Big update this week :) Thanks for the followers and the all the comments. Once again, feel free to leave one (and I CAN accept criticism;)

This week it's two songs in one: Look with your heart and Roomless guy. Enjoy :)


(In Christine's room. Erika is making out with the Persian sitting on the floor.)

Persian: Oh Erika!

E: I must say, I'm very fond of you. It doesn't bother me that you only appear in the book. Although it's never mentioned how well appointed you are.

(E giggles)

Persian: Whatever that means.

(They keep going until Christine calls out for Erika. Erika and the Persian start running around the room. The Persian finds two cymbals sits down while Erika puts a sheet over his head. Christine enters the room)

E: I'm here mum. Don't worry.

C: I told you not to say that ever again. I've always to worry about you when you're alone in a room. With someone…

E: There's no one there.

C: With someone who keeps hiding… What are you doing in my room?

E: Mum, please trust me. There's no one there with me. I promise.

C: Promises are meant to be broken.

E: Don't I know that.

C: Erika. What is it with your manners these days?

E: I'm sorry mum. I'm just a little bit… over excited. You know… that new place… the new people…

C: … the new men…

E: Oh, mum, how can you say that? What do you think of me?

C: You don't want to know.
(Erika is about to cry, stares at her with big eyes, Christine sighs)

C: I'm sorry my dear. I didn't mean what I just said. Not all of it. (Sighs) It's not if you were a big disgrace… just a tiny little bit… overexcited, you said, right? That's all. You know, it was a long day, even for me and… I just want to go to bed. I don't care who waits for me here and even if he waits on my balcony for me, I'll just let him freeze out there and will get undressed and go to sleep.

E: Why are you telling me that, mum?

C: I'm just used to talking to myself. And who knows… maybe someone listens. It was always like that. Just like in the old days. Back at the Opera Populaire.

E: Mum, please don't talk like that. You're not that old. You can still be attractive… if you're trying.

C: Good Lord, who taught you to be so mean?

E: You did.

C: Right, of course. Come here, my little girl.

E: Mum?

C: Yes, dear?

E: Why does daddy always pretend he doesn't know me?

C: It's just his… Don't be disappointed. He loves you.
(Erika stares at her skeptical)
C: In a way… You know love:

Love's a curious thing

E: You always say that when daddy can't satisfy your bodily needs.

(Christine gasps)

C: It often comes disguised

E: Like the mysterious masked man who nailed you, back then at the opera in Paris, right before you married dad?

(Christine hits Erika, Erika rubs her head)

(To the melody of "Look with your heart")

C:

Love's a curious thing

It often comes disguised

Be found in many ways

Not always sexualized

So look with your heart

And not with your breasts

The one who should guide

Is the one in your chest

Don't trust your instincts

Where they lead…Who knows?

Look with your heart

And please don't be gross

Relationships sometimes bore you, but not at the start

So open your eyes

And all that leads you

Comes from the inside

And when you find love

It can't be denied

Learn from someone who failed

Don't make the same mistake

Fulfillment will be found

But don't put love at stake

E:

I'll look for a man

Who bares the right size

We can fool around

C: With you it's just GUYS!

E: Thanks for the advice

C: Ignore what I said

C: Someone I hope
will come to her aid

E: I'll look with my heart
and still will get laid

E: Making love must not be painless, not at the start

C: Erika!

But open your heart

And close your legs tight

If you find a man

Your eternal love…

E: I'll bang another guy instead?

C: (sighs)

You'll figure what's right

E: Thanks again for the advice, mum.

C: Don't ever mention it again.
(Erika giggles)
C (Cold): I'm serious.
(Christine takes the cloth away from the Persian, who grins madly with two cymbals, one in each hand)

C: What is it and what does it do around here?

E: It's….eh…

(The Persian, in panic, claps the cymbals together)

E: It's a musical box. Mr. XXX gave it to me.

(Christine takes a closer look at the Persian)

C: It must be the years. Back then he had more taste.

E: What do you mean by that?

C: Nothing. I too was given a musical box once. That was many years ago. Back then they were smaller… and made more music.

E: I think it was nice of him to give it to me.

C: Have you two already met?

E: No…

C: I hope so, my dear. I hope it, for the sake of you both.

