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Curtain up on the magnificent avenue de
l'Opéra, Paris,
turn of the century. It is late afternoon. In the distance,
the Opera House looms against the sky.
On the street is a small, make-shift flea market with
vendors selling bread, balloons, flowers,
an artist with an easel and brushes, a juggler and
a marionette show. A very festive place.
Enter Christine Daaé a girl in her early twenties and
beautiful in an innocent, angelic way. Her clothes
suggest she's a country girl. But though simple,
they are lovely.
She carries a case and a small portable stand with folding legs.
Christine
La La La La La La La
La La La La La La La
La La La La La La La
La...
(Town's Person)
Bonjour Mademoiselle.
Christine
Bonjour.
La La La La La La La
La La La La La La La
La La La La La La La
La...
(The crowd starts inching towards her,
curious to find
out who she is and what she's carrying)
Town's Person
Who is she?
Town's Person
I've never seen her before.
Town's Person
Have you?
(shakes head for know one knows who she is)
Christine
La La La La La La La
La La La La La La La
La La La La La La La
La...
(As she sings, Christine
starts to set up her stand.
Then she opens the case she's brought. The crowd's curiously is growing; they
movie in)
Town's Person
What's she selling?
Christine
La La La La La La La
La La La La La La La
La La La La La La La
La...
Town's Man
(to chirsitne)
What do you have there for us, Mademoiselle?
Christine
(take out a sheet of paper)
A new song. For sale!
Just published! All about Paris.
(everyone seems excited by this)
Town's Person
Ahhhhhh! Paris!
Town's Person
I'd love to hear it.
(Christine hands out sheet music. She continues to
Sing.)
Christine
Melody melody, melody melody,
Sung so melodiously.
Melody melody, my kind of melody,
Gentle and flowing a free.
Souring above every rooftop,
Whispering under each tree,
Melody melody, my melody de Paris.
One of the crowd
Let me see a copy of that.
Towns person
I'll have one, too
Christine
Paris is the rain,
Paris is the pain of a lover's goodbye,
It's the stare
When your eye meets a stranger,
Ever dangerous, Paris.
Town's People
Paris is a sun.
Christine
That's Right!
Paris, if there's one perfect place
I must be,
It can only be here in Paris!
(The handsome Count De Chandon, heir to
the
Champagne fortune, enters with two beautiful
Women and a servant)
Town's People Ensemble
Melody melody melody melody
Sung so melodiously
Various
Towns People
Looks! It's The Count De Chandon!/
The Count De Chandon!/
Bonjour, Monsieur le Count!
Ensemble
Melody melody
My kind of melody
Gentle and flowing a free
Christine
Souring above every rooftop,
Whispering under each tree.
Ensemble
Melody melody,
My melody de Paris.
(Some of the women in the crowd preen as the Count
passes through. Christine remains oblivious of the
Count's arrival.
The Count hears Christine singing; her voice and
beauty draw him towards her.
The Women he's with are not pleases by this.)
Both Women
(with annoyance, together)
Philippe!
(He waves to them to be
patient. They throw up their
arms in typical French exasperation. They sulk
The Count approaches Christine. Though he pretends
He's interested in buying her music, it's clear that he
is interested in her.
By now, the news that the Count de Chandon is here has
spread, and people make way for him as he
approaches Christine.)
Philippe
Mademoiselle forgive this intrusion,
but what is your name?
Christine
Christine Daaé.
Philippe
Christine Daaé,
I am Philippe de Chandon,
A connoisseur of music and beauty.
A customer
(to Christine)
Mademoiselle?
Philippe
You waste your time selling songs.
Christine
(shocked)
...What?
Philippe
It's true. It's not fair.
All Paris should hear your voice.
(Softly, seductively)
That is how good you are.
(matter-of-fact)
Have you ever considered a career in the opera?
Christine
(stares at him, stunned)
In the Opera?!
Philippe
Yes, I can see you have.
You'll of course need lessons.
A fine, natural voice is not nearly enough,
as I'm sure you know.
(drawing out a business card and Writing on it as he talks)
Here is my card.
I am one of the Opera's principle patrons.
(He smiles and hands her his card)
Present this to Gerard Carrier,
The company manager,
He will take care of you.
