The Phantom of the Doctor

Dr Keto caught the script from Haven as he ran past, excitedly.
The doctor tutted.
"Such childishness," he murmured, and stepped firmly out onto the
stage, blinking as he suddenly realised that he was in an audition,
an audition in which he was supposed to act...and sing.
No problem, thought Keto, there have been plenty of singing
doctors. I'm sure there have been. There MUST have been. Err...
Damn.
Nevertheless, Keto cleared his throat and took a deep breath...
"...the Phaaaaaaaantom of the Opera is here..."
There have been performances that have been so excellent, so
unbelievably full of verve and character that they left the audience
speechless with rapture.
There have been performances that have scraped the very bowels of
human existence with their wretchedness.
Very seldom has there been a fairly good performance interrupted
with a harsh whisper of, "See, I CAN sing!" to offstage.
Nevertheless, this was what was produced today.
Keto finished singing, and wondered whether he'd blown his chances
with the comment to Shakespeare. No matter, he'd sung well and to
the best of his ability.
"Thank you," he said, taking a bow. He then walked briskly off
stage, shoving the script in Shakespeare's direction.
"Go ahead, *bard*," he sneered.
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OOC: Oh come on, he can't be evil - he can sing! :)