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Sold. Your number, sir? Thank you.

Lot 663, then, ladies and gentlemen.

A poster from this house's production of Hannibal by Chalumeau.

- Showing here. -Do I have 10 francs?

Five, then. Five I am bid. Six.

Seven. Against you, sir, seven.

Eight?

Eight once. Selling twice. Sold, to Monsieur Deferre.

Thank you very much, sir.

Lot 664, a wooden pistol and three human skulls...

...from the 1831 production of Robert le Diable by Meyerbeer.

Ten francs for this. Ten, thank you. Ten still.

Fifteen, thank you. Fifteen I'm bid.

Going at 15.

Your number, sir?

Lot 665, ladies and gentlemen...

...a papier-maché musical box in the shape of a barrel organ.

Attached, the figure of a monkey in Persian robes playing the cymbals.

This item discovered in the vaults of the theater, still in working order.

Showing here.

May I commence at 15 francs?

Fifteen, thank you.

Yes, 20 from you, sir. Thank you very much.

Madame Giry, 25. Thank you, madame. Twenty-five I'm bid. Do I hear 30?

Thirty. And 35?

Selling at 30 francs, then. Thirty once, 30 twice...

Sold for 30 francs to the Vicomte de Chagny.

Thank you, sir.

A collector's piece indeed

Every detail

Exactly as she said

Will you still play When all the rest of us are dead?

Lot 666, then.

A chandelier in pieces.

Some of you may recall the strange affair of the Phantom of the Opera.

A mystery never fully explained.

We're told, ladies and gentlemen, that this is the very chandelier...

...which figures in the famous disaster.

Our workshops have repaired it and wired parts of it for the new electric light.

Perhaps we can frighten away the ghost of so many years ago...

...with a little illumination.

Gentlemen?

The trophy From our saviors

From our saviors

From the enslaving force

Of Rome!

Madame.

With feasting and dancing and song

Tonight in celebration We greet the victorious throng

Returned to bring salvation!

I've got them, monsieur.

Vicomte, welcome.

The trumpets of Carthage resound

Hear, Romans, now and tremble

Hark to our step on the ground

Hear the drums Hannibal comes!

You make my dress train too long.

Sad to return To find the land we love

Threatened once more By Roma's far-reaching grasp

Gentlemen, gentlemen--

Rehearsals are under way for a new production of Chalumeau's Hannibal.

- Monsieur Lefevre, I am rehearsing. -Monsieur Reyer, Madame Giry...

...ladies and gentlemen, please, if I could have your attention?

As you know, there have been rumors of my imminent retirement.

I can now tell you that these were all true, and it is my pleasure to introduce you...

...to the two gentlemen who now own the Opera Populaire...

...Monsieur Richard Firmin and Monsieur Gilles Andre.

I'm sure you have read of their recent fortune in the junk business.

Scrap metal, actually.

They must be rich.

And we are deeply honored to introduce our new patron.

The Vicomte de Chagny.

I still can't believe we managed to get him. It's such a coup for us, my dear.

It's Raoul.

Before my father died, at the house by the sea...

...I guess you could say we were childhood sweethearts.

- He called me Little Lotte. -Christine, he's so handsome.

My parents and I are honored to support all the arts...

...especially the world-renowned Opera Populaire.

Gentlemen, Signora Carlotta Giudicelli, our leading soprano for five seasons.

- Brava! Brava! -Brava! Brava!

Signor Ubaldo Piangi.

An honor, signor. I believe I'm keeping you from your rehearsal.

I will be here this evening to share your great triumph. My apologies.

Thank you, monsieur.

- Once more if you please, signor. -He love me. He love me.

Thank you, indeed, for the wonderful words. So inspiring and encouraging...

He wouldn't recognize me.

- He didn't see you. -If you please. Monsieur.

We take particular pride in the excellence of our ballet.

I see why.

Especially that little blond angel.

My daughter, Meg Giry.

And that exceptional beauty. No relation, I trust?

Christine Daae. Promising talent, Monsieur Firmin.

Very promising.

Daae, did you say?

