The Phantom of the Opera Page #2
...when the vicomte was to join us
for the gala.
Obviously, we shall now have to cancel,
as it appears we have lost our star!
- But surely there must be an understudy.
- There is no understudy for La Carlotta!
A full house, Andre.
We shall have to refund a full house!
Christine Daae could sing it, sir.
What, a chorus girl? Don't be silly.
She has been taking lessons
from a great teacher.
- Who?
- I don't know his name, monsieur.
Let her sing for you, monsieur.
She has been well taught.
All right.
Come on, don't be shy.
Come on, come along. Just...
From the beginning of the aria then,
please, mademoiselle.
- Andre, this is doing nothing for my nerves.
- She's very pretty.
Think of me
Think of me fondly
When we've said goodbye
Remember me once in a while
Please promise me you'll try
When you find
that once again you long...
... to take your heart back
and be free
If you ever find a moment
Spare a thought for me
We never said our love was evergreen
or as unchanging as the sea
But if you can still remember
Stop and think of me
Think of all the things
we've shared and seen
Things might have been
Think of me, think of me waking
Silent and resigned
Imagine me, trying too hard...
... to put you from my mind
Recall those days
Look back on all those times
Think of the things we'll never do
There will never be a day
When I won't think of you
Can it be?
Can it be Christine?
Bravo!
Long ago
it seems so long ago
How young and innocent we were
She may not remember me
But I remember her
Flowers fade
They have their seasons
So do we
that sometimes
You will think...
... of me
Brava!
Brava!
Brava, brava, bravissima
Christine, Christine
Christine
Where in the world
have you been hiding?
Really, you were perfect
I only wish
I knew your secret
Who is your great tutor?
Meg...
...when your mother
brought me here to live...
... whenever I'd come down here alone...
... to light a candle for my father...
... a voice, from above...
... and in my dreams,
he was always there.
You see...
... when my father lay dying...
... he told me I would be protected
by an angel.
An angel of music.
Christine, do you believe?
Do you think the spirit of your
father's coaching you?
Who else, Meg? Who?
Father once spoke of an angel
I used to dream he'd appear
Now as I sing
I can sense him
And I know he's here
Here in this room
he calls me softly
Somewhere inside hiding
Somehow I know
he's always with me
He, the unseen genius
Christine,
you must have been dreaming...
... stories like this can't come true
Christine, you're talking in riddles
And it's not like you
Angel of Music
Guide and guardian
- Grant to me your glory
- Who is this angel?
- This Angel of Music, hide no longer
- This Angel of Music, hide no longer
He's with me even now
- Your hands are cold
- All around me
Your face, Christine, it's white
- It frightens me
- Don't be frightened
No.
No.
You did very well, my dear.
He is pleased with you.
- Vicomte.
- Vicomte.
We've made quiet a discovery
with Miss Daae.
to you, dear vicomte?
If you wouldn't mind, this is one visit
I should prefer to make unaccompanied.
Thank you.
It would appear they've met before.
Little Lotte let her mind wander.
Little Lotte thought, "Am I fonder
of dolls or of goblins or shoes?"
- Raoul.
- "Or of riddles or frocks?"
- "Or of chocolates?"
- As we read to each other...
...dark stories of the North.
- No.
"What I love best," Lotte said,
"is when I'm asleep in my bed."
And the Angel of Music
sings songs in my head
The Angel of Music
sings songs in my head
You sang like an angel tonight.
Father said:
"When I'm in heaven, child, I will
send the Angel of Music to you."
Well, father is dead, Raoul.
And I have been visited
by the Angel of Music.
No doubt of it.
And now we go to supper.
No, Raoul.
- The Angel of Music is very strict.
- Well, I shan't keep you up late.
Raoul, no.
You must change.
I'll order my carriage, Little Lotte.
No. Raoul, wait!
Insolent boy, this slave of fashion
Basking in your glory
Ignorant fool, this brave young suitor
Sharing in my triumph
Angel, I hear you
Speak, I listen
Stay by my side
Guide me
Angel, my soul was weak
Forgive me
Enter at last, master
Flattering child, you shall know me
See why in shadow I hide
Look at your face in the mirror
I am there inside!
Angel of Music, guide and guardian
Grant to me your glory
Angel of Music, hide no longer
Come to me, strange angel
I am your Angel of Music
Come to me, Angel of Music
Whose is that voice?
Who is that in there?
- I am your Angel of Music
- Christine. Christine!
Come to me, Angel of Music
In sleep he sang to me
In dreams he came
And speaks my name
And do I dream again?
For now I find...
The Phantom of the Opera is there...
... inside my mind
Sing once again with me
Our strange duet
My power over you...
And though you turn from me...
... to glance behind
The Phantom of the Opera is there...
... inside your mind
Those who have seen your face...
... draw back in fear
I am the mask you wear
It's me they hear
- Your spirit and my voice
- My spirit and your voice
- In one combined
- In one combined
- The Phantom of the Opera is there
- The Phantom of the Opera is there
- Inside my mind
- Inside your mind
He's there, the Phantom of the Opera
Sing, my Angel of Music.
Sing, my angel.
Sing for me!
Sing, my angel.
Sing for me!
I have brought you
To the seat of sweet music's throne
To this kingdom where all must
pay homage to music
Music, you have come here
For one purpose, and one alone
Since the moment
I have needed you with me
to serve me, to sing
For my music
My music
Nighttime sharpens...
... heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs...
... and wakes imagination
Silently the senses...
Slowly, gently
Night unfurls its splendor
Grasp it, sense it
Tremulous and tender
Turn your face away
Turn your thoughts away
From cold, unfeeling light
And listen to
the music of the night
Close your eyes and surrender
to your darkest dreams
Purge your thoughts of the life
you knew before
Close your eyes
Let your spirit start...
... to soar
And you'll live
Softly, deftly
Hear it, feel it
Secretly possess you
Open up your mind
Let your fantasies unwind
In this darkness that you know...
... you cannot fight
The darkness of
the music of the night
Let your mind start a journey
through a strange new world
Leave all thoughts of the life
you knew before
Let your soul take you
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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