E: Mum, I never know what you're talking about.

C: You'll get used to it. Come, darling. You should go to bed.

E (stares at the Persian): But mum, I'm not tired, I don't have to…

C: Go to your room, darling. (Kisses her on the forehead) Good night, my little sweetheart. Sleep tight.

E: But that box…?

C: It's too heavy for you. Maybe Mr. XXX can send someone in the morning to deliver it to your room?

(Erika stares at the Persian and Christine)

E: I guess so…?

C: Good night then, darling. Come, go to your room.

E: I love you, mum.

(Erika hugs Christine)

C: I love you, too.

(Christine sighs, Erika runs out of the door, Christine looks again at the Persian)

C: Why would anyone give something like this to my daughter? Who designs a musical box in the shape of an old, fat Persian? Why should anyone… No, it can't be him. He had taste. He was so…

(Christine lays herself down on the sofa, still looking in the direction of the Persian)

C: It's just wrong. Whatever it is, it's just wrong.
This is all wrong. Who would invite me because he had heard me sing once? As soon as I got the letter, I thought: Great! That must be HIM! But now…it seems so wrong. It's just not like him at all, I guess. Nothing reminds me of him. The Amusement Park… This whole place… (Sighs) …and especially not that unsightly musical box.

(Christine picks up the cloth again and wants to cover the Persian, when the lights are dimmed; Christine starts looking around and discovers the Phantom at her balcony)

C: What the…?

(The musical intro starts playing before Christine can finish)

(to the melody of "Beneath a moonless sky")

C:
I should have known this is your fault

I guess I should have never come

Is this what you're so proud about?

You've stamped each girl… or at least some

(Turns around, P stares at her butt cheeks, tries to touch them)

How dare you try to touch them now?

You could have claimed them years ago

When they were smoother … and less wrinkled…

P:

Oh Christine, my Christine

I can't think of nothing but them…

Ahem… (Repeats note) YOU

My Christine, on that night when we first went to bed

Ah, Christine, you came to see where I lured

Or is it all just blurred

Blurred in your mind?

C:

I can't remember…

P:

Therefore I'm telling you again…

Once there was a night, I was a room less guy

C: Oh, that night!

P: What?

C: Yeah, right, I know, where we, you know… and how often we… and in which positions… All right, that's sorted out, then. Thanks.

P: But I thought… Christine, I've prepared a whole song just for that night. I thought… Isn't this the perfect time?

C: You call that the perfect time? It's late and it's cold. And I'm tired. How can this be the perfect time? Can't you sing for me in the morning, after I've had a nice, long sleep?

P: But our reunion…the first meeting, after all those years of… hidden love... repressed feelings… please, Christine, this is an occasion to sing!

C (Sighs): All right, I guess we have to.

P:

Once there was a night, I was a room less guy

Struggling to seduce you, too horny not to try

C:

You stole my virginity, then said "Goodbye"

I couldn't slap your face, though many times I tried

C: And I touched you

P: I undressed you

C&P: And we felt the blood began to rise

C: Strangled you with bare hands

P: My hopes set in the skies

C: And I kicked you

P: And I liked that

C: I enjoyed it

P: So did I, too

C&P: And with every thrust and painful sigh

P: Scared not to satisfy

C: It's not all about size

P: But though an all-time high

Between your lustful thighs

C: That's not about repressed feelings at all, those are repressed urges. That's not romantic!

P: But Christine, what's more romantic then a room less guy?

C: Don't you mean "moonless sky"?

P: No. What should be romantic about THAT? "Ooh, we can't see the moon, let's go out in the dark, rip off our clothes and have a nice…"

C:

While blind as a bat, the flesh moved into flesh

Though darkness was my friend, you couldn't see my rash

P:

Resting in my arms, your body seemed so weak

No murmur to be heard, even no tiny shriek

P: And I kissed you

C: And I hit you

C&P: And your/my blood covered us soon too

C&P: And you/I made me/you do things
I'd/ you'd never dare to do

P: And I loved

C: I fist-fucked you

(The Persian turns his head and stares at both)

P: I yelled at you

C: I liked that, too

C&P: With so many urges to deny

P: Positions we could find

C: And everywhere you'd try

P: The front and from behind

C: Me and a room less guy

P:

And we slept covered in our body fluids

Thought I'd dreamt your fist in me, though you said you did

You wanted me to stay I said "Goodbye"

Could not live in your house and still be a room less guy

C:

And I cursed you

Yes, I cursed you

I should have hit you right on the head

No virgin I was more

Yet stayed alone in bed

P: Still I loved you

C: still fist-fucked you

P: I forgive you

C: That's nice of you

P: And I banged you, clothes flew in the sky

C: We both knew why

And yet I won't regret

P: And still it makes me cry

C&P: Everything seemed perfect

You were my room less guy / I was your room less guy

P: And now…

C: I go to sleep (kisses him on the forehead, cold) Good night.

P: No, Christine. Please. I've prepared another song.

Persian (through his teeth): Goddamnit!

(The Phantom takes out a folder with musical notes and starts singing)

(to the melody of "Once upon another time")

P: Once upon another time
our story had only begun…

C (interrupts him): That doesn't seem right. Let me rephrase it for you.

(to the melody of "Once upon another time")

Never in a million years

Ever are you going to have fun…

(Christine takes the folder and hits him over the head; she leaves)

(The Phantom stops and turns to the Persian)

(The Persian takes a quick look at him whilst grinning, then turns his head again)

P: You can stop now. She's gone.

(The Persian sighs and puts the cymbals away)

P: But I guess she will be back. That's HER bedroom. I wonder where she went.

(The Persian is stretching, he aches all over)

P: What are you doing here? You weren't even in the first musical. Your character was left out. Just the little monkey shaped music box was there to remind of you. (Looks at him again) Which wasn't that wrong, I guess…? Why are you here? What do you do?

(Persian shrugs)

Persian: Why do you ask me for the plot? I'm only in the book.

P: And what were you doing in that room?

Persian: I met this girl, you see… Erika… (He sighs)

P: What a curios name.

Persian: That's what I thought, too. But then I saw her…

P: Quick, get out; I think she's coming back.

(The Persian flees by using the balcony, Christine enters the room)

C: Who were you talking to? (She starts looking around in the room) Where is he hiding?

P: There is no one there… except me and you…

C: Oh, stop that romantic nonsense. There was someone inside here. (Stops)

Where is the musical box?

P: It has been dragged out of your room. Just like you wanted it.

C: I talked with Erika about it. You were eavesdropping, again, weren't you? (Christine takes another look at the place where the Persian sat) And why are his cymbals still here?

P: Christine, please, let's not talk about it. All that matters is, that you are here… you came back.

C: This is my bedroom, what did you expect?

P: It could be our bedroom.

C: No, it can't and it won't. Oh please, it's only the first night and you're already begging for it. You're a disgrace.

P: You dare to talk to me like that?

C: Why shouldn't I? I've heard there had been no "accidents" on Coney Island so far. You haven't killed anyone. Or at least, no one has noticed.

P: Christine, I've never killed anyone. (Grabs her hand, looks her deeply in the eyes) Ever.

C: Yeah, right, I know. (Winks)

P: You're finally here. With me. Again.

C: You're the one to talk. You didn't invite me earlier.

P: Let's not talk about faults. Christine, you're back. There are so many…

(Erika interrupts by calling for Christine off the stage, then approaches the room in a cute short baby doll)

E: Mother, what a scare

What a dream, an awful dream

No one here to share

My bed with me while I sleep

C: Oh my poor girl. What's wrong with your voice again? What's happened?

E: Mum…I didn't sleep well… I had a nightmare…

(Erika falls into Christine's arms, Christine strokes her back)

C: You had a bad dream?

(Erika nods)

E: I was alone in my bedroom.

C: What were you afraid of? What happened in your dream?

E: What are you talking about? That was the bad dream…

C: That you were alone in your bedroom… (Sighs)

(Erika falls back into her arms, Christine sighs; Erika turns around, discovers the Phantom, straightens her dress)

E: Oh… and who is that with you?

C: That's…

P: Mr. XXX

E: So this is your place then. Oh my god, I'm so excited! Nice to meet you, sir!

P: And you must be the young… Vicomte de Chagny's… Girl.

E: I'm Erika.

