the word 'grand.' Is there possibly another word you can use?

It's great, and I hope you don't mind the thought. This is the first EM I've read, and I may check out a few more. But, will there be another chapter? Like, a conflict between Christine and Meg?

[The_Persian]

Its great! It's the second Em phic I have ever read, and this one was the better of the 2!

Good job!