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Phantom of the Opera

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Prologue-The Stage of the Paris Opera, 1911
AUCTIONEER:
Sold. Your number, sir? Thank you.
Lot 663, then, ladies and gentlemen:
a poster for this house's production of "Hannibal" by Chalumeau.
PORTER:
Showing here.
AUCTIONEER:
Do I have ten francs? Five then. Five I am bid.
Six, seven. Against you, sir, seven.
Eight. Eight once. Selling twice.
Sold, to Raoul, Vicomte de Chagny.
Lot 664: a wooden pistol and three human skulls
from the 1831 production of "Robert le Diable" by Meyerbeer.
T en francs for this. Ten, thank you.
Ten francs still. Fifteen, thank you, sir Fifteen I am bid.
Going at fifteen. Your number, sir?
665, ladies and gentlemen:
a papier-mache musical box, in the shape of a barrel-organ.
Attached, the figure of a monkey in Persian robes playing the cymbals.
This item, discovered in the vaults of the theatre, still in working
order.
PORTER:
Showing here.
AUCTIONEER:
May I start at twenty francs? Fifteen, then?
Fifteen I am bid Sold, for thirty francs to the Vicomte de Chagny.
Thank you, sir.
RAOUL:
A collector's piece indeed . . . every detail exactly as she said . . .
She often spoke of you, my friend ....Your velvet lining, and your
figurine of lead...
Will you still play, when all the rest of us are dead?
AUCTIONEER:
Lot 666, then: a chandelier in pieces.
Some of you may recall the strange affair of the Phantom of the Opera:
a mystery never fully explained.
We are told, ladies and gentlemen,
that this is the very chandelier which figures in the famous disaster.
Our workshops have repaired it and wired parts of it for the new
electric light,
so that we may get a hint of how it may look when reassembled.
Perhaps we may frighten away the ghost of so many years ago
with a little illumination, gentlemen?
Hannibal
Hannibal
ARLOTTA:
This trophy from our saviours, from our saviours!
From the enslaving force of Rome!
GIRL'S CHORUS:
With feasting and dancing and song, tonight in celebration, we greet
the victorious throng, returned to bring salvation!
MEN'S CHORUS:
The trumpets of Carthage resound! Hear, Romans, now and tremble! Hark
to our step on the ground!
ALL:
Hear the drums -- Hannibal comes!
PIANGI:
Sad to return to find the land
we love threatened once more by Roma's far-reaching grasp,
REYER:
Signor . . . if you please: "Rome".
We say "Rome' not "Roma"
PIANGI:
Si, si, Rome, not Roma. Is very hard for me.
LEFEVRE:
This way, gentlemen, this way.
Rehearsals, as you see, are under way, for a new production of
Chalumeau's "Hannibal".
Ladies and gentlemen, some of you may already, perhaps, have met M.
Andre and M. Firmin ...
REYER:
I'm sorry, M. Lefevre, we are rehearsing.
If you wouldn't mind waiting a moment?
LEFEVRE:
My apologies, M. Reyer. Proceed, proceed ...
REYER:
Thank you, monsieur.
"Sad to return..." Signor ...
LEFEVRE:
M. Reyer, our chief repetiteur. Rather a tyrant, I'm afraid.
PIANGI:
Sad to return to find the land we love
threatened once more by Rome's far-reaching grasp.
Tomorrow, we shall break the chains of Rome.
Tonight, rejoice - your army has come home.

LEFEVRE:
Signor Piangi, our principal tenor.
He does play so opposite La Carlotta.
GIRY:
Gentlemen, please! If you would kindly move to one side?
LEFEVRE:
My apologies, Mme. Giry.
Mme. Giry, our ballet mistress.

I don't mind confessing, M. Firmin, I shan't be sorry to be rid of the
whole blessed business.
FIRMIN:
I keep asking you, monsieur, why exactly are you retiring?
LEFEVRE:
We take a particular pride here in the excellence of our ballets.
ANDRE:
Who's that girl, Lefevre?
LEFEVRE:
Her? Meg Giry, Madame Giry's daughter.
Promising dancer, M. Andre, most promising.
GIRY:
You! Christine Daa? Concentrate, girl!
MEG:
Christine . . . What's the matter?
FIRMIN:
Daa? Curious name
LEFEVRE:
Swedish.
ANDRE:
Any relation to the violinist?
LEFEVRE;
His daughter, I believe.
Always has her head in the clouds, I'm afraid.
CHORUS:
Bid welcome to Hannibal's guests -the elephants of Carthage!
As guides on our conquering quests, Dido sends Hannibal's friends!
CARLOTTA:
Once more to my welcoming arms my love returns in splendour!
PIANGI:
Once more to those sweetest of charms my heart and soul surrender!
CHORUS:
The trumpeting elephants sound -- hear, Romans, now and tremble! Hark
to their step on the ground -- hear the drums! Hannibal drums!
LEFEVRE:
Ladies and gentlemen - Madame Giry, thank you - may I have your
attention, please?
As you know, for some weeks there have been rumours of my Imminent
retirement.
I can now tell you that these were all true and it is my pleasure to
introduce to you
the two gentlemen who now own the Opera Populaire, M. Richard Firmin
and M. Gilles Andre.
Gentlemen, Signora Carlotta Giudicelli, our leading soprano for five
seasons now.
ANDRE:
Of course, of course. I have experienced all your greatest roles,
Signora.