No relation to the famous Swedish violinist?

His only child.

Orphaned at 7 when she came to live and train in the ballet dormitories.

An orphan, you say?

I think of her as a daughter also.

Gentlemen, if you would kindly stand to one side.

Hannibal's friends!

Ah, me! Not on my dress! Why?

The trumpeting elephants sound

Hear, Romans, now and tremble

Hark to their step on the ground

Hear the drums!

Hannibal comes!

All day!

All they want is the dancing!

All they want is the dancing!

Well, the Vicomte is very excited about tonight's gala.

I hope he is as excited by dancing girls as your new managers...

...because I will not be singing!

Get my doggy, bring my doggy. Bye-bye.

- What do we do? -Grovel.

- Grovel, grovel. -Right.

- I'm going now. It is finished. -World-renowned artist and great beauty.

Bella diva.

Goddess of song.

Monsieur Reyer, isn't there a rather marvelous aria for Elissa...

...in Act 3 of Hannibal? Perhaps the signora--

Because I have not my costume for Act 3. Because somebody not finish it!

And I hate my hat!

Signora, as a personal favor, would you oblige us with a private rendition?

Unless, of course, Monsieur Reyer objects.

If my managers command.

- Monsieur Reyer? -If my diva commands.

Yes, I do.

Everybody, very quiet.

- Monsieur, why exactly are you retiring? -My health.

- I see. -You as well!

Signora.

Maestro.

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--

- Oh, my God, signora! -I hate you.

- Lift it up! -He's here. The Phantom of the Opera.

Signora, are you all right? Buquet! For God's sake, what's going on up there?

Please, monsieur, don't look at me. As God's my judge, I wasn't at my post.

Please, monsieur, there's no one there.

Or if there is, well, then, it must be a ghost.

Signora, these things do happen.

For the past three years these things do happen.

And did you stop them from happening? No!

And you two, you are as bad as him.

"These things do happen."

Until you stop these things from happening, this thing does not happen!

- Bring my doggy and my boxy. -Amateurs.

Now you see. Bye-bye, I'm really leaving.

Gentlemen, good luck. If you need me, I shall be in Australia.

Signora Giudicelli, she will be coming back, won't she?

You think so, monsieur?

- I have a message from the Opera Ghost. -Oh, God in heaven, you're all obsessed!

- He welcomes you to his opera house. -His opera house?

And commands that you continue to leave box five empty...

...for his use. And reminds you that his salary is due.

His salary?

Well, Monsieur Lefevre used to give him 20,000 francs a month.

Twenty thousand francs?

Perhaps you can afford more. With the vicomte as your patron?

Madame, I had hoped to make that announcement public tonight...

...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!

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

Don't think about the way

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 The fruits of summer fade

They have their seasons So do we

But please promise me 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

- Secret and strange angel -Secret and strange angel

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 quite a discovery with Miss Daae.

Perhaps we could present her 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?"

- Those picnics in the attic. -"Or of chocolates?"

- Father playing the violin. -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

That voice which calls to me

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

Grows stronger yet

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 first heard you sing

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

Abandon their defenses

Slowly, gently

Night unfurls its splendor

Grasp it, sense it

Tremulous and tender

Turn your face away

From the garish light of day

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 As you've never lived before

Softly, deftly

Music shall caress you

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

Where you long to be

Only then can you belong

To me

Floating, falling

Sweet intoxication

Touch me, trust me

Savor each sensation

Let the dream begin

Let your darker side give in

To the power of the music that I write

The power of The music of the night

You alone can make my song take flight

Help me make

The music of the

Night

Christine?

Like yellow parchment is his skin

A great black hole serves As the nose that never grew

You must be always on your guard

Or he will catch you with his magical lasso

Oh, my-

Those who speak of what they know

Find too late that prudent silence is wise

Joseph Buquet, hold your tongue

Keep your hand at the level of your eyes.

I remember there was mist

Swirling mist upon a vast, glassy lake

There were candles all around

And on the lake there was a boat

And in the boat there was a man

Who was that shape in the shadows?

Whose is the face in the mask?

