Little Lotte / The mirror
- CHRISTINE 'S DRESSING ROOM (SCENE 3)
RAOUL: "Little Lotte let her mind wander . . ."
CHRISTINE: You remember that, too . RAOUL: "Little Lotte thought: Am I fonder of dolls..."
BOTH: ". . . 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 song in my head!"
(RAOUL left. Tremulous music)
PHANTOM'S VOICE: Insolent boy!
This slave of fashion
basking in your glory!
Ignorant fool!
This brave young suitor,
sharing in my triumph!
CHRISTINE: 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! (See the PHANTOM behind the mirror)
CHRISTINE: 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...
(Outside the door, RAOUL returns)
RAOUL: Whose is that voice?
Who is that in there?
(Inside the room the mirror opens)
PHANTOM: I am your Angel of Music
Come to me: Angel of Music
(CHRISTINE disappears through the mirror)
RAOUL: (find the room empty)
Christine! Angel!
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