I'd take you their myself,
but alas business calls me away.
Both of the Count's women
(together angrily)
Philippe!
Philippe
Yes, yes! I'm coming!
(To Christine)
My business associates.
(He takes Christine's hand and kisses it.)
Christine!
A tout a l'heure.
(He goes to the
two ladies and they exit.
Christine, dazzled, stares after him, then at the card in
her hand)
Town's People
The Count de Chandon!
Another town's People
The champagne king!
Christine
(clutches the card to her bosom,
stares at eh Opera House)
Me, at the Paris Opera!
(she sings)
Paris is a fool.
Paris is a boulangerie.
On the square
It's the air over fields called
"Elysian"
ah, Parisian air.
Paris is l'amour.
Paris if donsoule,
For their's one place for me,
It is only in a sea of Parie.
Christine & Town's People
Melody melody, melody melody.
Sung so melodiously.
Melody melody,
My kind of melody,
Gentle and flowing a free.
Souring above every rooftop,
Whispering under each tree.
Melody melody, my melody de pa....
Melody melody,
My me-lodie de pa-rie....
(All begins to exit except Christine, who turns and
stares towards the Oepra House)
De Paris...
De Paris...
(The music darkens. The lights fade. We
hear two
voices; a women 's and a man's)
(A great stone staircase under the stage appears. Buquet, in workmen's clothes and holding a lantern, descends the stairs in terror. As he descends we hear) Carlotta: I want an
inventory of everything you can find down there! Old costumes, old
sets...I want to know exactly what it is my husband and I are inheriting. ( As Buquet descends in terror, the lower domain begins to come into view. It's the catacombs of shadows and gloom. Light fades in Buquet and comes up on... The Phantoms' domain , a realm of gloom and mist. We can hear voices singing. We can see an armoire filled with the Phantom's masks. These masks are each on a stand and are extraordinary and of varying expressions
Paris
is a tomb (Phantom appears out of the darkness. He
is dresses elegantly, as if for a first night. He
(Suddenly Buquet appears on the
staircase. Buquet (The lights come back up on the
main level above, backstage, Dressing
for the Night Actors First Niters Actors First Niters Actors: First Niters Actors: First Niters All Actors First Niters Actors First Niters All (Continuing, as the actors raise masks to their
faces, Paris is a mask Carlotta All Carriere Christine First Niters Phantom Actors/First Niters
(The song ends. The Phantom and Christine
a statue of Beethoven
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(Phantom)
Where is the path that leads out from
this place
Now that all has been changed on this day
Where is the sense of the life that I lead
Now that music's been taken away
Why was I born to this grave
Languishing deep in this tomb
Oh for an angle of music to come
And restore a small glimmer of light to my gloom
Where is the world
In the vast open world
Is a voice that can sing
Every note builing high
Letting free, letting fly
Like a bird taking wing
Where in the world
If it can be
Where is she?
What little town
Hides a girl in a gown
With a throat like a lark
With a voice that is strong
Who with effortless song
Makes a light in the dark
Where in the world
Where in the world
Not a day I'll rest
Till a voice is found
Search on the cays
In the streets
The cafes
Find the one I desire
You will know she is near
By a warmth in your ear
And your soul catching fire
Out in the world somewhere
She who was born to comand
By singing
She with the tone of a bell
The wind is ringing
And she who will hardly suspect
What she is bringing
To a plan I weave with grand designs
Go to the world
Don't return from the world
Till you find me the one
With the stance of a queen
And an eye as serene
And as bright as the sun can shine
Find in the world
This mirage that I see
And from the world
You will bring her to me
And I'll make her mine
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(Carlotta)
Where does the time fly?
Simply to few hours in a day.
Oh, a Diva's work is never done.
No release, No time for fun.
Not if a Diva has to run,
An Opera Company.
Every small detail to supervise
Every pretty face to scrutinize
I plan beneath these eyes
This opera company
Why take on this arduous chore
Sleepless nights
I pace across my bedroom floor
Why do I live completely for
This opera company
Cause it's...