LEFEVRE:
And Signor Ubaldo Piangi.
FIRMIN:
An honour, Signor.
ANDRE:
If I remember rightly, Elissa has a rather fine aria in Act Three of
"Hannibal".
I wonder, Signora, if, as a personal favour, you would oblige us with a
private rendition?
Unless of course, M. Reyer objects . . .
CARLOTTA:
My manager commands . . . M. Reyer?
REYER:
My diva commands. Will two bars be sufficient introduction?
FIRMIN:
Two bars will be quite sufficient
REYER:
Signora?
CARLOTTA:
Maestro.
CARLOTTA:
Think of me, think of me fondly
when we've said goodbye ...
Remember me, Every so often,
Please promise me you'll try ...
On that day, that not so distant day,
when you are far away and free,
if you ever find a moment, spare a thought for me ...
Think of me, think of me...
CHORUS:
The Phantom of the Opera! He's with us, he's a ghost ...
He's here! The Phantom of the Opera!
LEFEVRE:
     Signora! Are you all right? Buquet! Where is Buquet? Get that man down
     here! Chief of the flies. He's responsible for this.
     Buquet! For God's sake, man, what's going on up there?
BUQUET:
     Please monsieur don't look at me:
     as God's my witness,I was not at my post.
     Please monsieur, there's no one there:
     and if there is, well then, it must be a ghost . . .
MEG:
     He's there; the Phantom of the Opera ..
ANDRE:
     Good heavens! Will you show a little courtesy?
FIRMIN:
     Mademoiselle, please ...
ANDRE:
     These things do happen!
CARLOTTA:
     Si! These things do happen! Well, until you stop these things
     happening, this thing does not happen!
     Ubaldo! Andiamo!
PIANGI:
     Amateurs!
LEFEVRE:
     I don't think there's much more to assist you, gentlemen. Good luck.
     If you need me, I shall be in Frankfurt .
ANDRE:
     La Carlotta will be back.
GIRY:
    You think so, messieurs? I have a message, sir, from the Opera Ghost.
FIRMIN:
     God in Heaven, you're all obsessed!
GIRY:
     He merely welcomes you to his opera house
     and commands you to continue to leave Box Five empty for his use
     and reminds you that his salary is due.
FIRMIN:
    His salary?
GIRY:
     Monsieur Lefevre paid him twenty thousand francs a month.
     Perhaps you can afford more, with the Vicomte de Chagny as your patron.
ANDRE:
     Madame, I had hoped to have made that announcement myself.
GIRY:
     Will the Vicomte be at the performance tonight, monsieur?
FIRMIN:
     Yes, in our box.
ANDRE:
     Madame who is the understudy for this role?
REYER:
     There is no understudy, monsieur - the production is new.
MEG:
     Christine Daae could sing it, sir.
FIRMIN:
     The chorus girl?
MEG:
     She's been taking lessons from a great teacher
ANDRE:
     From whom?
CHRISTINE:
     I don't know, sir . . .
FIRMIN:
     Oh, not you as well! Can you believe it?
     A full house - and we have to cancel!
GIRY:
     Let her sing for you monsieur. She has been well taught!
REYER:
     From the beginning of the aria then, mam'selle.
Hannibal
Think of Me
CHRISTINE:
     Think of me, think of me fondly, when we've said goodbye. Remember me
     every so often -- promise me you'll try.
FIRMIN:
     Andre, this is doing nothing for my nerves.
ANDRE:
     Don't fret, Firmin.
CHRISTINE:
     On that day, that not so distant day, when you are far away and free,
     if you ever find a moment, spare a thought for me ...
     And though it's clear, though it was always clear that this was never
     meant to be, if you happen to remember, stop and think of me ....
     Think of August when the trees were green - don't think about the ways
     things might have been ...
     Think of me, think of me waking, silent and resigned. Imagine me,
     trying too hard to put you from my mind. Think of me, please say you'll
     think of me, whatever else you choose to do -- There will never be a
     day when I won't think of you ...
RAOUL:
     Can it be? Can it be Christine? Brava! ... Brava!
     Long ago ... It seems so long ago ... How young and innocent we were
     ... She may not remember me, but I remember her ...
CHRISTINE:
     Flowers fade, the fruits of Summer fade -- they have their season, so