Damn you! You little prying Pandora

You little demon! Is this what you wanted to see?

Curse you! You little lying Delilah

You little viper Now you cannot ever be free

Damn you!

Curse you!

Stranger than you dreamt it

Can you even dare to look

Or bear to think of me?

This loathsome gargoyle Who burns in hell

But secretly yearns for heaven

Secretly, secretly

Christine

Fear can turn to love

You'll learn to see To find the man

Behind the monster, this

Repulsive carcass Who seems a beast

But secretly dreams of beauty

Secretly, secretly

Oh, Christine

Come, we must return.

Those two fools who run my theater will be missing you.

"Mystery after gala night"

It says "Mystery of soprano's flight"

"Mystified" All the papers say

"We are mystified We suspect foul play"

Bad news on soprano scene First Carlotta, now Christine

Still at least the seats get sold

Gossip's worth its weight in gold

What a way to run a business

Spare me these unending trials

Half your cast disappears But the crowd still cheers

Opera!

To hell with Gluck and Handel Have a scandal

- And you're sure to have a hit -Damnable, will they all walk out?

- This is damnable -Andre, please don't shout

It's publicity, and the take is vast Free publicity

But we have no cast

Andre, have you seen the queue?

It seems you've got one too

"Dear Andre, what a charming gala Christine was, in a word, sublime

We were hardly bereft When Carlotta left

On that note, the diva's a disaster

Must you cast her When she's seasons past her prime?"

"Dear Firmin, just a brief reminder

My salary has not been paid

Send it care of the Ghost By return of post PTO

No one likes a debtor So it's better if my orders are obeyed"

Who would have the gall to send this?

- Someone with a puerile brain -These are both signed O.G.

- Who the hell is he? -Opera Ghost

-it's nothing short of shocking -He is mocking our position

- In addition he wants money -What a funny apparition

To expect a large retainer He is clearly quite insane

- Where is she? -Carlotta?

I mean, Miss Daae Where is she?

- How do we know? -I want an answer

- You sent me this note -What's this nonsense?

- Of course not -Don't look at us

- She's not with you? -Of course not

- We're in the dark -Don't argue, isn't this the letter you wrote?

And what is it that We're meant to have wrote?

Written.

"Do not fear for Miss Daae.

The Angel of Music has her under his wing.

Make no attempt to see her again."

- If you didn't write it, who did? - Where is he?

- Welcome back -Your precious patron, where is he?

- What is it? -I have your letter

- A letter I rather resent -Did you send it?

- Of course not -As if he would

- You didn't send it? -Of course not

- What's going on? -Tell me, this is not the letter you sent?

And what is it That I'm meant to have sent?

"Your days at the Opera Populaire are numbered.

Christine Daae will be singing on your behalf tonight.

Be prepared for a great misfortune...

...should you attempt to take her place."

Far too many notes for my taste

And most of them about Christine

All we've heard since we came ls Miss Daae's name

- Miss Daae has returned -I hope no worse for wear

- As far as we're concerned -Where precisely is she now?

I thought it best she was alone

She needed rest

- May I see her? -No, monsieur, she will see no one

Will she sing? Will she sing?

- Here, I have a note -Let me see it

Please.

"Gentlemen, I have now sent you several notes of the most amiable nature...

...detailing how my theater is to be run.

You have not followed my instructions.

I shall give you one last chance.

Christine Daae has returned to you

And I am anxious Her career should progress

In the new production of ll Muto

You will therefore cast Carlotta

As the pageboy

And put Miss Daae In the role of countess

The role which Miss Daae plays

Calls for charm and appeal

The role of the pageboy is silent

Which makes my casting In a word, ideal

I shall watch the performance from my normal seat in box five...

...which will be kept empty for me.

Should these commands be ignored...

...a disaster beyond your imagination will occur.

I remain, gentlemen, your obedient servant. O.G."

- Christine -Whatever next?

- It's all a ploy to help Christine -This is insane

I know who sent this The vicomte, her lover

- Indeed! Can you believe this? -Signora

- Signora -You are our star

- And always will be -Signora

- The man is mad -We don't take orders

Miss Daae will be playing the pageboy, the silent role.

