Disclaimer: I do not own Phantom of the Opera, nor any of its characters, nor Box Five. If I did, I probably wouldn't be posting here—I'd be in Cancun.
Box Five
If only I could talk…
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People would pay to listen to me;
I have many interesting things to say!
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The other Boxes could boast of
Emperors and scandals,
Affairs and rumors.
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But I!
I could tell the whole world
Of the mystery that has astounded everyone
Since the beginning of the Opera House!
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The Opera Ghost himself favored me above all;
I have a perfect view of the stage,
As every audience member can tell.
They do not know, however,
That I hold a secret compartment!
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That is where the Ghost sat when
He wished to be heard but not seen.
Poor Mme. Giry! She grew quite upset
The first time he spoke to her,
Asking for a footstool!
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If I could laugh, I would have then.
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I knew it was he who caused the chandelier
To fall. He whispered his plot to the managers
Already seated in my velvet chairs seconds before it occurred.
I was the one who heard his soft laughter
As La Carlotta let out a loud co-ack!
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But most of all, I would speak of his love story:
The moment he first set eyes on the chorus girl,
The pride in those same eyes as his student triumphed
Again and again. He brought her to me once; they enjoyed
An opera and afterwards, he whispered to me:
"She loves me!"
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I wanted to believe him;
He treated me very well, for a Box.
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Yet, I was there when she disappeared in front
Of the whole house. He never returned to me after that.
She never returned to the stage. The boy he had
Fretted over never returned to the audience.
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I'm a smart Box:
I put the pieces together.
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Now, over one hundred years later,
I too can tell of royalty and scandal,
Affairs and rumors.
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But people would really want to hear the Ghost's story…
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If only I could find someone to listen…
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If only I could talk…