Mine from the stalls
To the portraits on the wall
From the balconies and loges far and near
It belongs all to me
Every item that you see
From the cellars to the crystal chandelier
From the floating marble grand facade
To the elevated promenade
From every toilet bowl
To every leading role
This place is mine
I will sing
I will glow
I will never let it go
I will hold it ever captive in my hand
Like a god
Like a queen
I will enter every scene
And control it like the kingdom I command
And I pity any baritone
Who attempts to tread this stage I own
With no polite request
He's here at my behest
Cause it's all mine
My curtain and my canopy
My song
My key
My chart
My grand romantic destiny
From here my life will start
I'll be out on the stage
Looking great
And half my age
Every chance I get
I'll get them on their feet
I'll will burn
I'll will scheme
I will realize my dream
For if I'm not in the light
I'm incomplete
And the best part
I'm just coming to
How they'll all applaud for
You know who
I can't believe I'm here
And this is my career
It must be
Seen like a torch
We'll engrave it on the porch
Like an edict
Like a beacon
Like a sign
This place is mine!
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(Christine)
All my life I've been waiting,
In my mind in a rocking chair.
For my fancy to take me,
And I would know the time.
Tick & Tock went my childhood.
Father said I would know the place.
Skin would tingle and pulse would race.
As they do, It's here...
I'm home.
Where music fills the air.
And I'm home,
Where a thousand lovers, cry
Swoon and Sigh,
And I'm home.
Where every violin,
Plays a treat, as sweet
As a honeycomb.
Where ever music plays
I know, I am home.
Here, where fables come alive
Year by year,
We forget our troubled lives,
Under lights
And each tear,
Becomes a gentle tune or duet,
kept straight, by a metronome.
And if I'm singing,
Then I know I am home,
Where every English horn.
Makes me feel glad I'm born.
And every woodwind trill,
Excites a thrill that's new.
The giant contra bass,
The great soprano's face,
Combine to make a perfect world,
Far better than what's outside.
Dreams, I've lived within my dreams
Now it seems
I've awakened and they're real
Pinch and feel
If one day
I walk upon this stage from these wings
And play underneath this dome
And if I sing with all my heart
I'll be home
(Phantom)
All my life to be waiting
For an angle to one day sing
Mouth goes dry
And my knees go weak
At each word
Each sound
That voice
That music in the air
Every choice
Every syllable
Each note
How they float
And her tone
A miracle of silk spun to gold
Unfolding in polychrome
And when I hear it
How I know I am home
Who is this prodigy?
Who sings to only me
She is as innocent
And natural as a rose
I'd do her so much good
We two, I know we could
Combine to make a perfect world
Far better than what's out side
(Christine)
La La LaLa
La La LaLa
La La LaLa
La LAAAA!
(Christine and Phantom)
Dreams,
I've lived within my dreams
Now it seems I've awakened
And they're real
If they're real
If one day I/she walks upon this stage
From these wings
And plays underneath this dome
And if I/she sings with all my/her heart
I'll be home!
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Cholet:
Phantom!
The opera's been invaded by a phantom!
Ledoux:
The opera's been invaded by a phantom!
Cholet:
Phantom!
The opera's been invaded by a ghost.
Ledoux:
By a ghost.
Cholet:
By a ghost!
Ledoux:
By a ghost!
Cholet:
By a ghost!
If you follow him, you're following a phantom.
Ensemble:
A phantom
The opera's been invaded by a phantom
A phantom
The opera's been invaded by a phantom
A phantom
The opera's been invaded by a ghost
By a ghost
By a ghost
By a ghost
By a ghost
If you hurry and you're scurrying
Perhaps you should be worrying
That hurrying and scurrying
May lead you prematurely
To your end
You may come across the Phantom.
Search everywhere and find him
The opera's been invaded by a phantom
Search everywhere and find him
The opera's been invaded by a phantom
Search everywhere and find him
The opera's been invaded by a ghost
By a ghost, by a ghost
By a ghost, by a ghost
If you follow him
You're following a Phantom
Search everywhere and find him
The opera's been invaded by a phantom
Search everywhere and find him
The opera's been invaded by a ghost
By a ghost, by a ghost
By a ghost, by a ghost
He's a fiend
He's a ghoul
He will kill
He will rule
He will mangle
He'll entangle
He will strangle anyone
He doesn't care
Beware...