Carlotta will be playing the lead

-it's useless trying to appease me -Appease her

- You're only saying this to please me -To please her

- Who scorn his word, beware to those -You have reviled me

- The angel sees, the angel knows -You have rebuked me

- Signora, pardon us -You have replaced me

Please, signora, we beseech you

- I must see her -This hour shall see your darkest fears

- The angel knows, the angel hears -Where did she go?

Signora, sing for us Don't be a martyr

- What new surprises lie in store? -Our star!

Would you please give this to Miss Daae? Miss Daae?

Your public needs you.

We need you too.

Would you not rather have Your precious little ingénue?

- Signora, no. -Signora, no.

The world wants you

Prima donna First lady of the stage

Your devotees Are on their knees

To implore you

Can you bow out when They're shouting your name?

Think of how they all adore you

Prima donna Enchant us once again

- Think of your muse -And of the queues round the theater

Can you deny us The triumph in store?

Sing, prima donna Once more

- Christine spoke of an angel -Prima donna

Your song shall live again

- Think of your public -You took a snub

- But there's a public who needs you -She has heard the voice

- Of the Angel of Music -Those who hear your voice

- Liken you to an angel -Think of their cry of undying support

- We get our opera -She gets her limelight

- Follow where the limelight leads you -Leading ladies are a trial

Prima donna Your song shall never die

- You'll sing again and to unending ovation -Orders, warnings

- Lunatic demands -Lunatic demands are regular occurrences

Think how you'll shine In that final encore

Surely there'll be further scenes Worse than this

I must see these demands are rejected

Who'd believe a diva happy To relieve a chorus girl

Who's gone and slept with the patron?

Raoul and the soubrette Entwined in love's duet

Although he may demur He must have been with her

You'd never get away With all this in a play

But if it's loudly sung And in a foreign tongue

It's just the sort of story Audiences adore

- In fact, a perfect opera -For if his curse is on the opera

Prima donna, the world is at your feet

A nation waits And how it hates to be cheated

Light up the stage

With that age-old rapport

Sing, prima donna

Once more

Go OFT, go! go'

They say that this youth Has set my lady's heart aflame

His Lordship, sure Would die of shock

His Lordship is a laughingstock

Should he suspect her, God protect her Shame, shame, shame

This faithless lady's Bound for Hades

Shame, shame, shame

Serafimo, your disguise is perfect

Why, who can this be?

Gentle wife Admit your loving husband

That's exactly the sort of thing the public loves.

My love, I'm called to England On affairs of state

And must leave you With your new maid

Though I would happily take the maid with me.

The old fool is leaving.

It's the Countess de Charbourg. She's invited us to her salon, you know.

Nothing like that ever happened in the junk business.

Scrap metal.

Serafimo, away with this pretense

You cannot speak But kiss me in my husband's absence

Poor fool, he makes me laugh

Time I tried to get a better Better half

Poor fool, he doesn't know

If he knew the truth He'd never ever go

Did I not instruct that box five was to be kept empty?

He's here, the Phantom of the Opera.

-It's him. -Your part is silent, little toad.

A toad, madame?

Perhaps it is you who are the toad.

Why you spray on my chin all the time, huh?

Serafimo, away with this pretense

You cannot speak But kiss me in my--

Gentlemen, please, please.

Poor fool, he makes me laugh

She's lost her voice.

Mother!

Bring the curtain in, please, will you?

Get off.

Ladies and gentlemen, we apologize.

The performance will continue in 10 minutes' time...

...when the role of the countess will be played by Miss Daae.

Thank you.

Go, go, hurry up. Hurry up.

Until then, we would crave your indulgence for a few moments.

Meanwhile, we'd like to give you the ballet from Act 3 of tonight's opera.

- What? -Maestro...

...the ballet, bring it forward, please.

- The ballet. -The ballet, now, please.

Thank you.

You're fired.

- Are you all right? -Raoul, we're not safe here.

Ladies and gentlemen, please remain in your seats.

Do not panic. It's simply an accident.

