RAOUL
'Little Lotte let her mind wander...'
CHRISTINE
You remember that, too...
RAOUL (continuing)
'...Little Lotte thought: Am I fonder of dolls...'
BOTH (CHRISTINE joining in)
'...or of goblins,
of shoes...'
CHRISTINE
'...or of riddles,
of frocks...'
RAOUL
Those picnics in the attic...
'...or of chocolates...'
CHRISTINE
Father playing the violin...
RAOUL
As we read to each other dark stories
of the North...
CHRISTINE
'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!'
BOTH
'...the Angel of Music sings songs in my head!'
PHANTOM'S VOICE
Insolent boy!
This slave
of fashion,
basking in your
glory!
Ignorant fool!
This brave
young suitor,
sharing in my
triumph!
CHRISTINE (spellbound)
Angel! I hear you!
Speak -
I listen...
stay by my side,
guide me!
Angel, my soul was
weak -
forgive me...
enter at last,
Master!
PHANTOM'S VOICE
Flattering child,
you shall know me,
see why in shadow
I hide!
Look at your face
in the mirror -
I am there
inside!
(The figure of the PHANTOM becomes discernible behind the
mirror)
CHRISTINE (ecstatic)
Angel of Music!
Guide
and guardian!
Grant to me your
glory!
Angel of Music!
Hide
no longer!
Come to me, strange
angel...
PHANTOM'S VOICE
I am your Angel...
Come to me: Angel of Music...
(CHRISTINE walks towards the glowing, shimmering glass.
Meanwhile, RAOUL has returned. He hears the voices and is
puzzled. He tries the door. It's locked)
RAOUL
Whose is that voice...?
Who is that in there...?
(Inside the room the mirror opens. Behind it, in an inferno of
white light, stands the PHANTOM. He reaches forward and
takes CHRISTINE firmly, but not fiercely, by the wrist. His
touch is cold and CHRISTINE gasps)
PHANTOM
I am your Angel of Music...
Come to me: Angel of Music...
(CHRISTINE disappears through the mirror, which closes
behind her. The door of the dressing room suddenly unlocks and
swings open, and RAOUL enters to find the room empty)
RAOUL
Christine! Angel!