The Phantom
Ah! Phantom
Ah! Phantom
Ah! Phantom
He wears a mask, a mask
A terrifying mask
He wears a mask
A terrifying mask!
(Scream!)
Phantom!
Search everywhere and find him
The opera's been invaded by a phantom
Search everywhere and find him
The opera's been invaded by a phantom
Search everywhere and find him
The opera's been invaded by a ghost
By a ghost, by a ghost
By a ghost, by a ghost
If you follow him
You're following a phantom
Search everywhere and find him
The opera's been invaded by a phantom
Search everywhere and find him
The opera's been invaded by a phantom
Search everywhere and find him
The opera's been invaded by a ghost
By a ghost, by a ghost
By a ghost, by a ghost
He's a fiend
He's a ghoul
He will kill
He will rule
He will mangle
He'll entangle
He will strangle anyone
He doesn't care
Beware...
The...
Phantom!
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(Phantom)
Christine Daaé, the Gods smiled when they imagined you ...
Do Re Mi Fa Sol, Fa Re, Fa Mi
Do Re Mi Fa Sol, Fa Re, Mi Do
Now you.
(Christine)
Do Re Mi Fa Sol, Fa Re, Fa Mi
Do Re Mi Fa Sol, Fa Re, Mi Do
(Phantom)
Move the Do
Do Re Mi Fa Sol, Fa Re, Fa Mi
Do Re Mi Fa Sol, Fa Re, Mi Do
(Christine)
Do Re Mi Fa Sol, Fa Re, Fa Mi
Do Re Mi Fa Sol...
(Together)
Fa Re, Mi Do
(Phantom)
Oh, you are music
Beautiful music
And you are light to me
(Together)
Oh, you are music
Moonbeams of music
And you are light to me
(Phantom)
Do Re Mi Fa Sol, Fa Re, Fa Mi
Take a breath on one,
And after three
(Christine)
Do Re Mi Fa Sol, Fa Re, Fa Mi
Breathing first on one,
And after three
(Phantom)
Breathing in the air
And ebb and flow
Breathing taking care
Fa Re, Mi Do
(Christine)
Breathing in the air from deep below
(Together)
Ready for the run, from do to do
You are music
Beautiful music
And you are light to me
Oh, you are music
Sun burst of music
And you are light to me
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(Waiters)
Sing! Can you sing!
Can you sing a little ballad
In between the salad
And the tete-de-veau
If only we could hear a melody
Chante! What you want!
Make it lyrical and vocal
Popular and local
Judges, take your places
Chorus, you will do the harmony
Harmony, ah!
(Carlotta)
Tonight--only songs about Paris! I will begin the competition.
Paris...Paris is a lark, a stroll in the park
A bagatelle!
Paris...Paris is a chance to find, while in France,
La vie plus belle
As charming and almost as gorgeous as me
Is Paris...is Paris!
(Waiter)
Who's next?
(Count)
Christine!
(Carlotta)
Christine?
Count:
"Why not?"
(Carlotta)
"She's my costume girl!"
(Count)
She has a very nice voice! I've heard it! (To Christine) Go on. Don't' be
afraid.
(Christine)
Melody, melody, melody, melody
Sung so melodiously
Melody, melody, my kind of melody
Gentle and flowing and free
Soaring above every rooftop
Whispering under each tree
Melody, melody
My melodie de Paris
(Carlotta)
"It's a sweet little voice. Weak, but sweet."
(Christine)
La la la la....
Hold me and love me
As you would love Paris
Squeeze my knee
In the tuileries
Take me dans tes bras
In the bois de boulogne and
Hold me and kiss me
As you would kiss Paris-
Montparnasse, je t'embrasse
Take me away, Alons-y!
(Christine/Two Tenors)
Along the river Seine
Cuddle and amuse me
Tell me then
How you came to choose me
Tell me when,
If you ever lose me
You will feel you've lost Paris
(Christine)
Itself along with me
(Christine/Two Tenor)
And underneath the stars
We'll continue walking
Past the bars,
Nuzzling and talking
(Christine)
With the stars
Staring down and gawking
At the lovers such as we...
Loving in Paris
Loving in Paris
Paris! Paris!