An accident.

Why have you brought me here?

- We can't go back there -We must return

He'll kill you His eyes will find us there

- Christine, don't say that -Those eyes that burn

- Don't even think it -If he has to kill a thousand men

- Forget this waking nightmare -The Phantom of the Opera will kill

Believe me There is no Phantom of the Opera

My God, who is this man Who hunts to kill?

- This mask of death -I can't escape from him

- Whose is this voice you hear -I never will

- With every breath? -And in this labyrinth

Where night is blind

- The Phantom of the Opera is here -The Phantom of the Opera is there

-inside my mind -Inside your mind

There is no Phantom of the Opera

Raoul, I've been there

To his world of unending night

To a world where the daylight Dissolves into darkness

Darkness

Raoul, I've seen him

Can I ever forget that sight?

Can I ever escape from that face?

So distorted, deformed It was hardly a face

In that darkness

Darkness

But his voice filled my spirit With a strange, sweet sound

In that night There was music in my mind

And through music My soul began

To soar

And I heard

- As I'd never heard before -What you heard was a dream

And nothing more

Yet in his eyes

All the sadness of the world

Those pleading eyes

That both threaten

And adore

Christine

Christine

Christine...

No more talk of darkness

Forget these wide-eyed fears

I'm here Nothing can harm you

My words will warm and calm you

Let me be your freedom

Let daylight dry your tears

I'm here with you, beside you

To guard you and to guide you

Say you love me

Every waking moment

Turn my head

With talk of summertime

Say you need me with you

Now and always

Promise me

That all you say is true

- That's all I ask of you -Let me be your shelter

Let me be your light

You're safe No one will find you

Your fears are far behind you

All I want is freedom

A world with no more night

And you always beside me

To hold me and to hide me

Then say you'll share with me

One love, one lifetime

Let me lead you

From your solitude

Say you need me With you

Here beside you

Anywhere you go Let me go too

Christine

That's all I ask of you

Say you'll share with me

One love, one lifetime

Say the word And I will follow you

Share each day with me

Each night, each morning

- Say you love me -You know I do

Love me

That's all I ask of you

Anywhere you go, let me go too

Love me

That's all I ask of you

I must go

They'll wonder where I am

Come with me, Raoul

Christine, I love you

Order your fine horses

Be with them at the door

And soon you'll be beside me

You'll guard me and you'll guide me

I gave you my music

Made your song take wing

And now How you've repaid me

Denied me And betrayed me

He was bound to love you

When he heard you sing

Christine

Say you'll share with me

One love, one lifetime

Say the word And I will follow you

Share each day with me

Each night, each morning

You will curse the day

You did not do

All that the Phantom

Asked of you

Monsieur Andre.

Monsieur Firmin.

Dear Andre, what a splendid party

The prologue to a bright new year

- Quite a night, I'm impressed -Well, one does one's best

- Here's to us -The toast of all the city

What a pity that The Phantom can't be here

Masquerade!

Paper faces on parade

Masquerade

Hide your face So the world will never find you

Masquerade!

Every face a different shade

Masquerade

Look around There's another mask behind you

Flash of mauve, splash of puce Fool and king, ghoul and goose

Green and black, queen and priest Trace of rouge, face of beast

- Faces! Take your turn -Take a ride

- On the merry-go-round -In an inhuman race

Eye of gold, thigh of blue True is false, who is who?

Curl of lip, swirl of gown Ace of hearts, face of clown

Faces! Drink it in, drink it up

Till you've drowned In the light, in the sound

But who can name the face?

Masquerade!

Grinning yellows, spinning reds Masquerade

Take your fill Let the spectacle astound you

Masquerade!

Burning glances, turning heads

Masquerade

Stop and stare At the sea of smiles around you

Masquerade

Seething shadows, breathing lies

Masquerade

You can fool any friend Who ever knew you

Masquerade!

