THE MUSIC OF THE NIGHT
By Midnight Rose 1994
Part 7
Act Two
“Masquerade”
Six months have past; a Masquerade Ball at the Paris Opera House marks the beginning of the New Year. Everyone, with any social status at all is in attendance. Groups of costumed patrons peer at each other from behind their masks. Who is who?
Andre (Kanin) enters, he wears a long, dark coat and a tiger mask. Firmen (Will) arrives, he also wears a long coat and a lion mask. The two wild cats see each other and approach nervously. Each raises his mask and when they recognize each other they raise a toast to themselves.
The Ball begins and everyone dances festively. Amidst the swirling activity, Andre, Firmen, Meg, Giry, Piangi, and Carlotta find each other for a toast. Raoul and Christine emerge from the dancers. She peers from behind an owl mask admiring an engagement ring from Raoul, which she has attacked to a gold chain around her neck. Christine hushes him from speaking of their engagement.
The couple parts to dance with others. Christine goes from man to man, each spinning her to another. At last, Raoul rescues her and holds her tight. He whirls her back into the dance.
At the height of the activity, a grotesque figure suddenly appears at the top of the staircase. Draped in red with a scull mask beneath his feathered hat, the Phantom has come to the party. The room stills as he descends the stairs and seeks out the managers, Firmen and Andre. Patrons scurry behind the managers and cower. He has brought his finished score of Don Juan Triumphet and presents it to the terrified managers.
Turning, the Phantom beckons Christine to him. She stands paralyzed and mesmerized by his presence, but she is pulled, as if by magic, out of Raoul’s embrace towards the costumed Phantom. He reaches out and grasps the chain that holds the secret engagement ring and rips it from her throat.
Phantom:
“Your chains are still mine-
You will sing for me!”
All cower anew as the Phantom rounds in a threatening manner, and then suddenly he evaporates in a column of smoke.
**
“Who”
Giry (Rebecca) is hurrying across the empty theatre in front of the stage, Raoul (Michael) appears and calls after her. He knows she knows something about this mysterious Phantom. She reluctantly tells him of a man---a monster---she once saw locked in a cage. This hideous genius was a scholar, architect, musician, and inventor. He escaped and was missing---rumored to be dead.
Giry:
“The world forgot him, but I never can…
For in this darkness I have seen him again. ”
Raoul:
“And so our Phantom is a man…”
Giry moves off, she has said too much. Before Raoul can question her further, she has disappeared into the curtains. He runs after her, calling her name.
**
“Notes”
Andre (Kanin) is in his office, the Phantom’s score lies open on the desk. He impatiently flips through it.
Andre:
“Ludicrous!
Have you seen the score?”
He bellows as Firmen (Will) enters equally upset.
Firmen:
“This is lunacy!
Well, you know my views…”
Look, my friend, what we have here…”
Firmen has spied two notes from the Phantom in the stack of mail he is going through. He hands one to Andre, who opens it and reads.
They are interrupted by the arrival of Carlotta (Jamie) and Piangi (Jeremy), both furious about similar notes that they have received. Raoul and Christine enter behind them.
Carlotta bristles at the sight of Christine. She is sure the chorus girl is behind all the Phantom nonsense and verbally attacks the timid Christine.
Meg (Samantha) and Giry (Rebecca) arrive with another note from the Phantom. Everyone groans---not another note! Giry is asked to read the note. As she reads, each react variously to the news as they are singled out.
Giry reading note:
“A few instructions just before rehearsals start…”
The Phantom’s voice gradually takes over the reading from Giry. Carlotta must be taught to act. Piangi must lose some weight. And Christine---
Phantom:
“Return to me,
Her teacher…her teacher…”
The Phantom’s voice fades and Giry finishes the note.
Everyone’s attention focuses on Raoul, whose eyes are suddenly bright with a new thought---they can catch the Phantom at his own game. This is his Opera and he is sure to attend the opening performance. The plot is formed.
Christine is unwilling to participate. How can she turn on the man who inspired her to sing? She has no choice but to agree. She runs from the office overcome by her conflicting emotions.
Raoul strides forward and addresses the invisible Phantom with a clutched fist.
Raoul:
So, it is to be war between us!