     do we ... But please promise me that sometimes, you will think ... ...
     of me!
GIRY:
     Yes, you did well. He will be pleased.
     (to the DANCERS) And you! You were a disgrace tonight!
     Such ronds de jambe! Such temps de cuisse! Come, we rehearse. Now!
Angel of Music
PHANTOM:
     Brava, brava, bravissima ...
MEG:
     Where in the world have you been hiding?
     Really, you were perfect!
     I only wish I knew your secret!
     Who is this new tutor?
CHRISTINE:
     Father once spoke of an angel ...
     I used to dream he'd appear ...
     Now as I sing I can sense him ...
     And I know he's here ...
     Here in this room he calls me softly ...
     somewhere inside ... hiding ...
     Somehow I know he's always with me ...
     he - the unseen genius ...
MEG:
     I watched your face from the shadows
     Distant through all the applause
     I hear your voice in the darkness,
     but the words aren't yours
CHRISTINE:
     Angel of Music! Guide and guardian!
     Grant to me your glory!
MEG:
     Who is this angel? This ...
BOTH:
     Angel of Music! Hide no longer!
     Secret and strange angel ...
CHRISTINE:
     He's with me, even now ...
MEG:
     Your hands are cold ...
CHRISTINE:
     All around me ...
MEG:
     Your face, Christine, it's white ...
CHRISTINE:
     It frightens me...
MEG:
     Don't be frightened ...
GIRY:
     Meg Giry. Are you a dancer?
     Then come and practice.
     My dear, I was asked to give you this.
CHRISTINE:
     A red scarf ... the attic ... Little Lotte ...
ANDRE:
     A tour de force! No other way to describe it!
FIRMIN:
     What a relief! Not a single refund!
MME. FIRMIN:
     Greedy.
ANDRE:
     Richard, I think we've made quite a discovery in Miss Daa?
FIRMIN:
     Here we are, Monsieur le Vicomte.
RAOUL:
     Gentlemen if you wouldn't mind.
     This is one visit I should prefer to make unaccompanied.
ANDRE:
     As you wish, monsieur.
FIRMIN:
     They appear to have met before ...
CHRISTINE:
     A red scarf ... the attic ... Little Lotte ...
ANDRE:
     A tour de force! No other way to describe it!
FIRMIN:
     What a relief! Not a single refund!
MME. FIRMIN:
     Greedy.
ANDRE:
     Richard, I think we've made quite a discovery in Miss Daa?
FIRMIN:
     Here we are, Monsieur le Vicomte.
RAOUL:
     Gentlemen if you wouldn't mind.
     This is one visit I should prefer to make unaccompanied.
ANDRE:
     As you wish, monsieur.
FIRMIN:
     They appear to have met before ...
                                Little Lotte
RAOUL:
     Christine Daae, where is your scarf?
CHRISTINE:
     Monsieur?
RAOUL:
     You can't have lost it. Not after all the trouble I took.
     I was just fourteen and soaked to the skin ...
CHRISTINE:
     Because you had run into the sea to fetch my scarf.
     Oh, Raoul. So it is you!
RAOUL:
     Christine.
     Little lotte Let your mind wander ...
CHRISTINE:
     Remember that, too ... ?
RAOUL:
     Little lotte thought: Am I fonder of dolls,
BOTH:
     Or of goblins or shoes
CHRISTINE:
     Or of riddles or 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!
CHRISTINE:
     Father said, "When I'm in heaven, child, I will send the Angel of Music
     to you".
     Well, father is dead, Raoul, and I have been visited by the Angel of
     Music.
RAOUL:
     There's no doubt of that. But now, we'll go to supper!
CHRISTINE:
     No, Raoul, the Angel of Music is very strict.
RAOUL:
     I shan't keep you up late!
CHRISTINE:
     No, Raoul ...
RAOUL:
     You must change. I must get my hat. Two minutes Little Lotte.
CHRISTINE:
     Raoul!
     Things have changed, Raoul.
                                 The Mirror
PHANTOM:
     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:

     Flattering child,
     you shall know me,
     see why in shadow I hide!

     Look at your face in the mirror -
     I am there ins