Be Happy...Somehow

Impossible is just a big word thrown around by small men who find it easier to live in the world they've been given than to explore the power they have to change it. Impossible is not a fact. It's an opinion. Impossible is not a declaration. It's a dare. Impossible is potential. Impossible is temporary. IMPOSSIBLE IS NOTHING.

Thursday, December 30, 2004

Angel of 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 (spell-bound)
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!
(The figure of the PHANTOM becomes discernible behind the mirror)
CHRISTINE (ecstatic)
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 ...
(CHRISTINE walks towards the glowing, shimmering glass.
Meanwhile, RAOUL has returned. He hears the voices and is puzzled.
He tries the door It is locked)
RAOUL
Whose is that voice . . .?
Who is that in there . . .?
(Inside the room the mirror opens.
Behind it, in an inferno of white light,
stands the PHANTOM. He reaches forward
and takes CHRISTINE firmly, but not fiercely, by the wrist.
His touch is cold, and CHRISTINE gasps)
PHANTOM
I am your Angel of Music . . .
Come to me: Angel of Music . . .
(CHRISTINE disappears through the mirror,
which closes behind her The door of the dressing room suddenly
unlocks and swings open, and RAOUL enters to find the room empty)
RAOUL
Christine!

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home