But this time, clever friend,
The disaster will be yours!”
**
“Those Who Tangle with Don Juan. ”
Rayer (Paul) supervises the learning of the new Opera songs from the piano. Piangi, Christine, Carlotta and Giry are seated, the chorus in disarray standing behind them. Piangi (Jeremy) is stumbling over his lines. Gradually everyone begins to either talk or practice the difficult phrase in jest. Reyer thumps the piano keys, then leaves the piano and attempts to restore order before returning in failure. At the height of the mayhem, Reyer snaps to attention and begins to play the piano as if possessed; the music plays with great force and rhythm. The opera leads and chorus fall silent and freeze like Reyer into a trance, then start to sing the song accurately.
As they continue singing and unaffected by the magic, Christine moves away from the group and sings independently, transfixed by it all.
Christine:
“In sleep he sang to me,
In dreams he came…
That voice which calls to me
And speaks my name…”
**
“Wishing You Were Here Again. ”
The distant sound of bells is heard. Christine sings sadly as she walks into the graveyard where her father is buried.
Christine:
“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…”
She stands before to his gravestone and then sits on a nearby wooden bench.
Christine:
“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…”
She sings of the loss of her father and perhaps of the loss of her trusted Angel of Music.
“Help me say good-bye…”
The Phantom appears on the roof of a mausoleum covered in vines (staircase landing). He softly entices her with his beautiful, haunting voice. She moves toward him, bewildered. Is this her true Angel of Music promised by her father?
Raoul is passing by the graveyard and sees Christine. He is alarmed by the power the Phantom has over the vulnerable Christine. Raoul challenges the Angel---or demon. The Phantom ignores him continuing to beckon the transfixed Christine ever closer.
Raoul:
Let her go! For God’s sake, let her go!
Christine!”
Christine starts from her trance and runs to Raoul’s embrace. Raoul turns and seeks to confront this angel of darkness. The Phantom throws fireballs (wads of crimson paper) at Raoul to keep him away from his lofty perch. Despite the danger, Raoul continues toward the mausoleum, fireballs landing just ahead of him. Christine cries for Raoul to stop this madness as more fireballs rain down. Knowing that a hand to hand confrontation is imminent, Christine rushes to Raoul’s side and pulls him away from the Phantom and they run from the graveyard.
The Phantom cries out as they retreat and angrily declares his fury.
Phantom:
“Don’t go!
“So be it! Now, let it be war upon you both!”
The Phantom wraps his cloak around him and disappears from the roof of the mausoleum in a cloud of smoke.
**
“I Am Here. ”
It is before the premiere of Don Juan Triumphant. The last minute details are being tended to before the audience is let in. A Police Chief is reviewing his six officers, standing at attention, beside the stage. Raoul, Andre, and Firmen are supervising the proceedings from center stage. A marksman crouches in the manager’s box his sights set on Box Five.
On a signal from Raoul, the Police Chief blows his whistle and his officers fan out around the theatre. The Chief joins the managers and Raoul on stage and blows his whistle again.
Police Chief:
“Are the doors secure?”
One of the officers:
“Secure, Sir!”
Everything is silent, but then very quietly from nowhere comes the voice of the
Phantom:
“I’m here: the Phantom of the Opera…”
The men look around apprehensively. The officers start to run in the direction of the voice, but the haunting voice comes from somewhere else (The hidden cast and crew whispering the phrase). Again and again, the officers follow the voice darting back and forth across the stage and around the theatre. Finally, it is heard from Box Five and in the confusion, the marksman readies to fire a shot at the Box just as an officer enters it, but Raoul stops him
Raoul:
“Idiot! You’ll kill someone!
I said: only when they time comes!”
Marksman:
“But, Monsieur Le Vicomte…”
The Phantom’s voice cuts in, filling the building. All look up.
Phantom:
“No buts!For once the Monsier Le Vicomte is right…
Seal my fate tonight-
I hate to have to cut the fun short,
But the joke is wearing thin…
Let the audience in…
Let my Opera begin!”
**
“The Point of No Return. ”
The production of Don Juan Triumphant is in its final scene. A central banquet table is set with a feast and to the side, behind a curtained arch is a lavish bed.