Leering satyrs, peering eyes

Masquerade

Run and hide But a face will still pursue you

- What a night -What a crowd

- Makes you glad -Makes you proud

- All the créme de Ia créme -Watching us watching them

- Three months of relief -Of delight

- Of Elysian peace -And we can breathe at last

- No more notes -No more ghost

- Here's to health -Here's a toast to a prosperous year

- To our friends who are here -And may our splendor never fade

What a blessed release

And what a masquerade

Think of it

A secret engagement. Look, your future bride.

- Just think of it. -But why is it secret?

What have we to hide? You promised me.

- No, Raoul. Please don't. They'll see. -Let them see.

It's an engagement, not a crime.

Christine, what are you afraid of?

- Let's not argue -Let's not argue

- Please pretend -I can only hope

- You will understand in time -I'll understand in time

Masquerade!

Paper faces on parade

Masquerade

Hide your face So the world will never find you

Masquerade!

Every face a different shade Masquerade

Look around There's another mask behind you

Masquerade!

Burning glances, turning heads Masquerade

Stop and stare At the sea of smiles around you

Masquerade!

Grinning yellows, spinning reds Masquerade

Take your fill Let the spectacle astound you

Why so silent, good messieurs?

Did you think that I had left you for good?

Have you missed me, good messieurs?

I have written you an opera

Here, I bring the finished score

Don Juan Triumphant

Fondest greetings to you all

A few instructions Just before rehearsal starts

Carlotta must be taught to act

Not her normal trick Of strutting round the stage

Our Don Juan must lose some weight

It's not healthy

In a man of Piangi's age

And my managers must learn

That their place is in an office

Not the arts

As for our star

Miss Christine Daae

No doubt she'll do her best

It's true her voice is good

She knows, though Should she wish to excel

She has much still to learn

If pride will let her Return to me

Her teacher

Her teacher

Your chains are still mine!

You belong to me!

- Madame Giry-- -Please, I know no more than anyone else.

- That's not true! -Monsieur, don't ask.

- There have been too many accidents. -Accidents?

Please, Madame Giry...

...for all our sakes.

Very well.

It was years ago.

There was a traveling fair in the city.

Gypsies.

I was very young.

Studying to be a ballerina.

One of many.

Living in the dormitories of the opera house.

See the wonder from the East!

Come.

Come.

Come inside.

Come and see the Devil's Child.

Behold, mesdames and messieurs, the Devil's Child!

Devil's Child.

Murder!

- Murder! -Which way?!

That way! That way!

He's getting away!

I hid him from the world and its cruelties.

He has known nothing else of life since then...

...except this opera house.

It was his playground...

...and now his artistic domain.

He's a genius.

He's an architect and designer.

He's a composer and a magician.

- A genius, monsieur. -But clearly, Madame Giry...

...genius has turned to madness.

- Monsieur. -Where to?

The cemetery.

To my father's grave, please.

- Where have they gone? -The cemetery.

In sleep, he sang to me

In dreams, he came

That voice, which calls to me

And speaks my name

Little Lotte thought of everything and nothing.

Her father promised her that he would send her the Angel of Music.

Her father promised her.

Her father promised her.

You were once My one companion

You were all that mattered

You were once A friend and father

Then my world was shattered

Wishing you were somehow here again

Wishing you were somehow near

Sometimes it seemed If I just dreamed

Somehow you would be here

Wishing I could hear your voice again

Knowing that I never would

Dreaming of you Won't help me to do

All that you dreamed I could

Passing bells and sculpted angels

Cold and monumental

Seem for you

The wrong companions

You were warm and gentle

Too many years Fighting back tears

Why can't the past just die?

Wishing you were somehow here again

Knowing we must say goodbye

Try to forgive Teach me to live

Give me the strength to try

No more memories No more silent tears

No more gazing across

The wasted years

Help me say

Goodbye

Help me say

Goodbye

Wandering child So lost, so helpless

Yearning for my guidance

Angel or father Friend or phantom?

- Who is it there staring? -Have you forgotten your angel?

