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The Phantom of the Opera- Wandering Child

I stand, in my robe, having not slept all night, and make a decision to go to my father's grave. I slowly open the dressing room door. Raoul sleeps in a chair outside my door, his sword across his lap. I quietly tip-toe past him: careful not to wake him.

I go to the stables and quickly wake one of the sleeping, drunken stable hands. I feel like I'm being watched... I give the Stable man some money and leave quickly. "Where to, mademoiselle?" He asks just before I leave. "The cemetery." I whisper.

I make my way to the costume department, which is empty since it is only dawn, and I find a black velvet dress. I throw off my robe as my eyes focus on a vase of blood red roses. I, dressed in a black velvet dress and cape, carrying the red roses, get into the open carriage.

The open carriage races down the snow-covered streets. It is cold and foggy. The horses hooves beat on the cobblestones, their nostrils smoke. The driver swathed in black drives us on. I sit in the back, the wind presses my veil to my face like a mask.

"In sleep he sang to me,
in dreams he came...
That voice which calls to me
and speaks my name..."

I sing quietly as I think about my Angel.

I look out of the carriage and see the huge cemetery shrouded in mist. I, bearing the bouquet of red roses, glide past towering mausoleums and crosses. Great gargoyles and angels stare down at me. In the distance, the carriage and horses disappear into the fog.

"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..." I whisper as I make my way through the cemetery. In the distance, i see a large mausoleum on a ridge. I lower my hood and veil.

"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..."

I sing unaware of the dark shadows sweeping across the snow towards me.

"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."

I near the foot of the mausoleum steps.

"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."

I kneel down and lay the red roses on the snow-covered steps. High above me, the gates at the top of the steps begin to open. I hear his voice from deep within the candlelit crypt.

"Wandering child...
so lost...
so helpless...
yearning for my guidance..."

Bewildered, I look up. I see that the mausoleum's inner gates are open; a strange glow emanates from the interior. Light spills down the steps.

"Angel... or father...
friend or Phantom...?
Who is it there staring...?"

I murmur breathlessly.