Passasino (Cullen), Don Juan’s servant, is directing the rumpled staff to make the room ready. They gleefully sing of their master’s reputation as a libertine while they work.
Piangi (Jeremy), as Don Juan, emerges from behind the arch. Meg (Samantha), a gypsy dancer performs for him. He throws her a purse and she catches it, then leaves with the departing staff. Don Juan and Passarino go over their devious plan once more.
Passarino:
“Your young guest believes I’m you-
I, the master, you, the man. ”
Don Juan:
“When you met you wore my cloak,
With my scarf you hid your face.
She believes she dines with me. ”
Passarino:
“You come home. I use your voice-
Slam the door like crack of doom!”
Don Juan:
“I shall say: come, hide with me!
Where, oh, where? Of course-my room!”
Passarino:
“Poor thing hasn’t got a chance!”
Don Juan:
“Here’s my hat, my cloak and sword.
Conquest is assured…
If I do not forget myself and laugh…”
The master and the servant trade garments. Don Juan, in Passarino’s cloak (Vincent’s cloak) goes into the curtained alcove where the bed awaits. Unknown to the audience, the Punjab lasso has done its work in the bedroom and Piangi, as Don Juan, is no more. The Phantom (Vincent) takes over the role of Don Juan.
Aminta (Christine) is singing as she enters the empty banquet hall. She smoothes her clothing as she sits down in a chair at one end of the table to await her host.
The Phantom, disguised as Don Juan pretending to be Passarino, emerges from the curtained arch of the bedroom. He wears Passarino’s cloak, his face hidden deep in the hood. His voice and first words startle Christine.
Passarino:
“You have come here
In pursuit of your deepest urge,
In pursuit of the 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,
Drop your defenses
Completely succumb to me-
Now you are here with me:
No second thoughts,
You’ve decided…decided…
Past the point of no return---“
Christine sings Aminta’s answer.
Aminta:
“You have brought me
To that moment where words run dry,
To that moment where 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-
And now I am here with you:
No second thoughts,
I’ve decided…decided…
Past the point of no return-“
They stood in profile to the audience, facing each other. Catherine could not make out Vincent’s eyes in the depth of his hood, but she could feel them locked on hers. The bond sang through her connecting her to his every emotion. Every time they had practiced this song together, Catherine could not help but think of herself and Vincent, and the choices they had made to fulfill their love, their destiny. It had taken a long time, but there were no second thoughts or regrets over the decisions they had made concerning their relationship, no shame. Catherine knew Vincent was thinking the same thing. While they sang for the Phantom and Christine, the couple sang to each other in a proud voice of triumphant.
Together:
“Past the point of no return,
The final threshold-
The bridge is crossed,
So stand and watch it burn…
We’ve past the point of no return…”
By now the audience, the managers, Raoul, and the Police Chief have realized that something has happened to Piangi behind the curtain and it is the Phantom who sings in his place. Christine knows it too.
As a final confirmation, the Phantom takes from his finger a ring (one of Catherine’s own rings) and holds it out to Christine. Slowly, she takes it and puts it on her finger. Stepping forward, Christine reaches for the concealing hood and pushes it back revealing the man in the mask---the Phantom.
Catherine’s lingering touch and loving gaze threatened to be Vincent’s undoing. Phantom or Vincent---Christine or Catherine---the roles were fused. He sang the Phantom’s next words from the depths of his heart, the bond overflowing with his love. At the edges of his mind, the old doubts haunted him and he wanted to get on his knees and beg of Catherine as the Phantom begs of Christine. The intense emotions threatened to overwhelm him causing him to nearly choke on the words.
Phantom:
“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---“
The word you was never reached, for Christine calmly removes the Phantom’s mask revealing his terrible face to the audience.
As members of the audience murmur in fright, the police and Raoul close in around the stage and their cornered prey. Back at the bedroom arch, Meg pulls the curtains back revealing Piangi’s slumped body, the Punjab lasso around his neck. She screams. In the chaos, as the officers and Raoul rush forward, the Phantom sweeps his cloak around Christine and vanishes with her in a billow of smoke.
**
“I Know Where They Are!”