The fantasie is told me every time you
(Christine/Company)
Hold me and kiss me
As you would kiss Paris,
(Christine)
Go with me, toi, je t'en prie, moi!
Take me away there
And promise we'll stay there
Oh, take me away...Alons-y!
(Company)
Ah, Paris, ah Paris, ah Paris, Paris, Paris
(Christine)
Paris!
(Company)
Melody, melody, melody, melody
Sung so melodiously
(Christine)
Paris!
(Company)
Melody, melody, my kind of melody
Gentle and flowing and free
(Christine/Company)
Soaring above every rooftop
Whispering under each tree
Melody, melody, my melodie de Pa--
Melody, melody, my melodie de Paris!
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(Sung by Christine & The Count)
Count de Chandon:
You were the best, you win the prize
You made the night effervescent
The dress, the voice, the lows, the highs
It was beyond incandescant!
Can it have been I who first found you?
Can these be my arms now around you?
Such poetry! Can you be real?
Or are you someone imagined?
Who could ever have dreamed up you?
What kind of mind
Could ever have made that face?
There couldn't be two
In heaven and earth like you
One of a kind, like holding two pair of aces
I was nothing and nowhere till now
But from this moment I'll only go where you go!
I hope he's taking a bow
Whoever knew what to do,
That someone wonderful who once
Dreamed up you.
Oh, Christine, I'm in love with you!
Totally gone, defeated and all askew!
I'm feeling it start
A craziness over you
Lead the way on,
No matter to where, I'll follow!
Love completely adoring and new
Can you believe I fell myself soaring
It's true--I love you!
"And from the very first moment I saw you! It's really true! C'est vroi! Absolutement!"
Christine:
Tell me once again, tell me once again
On a scale of ten, was I maybe six or seven?
Count de Chandon:
"More!"
Christine:
Don't exaggerate, seven-and-a-half of eight
Any more than that I'd be in heaven...
Count:
Oh, Christine, I'm in love with you.
Christine:
Cant it even be?
Did I hit the "G"?
Count:
I'm gone...
Christine:
Did I learn the trill?
Never mind I will...
Count:
And all askew, a love
Christine:
Was I really good?
Count:
Adoring..and new...
Christine:
Did I move the way I should?
Count:
Can you believe I fell myself soaring?
It's true, I love you!
Christine:
Philippe, please wait just a moment...
The words you say, the things I feel
Are getting a bit confusing.
Some things you know, some things you don't
It complicates what I'm choosing
So much to absorb and ponder
my heart, just as yours, growing fonder...
I hate to speak--perhaps next week
I'll come to an understanding...
Who would ever have dreamed of this...
That I'd be here
With someone I'd love to kiss
It's something so pure, it almost approaches bliss!
The kind of gift that comes to so very few...
Both:
Oh someone wonderful...must have
Dreamed up you!
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(Phantom)
Here you'll be safe from all prying and vicious eyes,
Safe from all venomous words and malicious lies,
Sleep gentle creature, my love and my protégé,
As for myself, I will worship you night and day,
All my existence will end if you go away.
Life without your music, would be not worth living,
I'd be useless as a bell that cannot ring.
Left here all alone, I'd be a sadder man
than the king without a land to live for.
Life without your sweetness, Bleak, dead, incomplete,
A season silent as a bird, that doesn't sing.
Endless frozen time that, only you can turn to Spring.
Without your spell, like a musical chord, running deep in my
mind.
Like a swell, in a classical symphony.
I am undone, out of step, out of tune
I'm a man who's gone blind. Broken inside, poorly designed.
And soon you'll be with all your music
Me, with all your music
we'll be like a race on high.
And now you're here, and we may start.
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Where In the World (Reprise)
(Phantom)
Where in the world,
In this miserable world
Is a respite for me?
From an age that they keep,
Ever tawdry and cheap
Will I ever break free?
Free from the world up there?
How they all gladly destroy her beauty!
Heartlessly how they abuse her charm
Oh, they must feel they are safe from vengeance
One as weak as she could do no harm...
There in the world,
I will go in the world
And I'll seek out the one,
Who would stamp on a flow'r
With unspeakable pow'r
And, before I am don this day
Those in the world who would kill what is fine
Them I will seek, and, by all that's divine,
I will make them pay!
