Disclaimer: Me not own les mis or phantom
And, for the moment I've been waiting for, the phantom finally comes in, and can have Marius and Éponine talk. I can't seem to make Marius fall in love with her, though. Who caught the pubic/public mix-up, it was a joke from my 7th grade health class. Dark Times.
Marius: Little Lottie, let her mind wander. Little Lottie thought, am I fonder of dolls, or of goblins or shoes. What am I saying? Or of riddles or frocks.
Éponine: Raoul. Those picnics in the attics.
Raoul: Or of chocolates.
Éponine: Father playing the violin. Well, he claimed he did in a fake letter.
Marius: As we read to each other, dark stories of the North.
Éponine: No what I love best, Lottie said, is when I'm asleep in my bed. And the Angel of Music sings songs in my head. God! That's creepy.
Éponine & Marius: The Angel of Music sings songs in my head. (Awkward hug)
Marius: You sang like an angel tonight.
Éponine: Father said, when I'm in heaven child, I will send the Angel of Music to you. Well, Father's dead, Raoul, and I have been visited by the angel of music.
Marius: Oh, no doubt of it. And now, we go to supper.
Éponine: No, the Angel of Music is very strict.
Marius: Well, I shan't keep you up late (Awkward laugh)
Éponine: Raoul, no!
And now to change well the phantom looks through my dressing room mirror.
Monty: Ignorant foo-
Éponine: AHHHHHH, not yet!
Monty: Oh sorry. (Awkward pause) You done putting on a minimal amount of clothes yet?
Éponine: Can't you see through my mirror.
Monty: Is that an invitation? (No answer) I'm just going to blow out the candles.
Éponine: And I thought you were creepy without being the Phantom.
Monty: Insolent boy! This slave of fashion.
Basking in your glory.
Éponine: He's offstage so he's probably basking in Cosette's love.
Monty: Ignorant fool!
Éponine: No need to be mean.
Monty: This brave young suitor, sharing in my triumph.
Éponine: Angel I hear you speak, I listen.
Stay by my side, guide me, but don't.
Angel my soul was weak, forgive me.
Enter at last, Master.
Monty: Flattering child, you shall know me.
See why in shadow I hide, usually from the cops.
Look at your face in the mirror.
I am there inside.
Éponine: Creepy. Angel of Music, Guide and Guardian.
Grant to me your glory.
Angel of Music, hide no longer,
Come to me strange angel.
Monty: I am your angel of Music.
Come to me, angel of music, wait, so she's the angel of music, too?
I am your angel of Music, come to me angel of music.
Marius: Whose is that voice, who is that in there? Christine, I wouldn't go in there if I were you, just listen to that creepy music.
Monty: I am your angel of Music, come to me angel of Music.
Éponine: I don't trust you
Monty: Éponine, what am I going to do to you?
Éponine: How many times have I heard that from you. (Awkwardly takes his hand.)
In sleep, he sang to me.
In dreams, he came.
That voice which calls to me,
And speaks my name,
And do I dream again?
For now I find
The phantom of the opera is there, inside my mind.
Monty: And they said I was obsessed. Hey when did you get makeup on?
Sing once again with me,
Our strange duet,
My power over you
Grows stronger yet.
Éponine: That torch is a little too close.
Monty: And though you turn from me,
To glance behind (sees Éponine looking longingly at Marius, and grabs her chin to pull her head towards him)
The Phantom of the Opera is there,
Inside your mind.
Éponine: Those who have seen your face,
Draw back in fear,
I am the mask you wear.
Monty: It's me, they hear.
Monty & Éponine: My/Your Spirit and Your/My voice, in one combined.
The phantom of the opera is there,
Inside your/my mind.
Monty: Sing, my angel of music, wait she's the angel of music?
Éponine: Is there, the phantom of the opera.
Ahhhhhhhhh, little high, but ok.
Ahhhhhh, oh a little higher, ok, I'll try.
Ahhhhhhh
Monty: Sing for me.
Eponine: ahhhhhhhhh, this is too high!
Monty: Sing my angel of music.
Éponine: MERDE
MERDE
MERDE
Monty: Sing for me!
Éponine: (BLEEP), WHY COULDN'T I JUST HAVE BEEN AUTOTUNED! Are you trying to kill me?
Monty: I have brought you, to the seat of sweet music's throne.
To this kingdom where all must pay homage to music, music.
You have come here, for one purpose and one alone.
Éponine: Because you made me.
Monty: From the moment, I first heard you sing, I have needed you with me, to serve me to sing.
For my music, my music.
Night-time sharpens, heightens each sensation, What sensation?
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination,
Silently the senses abandon their defenses, oh, now I see where this is going.
Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor
Grasp it, sense it - tremulous and tender, awkward turtle
Turn your face away from the garish light of day,
turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light
and listen to the music of the night, is this supposed to be one of those symbolic things where only special people can hear it? Like hearing the people sing, cause I don't hear anything.
Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams!
Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before!
Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar!
And you'll live as you've never lived before
Softly, deftly, music shall surround you
Feel it, hear it, closing in around you, is this a horror movie?
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind,
in this darkness which you know you cannot fight -
the darkness of the music of the night.
Let your mind start a journey through a strange, new world! It's just night, wow.
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before!
Let your soul
Take you where you long to be! Someone excited about darkness, no need to shout.
Only then can you belong to me. 'Ponine already belongs to me.
Floating, falling, sweet intoxication!
Éponine: Awkward turtle…
Monty: Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation!
Éponine: Trust you, you kidnapped me! And there's more-
Monty: Let the dream begin,
let your darker side give in to the power of
the music that I write - the power of the music of the night
(takes a chloroform rag, and puts it over Éponine's mouth, she faints)
Where am I supposed to carry her?
Director: Your bed.
Monty: Wow, this entire scene, man…
You alone can make my song take flight -
help me make the music of the night (Creepily stares at her through the curtain)
(Scene change)
Grantaire (Drunk as usual): Like yellow parchment is his skin,
A great black hole serves as the nose that never grew.
You must be always on your guard, or he will catch you with his magical lasso. Wait, this is a noose.
Fantine: Those who speak of what they know, find too late that prudent silence is wise.
Joseph Buquet, (whispers) that's your character, don't forget it again.
Hold your tongue! (slaps Grantaire)
Grantaire: Ow
Fantine: Keep your hand at the level of your eyes.
Grantaire: Why?
(Scene change)
Éponine (waking up): 'Parnasse, I'm going to kill you.
I remember this was mist,
Swirling mist upon a vast, glassy lake.
There were candles all around,
And on the lake there was a boat,
And in the boat, there was a man,
Montparnasse, is that a diary?
Who was that shape in the shadows,
Whose is the face in the mask? (Takes Montparnasse's mask off)
Monty: Damn you!
You little prying Pandora,
You little demon, I always wanted to tell you that.
Is this what you wanted to see.
Curse you,
You little lying Delilah, you little viper.
Now you cannot ever be free.
Damn you, curse you.
Stranger than you dreamt it, can you even dare to look.
Or bare to think of me, this lonesome gargoyle,
Who seems a beast but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly, secretly.
Oh, Christine.
('Ponine hands ' Parnasse his mask back)
Come we must return, those two fools who run my theatre will be missing you.
Awkward Turtle, hehe. My friend listened to Music of the Night, and she was like, this is so suggestive, and my innocent little mind didn't understand. Now I do.
R&R