Everyone rushes onto the stage in confusion, the managers, Carlotta, Giry, and Meg, joining the police and Raoul. Carlotta cries over Piangi as his body is carried off. Giry has resolved to help Raoul track down the Phantom and save Christine. They hurry off.
While the scene played out on stage, Vincent halted the couple’s mad dash through the backstage area at the side curtain. He turned Catherine to face him, his large hands on her slender shoulders. His blazing blue eyes bore into her stormy emeralds; there was confusion in his soul. He was afraid of losing himself in the madman’s role and the intense emotions brought on by the depths he had to pull from his own soul to play the part. The scenes before him kept these emotions heightened. He needed to ground himself in Catherine’s love.
The arousing, intimate voice of the bond always made Catherine pulse, Vincent’s emotions pouring into her like fuel on a fire. She reached for his face as he bent his golden head, both having the same thought. Shrouded by the silk tumble of Vincent’s mane, they kissed, deep and passionate. The release cleared Vincent’s head and he turned their attention back to the task at hand.
**
“Down Once More. ”
Meanwhile, down below, the Phantom half drags Christine by the wrist toward his lair (from the curtain, to the back of the audience, and down the far side isle toward the stage).
Phantom:
“Down once more to the dungeon
Of my black despair!
Down we plunge to the prison of my mind…!
He halts and rounds on her bitterly. With his other hand he points to his face.
Phantom:
“Why? You ask
Am I bound and chained
In this cold and dismal place?
Not for any mortal sin,
But the wickedness of my abhorrent face!”
The voices of the pursuing mob are heard in the distance (everyone backstage). The Phantom moves off again. (Reversing their steps back to the rear of the Hall. )
Phantom:
“Hounded out by everyone!
Met with hatred everywhere!
No kind word from anyone!
No compassion anywhere!
Christine, Christine…
Why, why…”
Raoul and Giry come down the stairs followed by some of the mob, water blocks their way. Giry and the mob turn back; perhaps there is another way down. Raoul, on the other hand, removes his coat and plunges forward. (down the isle to the rear of the Hall. )
**
“The Final Threshold”
The Phantom drags Christine (down the center isle) roughly into his lair. She frees herself from his grasp and backs away as he frantically closes the porticos himself (light iron gates framing the edges of the stage). She backs into the table holding the music box and leaves on it the Phantom’s mask she had been carrying, fingering the white mask a moment. Braving her terror, Christine addresses the Phantom fiercely.
Christine:
“Have you gorged yourself, at last
In your lust for blood?”
No reply.
“Am I now to be prey
To your lust for flesh?”
The Phantom turns to face her; his reply is cold and bitter.
Phantom:
“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…
The Phantom retrieves a bridal headpiece, a ring of white roses and twists of pearls, from the huge carved chair (Vincent’s chair from his chamber) nearby and moves toward her. He places it on her head.
“This face,
Which earned a mother’s fear and loathing…
A mask, my first unfeeling scrap of clothing…
The Phantom holds up his mask that she had placed on a nearby table, then gestures to his distorted face.
“Pity comes to late-
Turn around and face your fate:
An eternity of this before your eyes!”
They are almost touching. Christine looks calmly and coldly into his face.
It was hard for Catherine to look into Vincent’s pained gaze. The words he sang hit too close for comfort.
Christine:
“This haunted face holds no horror for me now…
It’s in your soul, where the true distortion lies…”
The Phantom suddenly senses Raoul’s presence just as Raoul appears at the portcullis and Christine rushes to him, the bars separating them. The Phantom addresses him as Raoul pleads with him to free Christine. The Phantom lets Raoul in so that he can see Christine is unharmed, but as Raoul moves pass him, the Phantom strings Raoul up with the Punjab lasso. The end of the taunt rope, which the Phantom has let go, remains magically suspended in mid-air (black thread attached to the end of the rope threaded through the chandelier and held by a stagehand just off stage. ). The Phantom pushes Christine back.
Christine is forced to chose between marrying the Phantom to save Raoul’s life or to die with her suitor. Either way, she can not win nor can she chose. After moments of indecision, the Phantom roughly grabs Christine by the arm swinging her around to face him.
Phantom:
“You try my patience-
Make you choice!”
Christine reflects for a moment, then speaks, quietly at first and then with growing emotion.
