The Show: How three months later, the world is a different place because of it.

September 28, 2007 was a memorable day: the premiere of the Eric & Rachel Show. Most of the words were remembered (a true miracle, especially for those of you who remember when Rachel forgot her lines for a good 20 seconds in the 2006 Christmas Concert), 2/3 of the music fell off of the piano during the middle of "A Whole New World," but Eric & Rachel continued to sing and the amazing Jenni picked up in the right spot--and they were all in the same key! The crowd loved it, and the four men in attendance and four dozen women in attendance that night all fell in love with the stars. There was even talk of additional future performances, but perhaps their day jobs (law school) have ruined that plan. Only time will tell.

Here is a picture that really could be so cute if it wasn't for their faces.

Foolishly, they attempted to swap places. Only one lesson can be learned: don't mess with perfection.

The two prima donnas had head shots on the wall--so small and crooked, it made the lovely living room appear more like a cheap parlour. But perhaps that was the proper effect after all.

The Curtain. Luckily a backstage was created, enabling the performers to remain unseen until their opening number. And what a number it was--what a show! A tale of faith, passion, betrayal, and love...but for whom?

Luckily this promotional website for a one-time event that occurred three months ago has been completely forgotten, and thus the complete understanding of what this concert entailed and the magic that ensued needn't be explained on an unread blog. Until next time...

One Hit Wonder?

It has been noted that, though magical, Eric and Rachel have really only ever performed one song. And in two days they are supposed to perform for an entire evening. Will Eric's Phantom voice and Rachel's high notes really transform into an hour of entertainment? Or was perhaps "The Phantom of the Opera" nothing more than a one hit wonder, never to be replicated by any other song or attempts at entertainment?

That is a valid point.

Come Friday to find out! We're as curious as you are!

The Hidden Secret

The quest for the secret behind Eric and Rachel's success is as age-old as the search for the fountain of youth. Here the secret behind the magic is revealed:

Jenni Carlquist

As the singers steal the spotlight and the dimmed lights make the sheet music almost impossible to see, the life of a talented pianist is not glamorous. But on Friday night, after the curtain calls and praise have died away, it will be Jenni who is left standing with bona fide talent. Bless you, Jenni.

What it's like to be possessed by Eric Vogeler

An adoring fan--after raving about the Phantom's first-hand account of passion, pain, and possession--requested that I share my own experiences.

It was Friday, October 13th. For months I had been struggling with my desires to go through dark tunnels at night and be near scarred men--or at least one scarred man. This Friday night was particularly trying, when during a restless sleep some being seemed to overtake me and make me powerless. I could not tell if it was dream or reality, but the effects of this poor night's sleep were particularly devastating as the following evening was my concert debut.

The concert was magical, and my final number of "Johnny One Note" was received with rousing applause. As I basked in the glory of hard work and a long-held "C", the thing that I had dreaded most came crashing into my mind: The Phantom. After a battle of wills and high notes, I gave in. The Phantom again ruined my performance when I was wowing the law school student body with my modern dancing.

That was nearly a year ago. Every night since I have dreaded sleep, knowing that I can be overtaken by the Phantom in my dreams. But worse than sleep is music. When I sing, I have no power over the Phantom's ability to control my very being. Next weekend I am performing again, and fear the potential ruin of my own praise when solos are interrupted by a masked man whom I detest but desire.

Eric & Rachel: The Photo Shoot

A Spark in the Night

I first noticed my love for music at a young age. My mother would often smuggle me in to the Opera House hidden under a thick felt cap and high collared shirts. Only later in life would I understand her need for secrecy.

Growing up a poor boy in the streets of Paris was difficult, but not without its joys: days spent splashing in the Seine, frollicking in the Louvre, and racing up the hill to the gloriously white Le Sacre-Couer. However, the loneliness of my existence wore on me. Children shunned me, and dogs whimpered at my approach. You see, I was burned as a child...a freak accident involving kerosene and a candle which left the upper half of my face a crackling, split wreck. Where once there had been a smooth and slender forehead, I had only mean purple scars. Where once I enjoyed the laughs and small talk of my mother's upper crust, I was now met with the sneers and screams from the Parisian burgeoise.

But oh! though the burns could ravage my life and leave my face in ruins, the music never left my soul. The sweet resolution of a dissonant seventh...the exquisite ringing tone of a high F sung to the swelling chorus of horns, and strings, and percussion. The boom! boom! of the orcehstra's snare and bass drums. I could not exist without it...the music was much a part of me as the marks that left me a monster. And my sweet Mother knew this.

So instead of allowing me to take up secret residence in the cat-walks and dank cellars of the Opera House to terrorize and intrigue the City of Lights, my mother sent me to another jewel of the Western World: Provo Utah. It was here, while using a local girl's bathroom one night, that I heard the melodious strains of a belting soprano, accompanied by what I could only describe as an electric keyboard. I could not resist the pull...I could not deny the desire...I had to satiate my need...I descended the stairs slowly, with one driving, pounding thought: to SING--

Sing with my Angel of Music!!!

I was there, it felt, as if in her mind. It was as though together Rachel and I were singing not just for ourselves, but to an audience of approximately 30 delighted college students. But I confess, the night held only light for her. That evening I only had ears for my sweet Angel of Music...all the rest dropped away into a chasm of nothingness. That dear, dear night nearly one year ago has kept me sane these many months of my seclusion in the .

And now I hear that Rachel has planned another performance with some cad named Eric Vogeler, a concert I am sure will be interrupted...somewhat unexpectedly. The music that night may be joyful, may even touch the hearts of those who hear it, but one thing I know...the Music of the Night is MINE! Revenge will be had...

And all in attendance will know it!

Love,
Phantom

Night-time sharpens, heightens each sensation . . . Darkness stirs and wakes imagination . . . Silently the senses abandon their defences . . . and then, then she will be mine.

AH HA HA HA HA HA!!!!

Eric & Rachel: The Story

After an intense evening of law school discussion and beating members of popular boy bands at karaoke, Rachel heard a voice--a voice so sweet and so good at "Hey Jude" that she had to interrupt the singing fest to declare that this man sang exactly like the Phantom.

Rewind two years when Rachel first was intrigued by the high notes at the end of "The Phantom of the Opera" and was curious whether she could hit them. After practicing in her apartment and having roommates say they could hear her across the street at the BYU Tennis Courts, Rachel knew she must perform this song. But where was her Phantom?

Now she had found him, embodied in a high-kicking law student she had recently met at the Kaplan. They practiced together at 2 a.m., and were all relieved when the doorbell during Rachel's high C was not the police but their friend. The Canadians were especially grateful, as Rachel had run and hid in the basement to avoid all possible confrontation with authority, thus leaving the Canadians to fend for themselves.

And the rest is history! After successfully winning both a local music evening and the Law School Talent Show, the masses of adoring fans requested that Eric and Rachel go on the road with their own show.

You, my friend, are invited to be a part of history.

Eric & Rachel: The Debut

The moment that changed Eric's career...

Eric & Rachel: The Law School Debut

They won the Law School Talent Show

They won your hearts.

Join them for their full-length concert debut.

Eric & Rachel: Come see the magic.