[TheDyingDay]

Jean shrugged, "I counted your girls per sem and they're at least twelve to thirteen a year." he said shrugging, "You like complimenting them too much." he said, shrugging, Jane however continued singing.

And though it's clear
Though it was always clear
That this was never meant to be
If you happen to remember
Stop and think of me.

"You know Eric, Jane used to sing that a lot. Contrary to the belief that she wanted to be Meg Giry, she actually wanted to be Christine, byt when your girlfriend got her dream role, she quit her dream." Jean explained as he hummed along to the song.


Think of when the world was green
Don't think about how things might have been

Think of me, think of me waking
Silent and resigned
Think of me trying to hide and put you from my mind
Think of me
Please say you'll think of me
Whatever it is you cjoose to do
There will never be
A day when I won't think of you!

Jean laughed, "That's my cue." he said shrugging as he pulled Eric to his sister.

Can it be?
Can it be Christine?
Bravp! Bravo!
Long ago
It seems so long ago
How young and innocent we were
She may not remember me
But I remdmber her.

Jean grinned at Eric as he sang, he mouthed, "Make your move!" However Jane kept singing as they roamed the Theatre.

Flowers fade
The fruits of summer fade
They have their seasons so do we
But promise me that sometimes
You will think of me!

Jane stopped walking and smiled after singing the song, Jean glanced at Eric, "Go on hotshot, make her smile again." he muttered, trying to get Eric to budge.