PHANTOM:
Ah, Christine, my Christine
What a triumph you gave me tonight
My Christine
All the dark silent years now set right!
Ah, Christine
CHRISTINE:
The song was beautiful
It sounded beautiful
Every note, every word
And it felt beautiful
And I felt beautiful
PHANTOM/CHRISTINE:
Lost in the music once more
Feeling it rise up and soar
Alive once again
CHRISTINE (Reading):
My dearest wife
RAOUL:
Little Lotte, I beg you, forgive me
CHRISTINE:
Raoul, no...
RAOUL:
Little Lotte
Ah, what fools we once were
Long ago in our youth
In Paris at the opera
Romantic idiot
CHRISTINE:
Those two people are gone
CHRISTINE/RAOUL:
Now I must go
Our choices are made
The opera is done
The last notes have been played
RAOUL:
May your angel of music
Watch over you now
And give you what I wish
I gave you somehow
Yours, in regret -
CHRISTINE:
Raoul
Gustave...
PHANTOM:
What is it?
CHRISTINE:
Gustave!
PHANTOM:
What's wrong?!
CHRISTINE:
I told him to wait for Raoul! Before asked me to--- Surely he wouldn't...!
PHANTOM:
That perfidious Raoul
I will kill that drunken fool!
That he dare take this child
A child that isn't his!
SQUELCH:
(Sir?)
The Vicomte de Chagny
Left here alone, sir
Saw with my own eyes, sir
There was no one with him
Was there anyone else here backstage?
PHANTOM:
Madame Giry, she was here
With her vicious little sneer
And that comment she made
The ungrateful back-biting snake!
Go now quickly
Bring her round!
Bring the boy back safe and sound
Then I'll make that vixen pay!
MADAME GIRY:
(What is the meaning of this? How dare your circus ghosts manhandle me in this fashion?)
PHANTOM:
(The boy, woman! What have you done with him?)
MADAME GIRY:
(The boy? You think I took the boy? Why would I do such a thing? Do you think I don't know who he is?)
FLECK:
(Sir?)
I just passed Meg's dressing room
It was silent as a tomb
But her mirror was smashed
All in pieces on the floor
MADAME GIRY:
God I left her, so distraught
Please, who knows just what she thought
I'm afraid she's come undone
But she won't hurt him
CHIRSTINE:
Gustave. My poor Gustave!
MADAME GIRY:
Meg would never hurt him
How could she hurt him?
Ah, Christine, my Christine
What a triumph you gave me tonight
My Christine
All the dark silent years now set right!
Ah, Christine
CHRISTINE:
The song was beautiful
It sounded beautiful
Every note, every word
And it felt beautiful
And I felt beautiful
PHANTOM/CHRISTINE:
Lost in the music once more
Feeling it rise up and soar
Alive once again
CHRISTINE (Reading):
My dearest wife
RAOUL:
Little Lotte, I beg you, forgive me
CHRISTINE:
Raoul, no...
RAOUL:
Little Lotte
Ah, what fools we once were
Long ago in our youth
In Paris at the opera
Romantic idiot
CHRISTINE:
Those two people are gone
CHRISTINE/RAOUL:
Now I must go
Our choices are made
The opera is done
The last notes have been played
RAOUL:
May your angel of music
Watch over you now
And give you what I wish
I gave you somehow
Yours, in regret -
CHRISTINE:
Raoul
Gustave...
PHANTOM:
What is it?
CHRISTINE:
Gustave!
PHANTOM:
What's wrong?!
CHRISTINE:
I told him to wait for Raoul! Before asked me to--- Surely he wouldn't...!
PHANTOM:
That perfidious Raoul
I will kill that drunken fool!
That he dare take this child
A child that isn't his!
SQUELCH:
(Sir?)
The Vicomte de Chagny
Left here alone, sir
Saw with my own eyes, sir
There was no one with him
Was there anyone else here backstage?
PHANTOM:
Madame Giry, she was here
With her vicious little sneer
And that comment she made
The ungrateful back-biting snake!
Go now quickly
Bring her round!
Bring the boy back safe and sound
Then I'll make that vixen pay!
MADAME GIRY:
(What is the meaning of this? How dare your circus ghosts manhandle me in this fashion?)
PHANTOM:
(The boy, woman! What have you done with him?)
MADAME GIRY:
(The boy? You think I took the boy? Why would I do such a thing? Do you think I don't know who he is?)
FLECK:
(Sir?)
I just passed Meg's dressing room
It was silent as a tomb
But her mirror was smashed
All in pieces on the floor
MADAME GIRY:
God I left her, so distraught
Please, who knows just what she thought
I'm afraid she's come undone
But she won't hurt him
CHIRSTINE:
Gustave. My poor Gustave!
MADAME GIRY:
Meg would never hurt him
How could she hurt him?
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