Angel, oh, speak What endless longings

Echo in this whisper

Too long you've wandered in winter

Far from my fathering gaze

- Wildly, my mind beats against you -You resist

- Yet your soul obeys -Yet the soul obeys

- Angel of Music, you denied me -Angel of Music, I denied you

- Turning from true beauty -Turning from true beauty

- Angel of Music, do not shun me -Angel of Music, my protector

- Come to your strange angel -Come to me, strange angel

I am your Angel of Music

Come to me, Angel

- Of Music - No, Christine! Wait!

- Of Music - No, Christine! Wait!

Wait!

- Raoul! -Whatever you believe, this man...

...this thing is not your father!

No, Raoul!

No.

Not like this.

Now let it be war upon you both.

We have all been blind

We have all been blind

And yet the answer Is staring us in the face

This could be the chance

To ensnare our clever friend

- We're listening -Go on

We shall play his game

Perform his work But remember, we hold the ace

For if Miss Daae sings He is certain to attend

- We are certain the doors are barred -We are certain the police are there

We are certain they're armed

The curtain falls

His reign will end

Raoul, I'm frightened.

Don't make me do this.

Raoul.

It scares me.

Don't put me through this ordeal by fire.

He'll take me.

I know.

We'll be parted forever.

He won't let me go.

What I once used to dream...

...I now dread.

If he finds me, it won't ever end.

And he'll always be there

Singing songs in my head

He'll always be there

Singing songs in my head

You said yourself

He was nothing but a man

Yet while he lives

He will haunt us

Till we're dead

Twisted every way

What answer can I give?

Am I to risk my life

To win the chance to live?

Can I betray the man

Who once inspired my voice?

Do I become his prey?

Do I have any choice?

He kills without a thought

He murders all that's good

I know I can't refuse

And yet, I wish I could

Oh, God, if I agree

What horrors wait for me

In this, the Phantom's opera?

Christine, Christine

Don't think that I don't care

But every hope and every prayer

Rests on you now

Seal my fate tonight

Seal my fate tonight

I hate to have to cut the fun short

But the joke's wearing thin

Let the audience in

Let my opera begin

Here the sire may serve the dam

Here the master takes his meat

Here the sacrificial lamb

Utters one despairing bleat

Poor young maiden

For the thrill on your tongue Of stolen sweets

You will have to pay the bill

Tangled in the winding sheets

Serve the meal and serve the maid

Serve the meal and serve the maid

Serve the master so that when Tables, plans and maids are laid

Don Juan triumphs

Once again

Passarino, faithful friend

Once again recite the plan

Your young guest believes I'm you

I, the master You, the man

When you met you wore my cloak She could not have seen your face

She believes she dines with me In her master's borrowed place

Furtively, we'll scoff and quaff Stealing what, in truth, is mine

When it's late and modesty Starts to mellow with the wine

You come home, I use your voice Slam the door like crack of doom

I shall say, "Come hide with me Where, oh, where? Of course, my room!"

- Poor thing hasn't got a chance -Here's my hat, my cloak and sword

Conquest is assured If I do not forget myself and laugh

No thoughts within her head But thoughts of joy

No dreams within her heart

But dreams of love

Master?

Passarino

Go away, for the trap is set

And waits for its prey

You have come here

In pursuit of your deepest urge

In pursuit of that wish Which till now

Has been silent

Silent

I have brought you

That our passions may fuse and merge

In your mind You've already succumbed to me

Dropped all defenses Completely succumbed to me

Now you are here with me

No second thoughts

You've decided

Decided

Past the point of no return

No backward glances

Our games of make-believe

Are at an end

Past all thought of "if" or "when"

No use resisting

Abandon thought

And let the dream descend

What raging fire shall flood the soul?

What rich desire unlocks its door?

What sweet seduction lies before us?

Past the point of no return

The final threshold

What warm, unspoken secrets

Will we learn?

Beyond the point of no

Return

You have brought me

To that moment when words run dry

To that moment when speech disappears

Into silence

Silence

I have come here

Hardly knowing the reason why

In my mind I've already imagined

Our bodies entwining Defenseless and silent

Now I am here with you

No second thoughts

I've decided

Decided

Past the point of no return

No going back now

Our passion play Has now at last begun

Past all thought of right or wrong

One final question

How long should we two wait

Before we're one?