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(Christine)
My true love, lost in a shadow play,
I will find away, threw fear and doubt,
I will find you out, in the secret places you hide about.
No, my love more than a fantasy,
you must be for me.
I'll hear your voice,
and I'll see your brow,
and I'll know your face, like your music.
Can you hear me now?
Can we make a vow?
Ever to be faithful,
I will show you how.
My true love, open and turn to me,
What no one can see,
Your deepest dreams of your darkest nights,
and your eyes like lights ever burning.
I will hear your voice,
and I'll see your brow,
let me know your face,
let me know it now, now.
My true love, lost in a shadow play,
I will find a way, threw fear and doubt,
I will find you out, let me know your face,
let me know it now, now, now...
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( Phantom)
My mother bore me, in the southern wild.
I live in darkness, but my soul is light.
Light as the forehead of an English child.
But I'm in darkness and bereaved of light.
My mother taught me underneath a tree,
and sitting down before the heat of day,
she took me on her lap, and kissed me,
and pointing to the east, began to say.
Look upon the rising sun, their God does live,
and gives his light and gives his heat away,
and all the trees, and flowers, and beasts, and men,
receive their comfort from the morning threw the bright noon day.
And we are put on earth a little space,
that we may learn to bare the beams of love,
and these poor bodies and this ravaged face,
are but a cloud, and like a shady grove...
For when our souls have learned the heat to bear,
the clouds will vanish,
we will hear his voice saying,
Come out from the grove my love and care,
and around my golden tent like lambs rejoice.
Thus did my mother say and kissed me,
and thus I say to little English boy,
when we are both from light and dark clouds free,
and around the tent of God we both rejoice.
I will shade him from the heat,
till he can bear to lean in joy upon out father's knee,
and then I'll stand and stroke his silver hair,
and be like him, and he will then love me.
Voices in my night will cry Christine,
and every drop of rain that falls,
will be Christine.
You are the only one,
my only chance of happiness,
my golden leaf of autumn,
my Christine.
Look within this heart of mine, Christine.
The very constant soul and music, of Christine.
Behind this mortal mask,
this terror of a face conceals,
the gesture and the grace of you, Christine.
No one else must ever have Christine,
if not for me you'd be for no one else, Christine.
If I am guilty, I'd be guilty of,
An innocents who's name is love.
And never, no never will you ever be,
for anyone else and except for me.
I damn you when I love,
and I love you, and I damn you,
My Christine!
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(Carriere)
Erik you are my son
Do you know you're my son?
You became my whole life
When your life was begun
Do you know that the man
Who protected you always
Has been your father?
(Phantom)
Yes, I know I'm your son
And I more than surmise
I have known for some years
That my eyes are your eyes
And I've wondered how long
It would take you
To tell me it's true.
(Carriere)
Now that you know,
I must tell you I'm grateful for you.
(Phantom)
No, it is I who am grateful to you,
My father.
(Both)
For the music alone,
It's been worth all the pain
And a life of perpetual
Darkness and rain
(Carriere)
For inside you the light of the soul
Of your mother has shone
Erik you are my son, and my boy,
And my life, and my own.
(Phantom)
And...what did you think of it?
(Carriere)
Think of what?
(Phantom)
Your infant's face.
(Carriere)
Ah. It...could have been better.
(Phantom)
Remember the day I looked down into the water?
(Carriere)
Yes.
(Phantom)
I thought I had seen a sea monster.
(Carriere)
I remember.
(Phantom)
I had...that's the irony. And then, for a while, I thought I was only dreaming.
(Carriere)
I went through that phase, too.
(Phantom)
Not a good face for a tenor, I remember thinking.
(Carriere)
Not even for a baritone.
(Phantom)
No...it is a good voice, isn't it?
(Carriere)
Very good. You would have had a fine career
(Phantom)
Will you bury me deep
I must never be found
When at last I find sleep
And I'm cold in the ground
(Carriere)
Yes, I promise I'll never allow you
To be on display
Erik, you are my son.
(Phantom)
I have known all along.
(Carriere)
And the light of my life--
(Phantom)
I have known all along
(Carriere)
Erik, you are my son, and my boy
And my love, and my own!
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Ohhh You are music
Beautiful music
And you are life to me
