The Phantom of The Opera (Complete)

The Phantom of The Opera

"Things have changed, Gleb."
Christine was Terrified of what her angel would do.

"Insolent boy!
This slave
of fashion
basking in your
glory!
Ignorant fool!
This brave
young suitor,
sharing in my
triumph!"
The Phantom said angrily behind her.

"Angel! I hear you!
Speak -
I listen . . .
stay by my side,
guide me!
Angel, my soul was weak -
forgive me . . .
enter at last,
Master!"
Christine spoke frightened of his anger towards Gleb.

"Flattering child,
you shall know me,
see why in shadow
I hide!
Look at your face
in the mirror -
I am there
inside!"

As Christine turns towards the mirror she sees a man with a white mask in his face looking at her through the mirror.

"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 ...
Come to me: Angel of Music ..."
The Phantom speaks putting her in a musical trance.

"Whose is that voice . . .?
Who is that in there . . .?"
Gleb said trying to unlock the door.

"I am your Angel of Music . . .
Come to me: Angel of Music . . ."
The Phantom spoke again taking Christine in through his labyrinth.

"Christine! Angel!"
Gleb spoke confused.
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"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/my spirit
and your/my voice,
in one
combined:
the Phantom of the Opera
is there
inside your/my mind . . ."

"In all
your fantasies,
you always
knew
that man
and mystery . . ."

". . . were both
in you . . ."

"And in
this labyrinth,
where night
is blind,
the Phantom of the Opera
is there/hereQ
inside your/my mind . . ."

"Sing, my Angel of Music!"

"He's there,
the Phantom of the Opera . . ."

As Christine sang with the Phantom she could not help but be entranced by his voice, his lair, and the mask he wears.
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"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 . . ."

The Phantom knew what to do. He needed to show Christine the power of music his music.

"Night-time sharpens,
heightens each sensation . . .
Darkness stirs and
wakes imagination . . .
Silently the senses
abandon their defences . . .
Slowly, gently
night unfurls its splendour . . .
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 surround you . . .
Feel it, hear it,
closing in around you . . .
Open up your mind,
let your fantasies unwind,
in this darkness which
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 world
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
savour 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 . . ."

The Phantom leads her to a
large mirror from which he removes a dust cover and in which we see the image of Christine, a perfect wax-face impression, wearing a wedding gown. Christine moves slowly towards it when suddenly the image thrusts its hands through the mirror towards her She faints. The Phantom catches her and carries her to the bed, where he lays her down.

"You alone can make my song take flight -
help me make the music of the night . . ."

The Phantom sang to her to wish her a good nights rest.
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Chapter 3 done! Sorry if this chapter was a little annoying considering it is straight out of the musical (which I don't own). But next chapter will be stranger than you dreamt it. 😒😆😂. (Pun intended)
Comment if you liked this and I promise next chapter will not be exactly like the musical...