When will the blood begin to race?

The sleeping bud burst into bloom?

When will the flames at last

Consume us?

Past the point of no return

The final threshold

The bridge is crossed

So stand and watch it burn

We've passed the point of no

Return

Say you'll share with me

One love

One lifetime

Lead me, save me

From my solitude

Say you want me with you

Here beside you

Anywhere you go

Let me go too

Christine

That's all I ask of--

Go!

Piangi, my love!

Oh, my God!

We're ruined, Andre. Ruined!

Where did he take her?

Come with me. I will take you to him.

But remember, keep your hand at the level of your eyes!

- I'll come with you! - No, Meg, no.

You must stay here. Come with me. Do as I say.

No!

Down once more to the dungeons Of my black despair

Down we plunge to the prison Of my mind

Down that path into darkness

Deep as hell

Why, you ask, was I bound and chained In this cold and dismal place?

Not for any mortal sin But the wickedness of my abhorrent face!

Track down this murderer! He must be found!

Track down this murderer! He must be found!

Hounded out by everyone

Met with hatred everywhere

No kind words from anyone

No compassion anywhere

Christine

Why?

Why?

- Your hand at the level of your eyes -At the level of your eyes

At the level of your eyes

This is as far as I dare go.

Thank you.

Have you gorged yourself at last

In your lust for blood?

Am I now to be prey

To your lust for flesh?

That fate which condemns me To wallow in blood

Has also denied me The joys of the flesh

This face, the infection

Which poisons our love

This face which earned

A mother's fear and loathing

A mask

My first unfeeling Scrap of clothing

Pity comes too late

Turn around and face your fate

An eternity of this

Before your eyes

This haunted face

Holds no horror for me now

It's in your soul

That the true distortion lies

Wait! I think, my dear We have a guest

- Sir -Raoul!

This is indeed an unparalleled delight

I had rather hoped

That you would come

And now, my wish comes true

- You have truly made my night - Let me go.

Free her!

Do what you like Only free her!

- Have you no pity? -Your lover makes a passionate plea

- Please, Raoul, it's useless -I love her

Does that mean nothing? I love her!

- Show some compassion -The world showed no compassion to me!

Christine, Christine Let me see her

Be my guest, sir

Monsieur, I bid you welcome

Did you think that I would harm her?

Why would I make her pay

For the sins which are yours?

Order your fine horses now!

Raise up your hand To the level of your eyes!

Nothing can save you now

Except perhaps Christine

Start a new life with me

Buy his freedom with your love

Refuse me, and you send Your lover to his death!

This is the choice!

This is the point of no return!

The tears I might have shed

For your dark fate

Grow cold and turn

To tears of hate

Christine, forgive me Please, forgive me

- I did it all for you and all for nothing -Farewell, my fallen idol and false friend

- We had such hopes -Too late for turning back

- Now those hopes are shattered -Too late for prayers and pity

- Say you love him -All hope of cries for help

- And my life is over -No point in fighting

- For either way you choose you cannot win -But either way you choose he has to win

So do you end your days with me?

Or do you send him to his grave?

Why make her lie to you To save me?

- Angel of Music -Past the point of no return

- Christine, say no! -Who deserves this?

- Don't throw your life away for my sake -His life is now the prize

- Which you must earn -I fought so hard to free you

- You've passed the point of no return -Angel of Music

You deceived me

I gave you my mind blindly.

You try my patience.

Make your choice.

Pitiful creature of darkness

What kind of life have you known?

God give me courage to show you

You are not alone

Track down this murderer

Take her! Forget me Forget all of this

Leave me alone

Forget all you've seen

Go now Don't let them find you

Take the boat Swear to me never to tell

The secrets you know Of the angel in hell

The Phantom of the Opera is there Deep down below

Go now

Go now and leave me!

Masquerade

Paper faces on parade

Masquerade

Hide your face So the world will never find you

Christine, I love you

Say you'll share with me

One love, one lifetime

Say the word

And I will follow you

Share each day with me

Each night, each morning

You alone can make my song

Take flight

It's over now

The music

Of the night

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