moves away and follows her. As CHRISTINE is about to open the dressing room door, she hears the PHANTOM's voice out of nowhere) PHANTOM'S VOICE Bravi
Opera is there inside your/my mind . . . OFFSTAGE VOICES He's there, the Phantom of the Opera . . . Beware the Phantom of the Opera . . . PHANTOM In all
The Phantom of the Opera will kill . . . RAOUL This phantom is a fable . . . Believe me . . . CHRISTINE . . . and kill again! RAOUL There is no Phantom of the Opera
THE STAGE OF THE PARIS OPERA, 1905 (The contents of the opera house is being auctioned off. An AUCTIONEER, PORTERS, BIDDERS, and RAOUL, seventy now
. FIRMIN are seen making their way towards the dressing room, the MANAGERS in high spirits, bearing champagne) ANDRE A tour de force! No other way
A GRAVEYARD (A mausoleum with hanging moss. In the centre a pyramid of skulls in front of a cross.) CHRISTINE You were once my one companion . . . you
the hood of his robe, the PHANTOM has come to the party. With dreadful wooden steps he descends the stairs and takes the centre of the stage) PHANTOM
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 . . .? RAOUL
with his magical lasso! (A trap opens up centre stage casting a shadow of the PHANTOM as he emerges. The GIRLS, linking hands, run off terrified. The PHANTOM
out far enough From desolation row Across the street they?ve nailed the curtains They?re getting ready for the feast The phantom of the opera In a perfect
binoculars Then I gas ya like a paid latino down at Banco Popular Rah Digga underground and gon' always blow the spot for ya Longest runnin' shit since the phantom of the opera
last lifeform standing Carbon based pardons ain't enough My stilts truly personify the serbonite flea circus We urchins merkin on daily I catapult brain opera
me back But no matter where I'm at, I always rock the show The niggas next up on the mic, y'all niggas gots to go Phantom of the opera, yo I blow scenes
It's all good we got passports to get in [Chamillionaire] Respect my turf in the underground circuit I'm like the owner But I let others borrow it, you
the legend. The Phantom Opera Ghost M: I am what man has made me. With his hate and cruel ways Y: Why are you? M: Why am I? Y&M: The Phantom Opera Ghost
to me, strange angel PHANTOM I am your Angel of Music Come to me: Angel of Music RAOUL Whose is that voice? Who is that in there? PHANTOM I am your
) Phantom: I am your angel of music (gloved hand [phantom's] comes out of opened mirror; Christine reaches for it) Raoul:(Spoken) Christine! Christine! Phantom