Christine:
“Pitiful creature of darkness…
What kind of life have you known?
God give me courage to show you
You are not alone…”
Calmly facing the Phantom, Christine suddenly moves toward him and throws her arms around him. The Phantom is frozen in place, but then slowly he returns Christine’s hug with trembling hands. Raoul can only watch in horror and wonder.
Shaken, the Phantom pulls back. There is a tense moment as he looks at Raoul and then at Christine. He sweeps his hand toward Raoul, the suspended rope falls harmlessly and Raoul removes the noose from his neck. Christine runs to Raoul’s side.
Resigned, the Phantom addresses Raoul, as the voices of the approaching mob draws near (the cast marching from the side curtain to the back of the Great Hall).
Phantom:
“Take her---forget me---forget all of this…
Take this path---leave me here…
Just take her and go---
Go now---go now and leave me!”
Raoul and Christine leave the lair (down the center aisle); she looks back longingly as the Phantom turns his back to them and moves to lean on the table on which the musical box with monkey sits. It magically starts to play as the Phantom straightens and picks up his mask from the same table. He listens to the tender melody and sings softly, sadly, to the white mask.
Phantom:
“Masquerade…
Paper faces on parade…
Masquerade…
Hide your face,
So the world will never find you…”
Christine breaks away form Raoul and runs back to the Phantom, he turns to face her. Taking off her ring, she gives it to him. Their gazes linger.
Phantom:
“Christine, I love you…”
With one last look back, Christine returns to Raoul and leaves with him. They sing as they walk away.
Raoul:
“Share each day with me…
Christine:
“Each night…”
Raoul:
“Each morning…”
The Phantom looks after them, raising his arms in a wide gesture.
Phantom:
You alone
Can make my song take flight-
It’s over now,
The music of the night!”
The Phantom walks slowly toward the huge high-backed chair, pulling up his hood. He takes his place in it.
The mob (marching around the audience and down the staircase side), including Meg, come to the portcullis. Before they can cross the threshold, the Phantom wraps his black cloak around himself and in a billow of smoke, vanishes. Only the mask remains. Meg crosses to the huge chair and picks up the Phantom’s white mask in her small hand.
Finis
***
“Hide your face,
So the world will never find you…”
---Chorus, Act Two, Scene One.
The audience of Tunnel residents, friends, and Helpers were on their feet applauding before the last of the music ended. The Winterfest presentation was a success. As the lights in the Great Hall were lit, the cast came out for their bows and Paul introduced the principle roles.
The pressing audience swallowed Vincent, with the delicate Catherine firmly in his sheltering embrace, the moment he stepped off the stage. His friends and acquaintances had been very moved by his performance---and his hidden singing talent. Those, who in years past had received his presence with unease, warmed to his friendship. There seemed to be a deeper understanding of who and what he was evident in their eyes, as they too had seen the parallel between Vincent and the character of the Phantom.
Father waited until the last of the audience had dispersed to enjoy the refreshments and move on to other entertainment before seeking out his son and daughter-in-law to offer his own proud father praise. He found them enjoying the quiet of the deserted backstage basking in a warm embrace and quiet conversation. Vincent was sitting in his huge, carved high-back chair with Catherine perched on one of his knees. Catherine’s arms were wrapped around the burly man’s thick neck and his strong arms encircling her tiny waist. They both acknowledged the beloved patriarch’s approach with welcoming smiles.
“This may sound redundant to what others have said tonight,” Father began, “but you two were…sensational. I have never felt more proud…Everyone involved did a great job out there tonight. ”
“Thank you, Father,” Vincent replied with a customary dip of his golden head. He held out a clawed hand to his father, the elder gripped it between both of his in a firm handshake. He then turned to Catherine and bent to place a kiss on her warm cheek.
Father sat down on the bench beside Vincent’s chair, turning his attention back to his beloved son. When the intense sapphire eyes met his, Father searched deep into blue orbs he had spent years trying to learn to read. He leaned heavily forward on his cane.
“Are you alright?” Father asked quietly, his brow wrinkled with concern. He placed a hand on Vincent’s arm resting on the arm of the chair. “Emotions ran high and intense out there…some of the dialogue hit close to home, too close even for me. I just wanted to make sure…I don’t know…As I watched the Phantom go mad and how wrapped up in the role you were, Vincent…I was worried,” He finished lamely.
The thought did not have to be voiced for Vincent to know what Father meant. He tipped his golden head in acknowledgement of Father’s words. “I know, Father. I do feel a kindred spirit with the Phantom and I understand him too well…but you have no reason to worry, my life is firmly grounded in love, something that the Phantom’s life lacked. ”He smiled at his father and then his beloved wife, his eyes twinkling. “I am well. ”
The truth was in his son’s blue depths and the lilt in the velvet voice; this was all that was needed to calm a father’s concerns, Father understood. The patriarch rose, leaning to give both his children a kiss on the cheek and then excused himself to return to the Winterfest activities.
As Father limped away, the couple returned to their gentle embrace. Their united hearts whispering their love within the silent voice of the bond.
“I have a confession to make,” Catherine said softly, flaming sapphires glowing in the light of a nearby lantern met her emerald jewels. His leonine features inches from hers. “I too, was worried…you were the Phantom tonight. I felt his every conflicting emotion of love, hate, and bitterness…I felt sorry for him…for you. ”
The huge leonine man beneath her drew a deep breath and looked away as he spoke; the curtain of his tawny mane shielded the pained expression on his face. “To make the character of the Phantom come alive, I had to reach inside myself and call up all my love, all my anger, all my hate, to give him the depth and heart I felt he deserved. His obsession destroyed him and everything he loved, in this, is the tragedy…”
Vincent turned back to his beloved’s steady loving gaze. He could always draw peace from them when his mind and soul were in turmoil. “Tonight, in remembering all of my own self hatred and calling upon those feelings, I got wrapped up in the painful emotion of it, projecting it through the character…reliving it. ”His smile showed a pearl tip of a canine. “When it became too intense, I had only to think on you, to feel your love, steady and calm within my heart and could banish those thoughts…center myself again. . . remind myself I was only playing a role. ”He gathered Catherine closer in his arms, her beautiful face inches from his. He looked deep into her green eyes. “Your love has saved me from myself, turning my tragedy into triumph. ”
Catherine smiled and pressed her luscious lips to his unique curved mouth, a kiss of gratitude and deep love. Pulling back, Catherine breathed upon his velvet lips. “Be my Phantom always. ”
Vincent’s body straightened, pressing his lover’s delicate curves firmly against his hard chest as his huge clawed hands splayed across her back and cupped the back of her head. He captured her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss that left them panting from the passion unleashed within them.
“Share each day with me,
Each night, each morning…
Say you love me…”
Vincent sang softly upon her lips, only for her. Catherine answered with a whisper. “I love you. ”
“Love me,
That’s all I ask of you. ”
***
“You alone can make my song take flight…”
---Phantom, Act Two, Scene Nine.
The night, the time of darkness between dusk and dawn, a realm of silence and shadows avoided by those who cling only to the light. His world, his stolen hours to touch an alien land---so briefly---forbidden to his kind by fate. The night is his day, the moon and stars his nocturnal sun. Back alleys and forgotten lanes serve as his boardwalk and he prowls the streets where others fear to tread under an eclipsed sky.
The shadows are his welcome companions, concealing him in their ebony cloaks as he peers from them at the life of light just beyond his reach. He is no more then a shadow himself, an imagined movement just within the nocturnal gloom.
At a scaling height, he stands fast in the stiff winter wind under a spotlight moon, the black billow of his ebony cloak and the golden flag of his mane swirling around him. Millions of blinking lights back-dropped by giant silhouettes that reach for the heavens spread out before him, like an eagle he gazes down upon the vast landscape---His domain?
Upon his lofty perch, he quietly hums a haunting melody the whirling breeze carrying it to every ear. Rejoice, I am your friend of the shadows. Beware, I am your darkest doom. Is he hero or villain; friend or foe; man or ghost? Who is to say---?
“The Phantom of the Night is here, inside your mind!”
***
“It’s over now,
The music of the night!”
---Phantom, Act Two, Scene Nine.
*****
TheEnd
*All quotes taken from the Libretto in The Complete Phantom of the Opera, by George Perry.