(The Phantom kisses her hand, Erika blushes and giggles)

C: You surely shouldn't be doing this…

P: Please madam, it's my pleasure.

C: I was afraid you'd say that.

P: So, my dear Erika… Have you enjoyed yourself so far?

(Erika nods, giggles, Christine pushed her and shakes her head)

P: Have you enjoyed the sights? Or did you go swimming?

E: No. No one showed me round this place.

P: Would you care to see some more of it? I guess you haven't been to an Amusement Park before.

(Erika shakes her head, looking innocent)

P: I could show you myself.

Tell me where you'd like to go

Tell me what you want to see

C (poking Erika): I know, what you're thinking about. Stop it!

Madam please, I insist

E:

Can you show me, if you please?

Things that free my fantasies

You look kind and as it seems

Bring me closer to my dreams.

(The Phantom laughs charmingly)
P: That's nice, my young lady. I could take you on a little tour tomorrow.

E: You are so kind.

C (To the Phantom): I warned you.

P: I don't seem to quite understand, my dear…

C: Suit yourself!

E: So, you're going to show me round? That's so exciting! Mum, isn't Mr. XXX lovely?

C: Of course dear. And now go to sleep.

E: But mum… No good night kiss?

C: You've already had one. Just go.

P: What a strict upbringing. Poor girl!

C (whispers to the Phantom): You'll regret what you said. Just wait. You'll see.

E: So, would YOU give me a good night kiss then?

P (getting uncomfortable): Ohh… I don't… you're…

E: Oh please, one little kiss won't hurt you. Or me.

C: Erika, get out. You're behaving inappropriately, as always.

E: I just want to be nice. And sweet. Just like he is.

(Erika hugs the Phantom, Christine sighs and embraces her, pulling her away from the Phantom)

C: My cute little angel (Kisses her) There, you've had your kiss. Now go to sleep.

E (Whispering to Christine): I didn't want a kiss from you.

C: I know, dear. Go back to bed. There's nothing to worry about. You'll just sleep good and tight…. and ALONE in your bed.

E: I was afraid of that.

(Christine grins while Erika leaves the room; She stops again for waving to the Phantom, who waves back, and then exits)

C: Oh dear. You don't even know what she's up to. Of course, I can imagine…

P: You're not very nice to your own daughter. Don't you worry her father wouldn't like that?

C: I guess he's very unhappy about it.

(Silence; Christine lays down on a chaise longue)

P: Christine… You…

(Phantom stops, starts walking around; He takes a look at Christine who smiles back to him)

P: You know why you're here.

C: Yes, you gave me that room and therefore I'm very grateful.

P: No Christine… I mean… you know why I'm here, right?

C: Yes. But no.

P: What?

C: Yes, I know why you're here but No, it's not going to happen. And I won't let you wait here till I'm asleep. I know you're desperate.

P: That's not what I mean.

C: Yeah, but it's what you want.

P: Christine! I was talking about your aria. The piece of music I've written only for you. This reveals all true feelings… deals with the lost love… tries to speak of unspeakable things…

C: You mean like the time when I…

(Christine tries to express things she did to him)

P (interrupts): No not that.

C: Or how the other guy and you…

P (interrupts again): No, of course not.

C: Oh. But how about when you and I… And I was on top of you while you… and my hands were there to… while the one leg was there and the other leg… and I kissed your feet temporarily… (Christine tries to show what they did)

P: Alright, that. Maybe. No, Christine. That's beside the point. I've written it for you. For you alone. No one will ever be able to sing it again.

(Christine opens the folder)

C: Why, is it so difficult?

P: No, Christine. I've written it for you, exclusively. You will be the only one who sings it. No one will ever again. Isn't this romantic?

C: Not really.

P: You'll sing. Just for me.
My spirit and your voice…

C: I know, I know…

Take me from behind

P: That's not as I wrote it.

C: I know. But it's what you wanted to write. And I get it. (Cold, uninterested) It's so nice of you. It's lovely. I'm very thrilled. I'm excited. I'm honored. My angel of music. I don't know what to say. Except, maybe: I'M TIRED AND I WANT TO GO TO BED!

P: But Christine… You have to sing for me…

C: NOW?!

P: No, of course not. On the gala night, as you promised me. You'll have to do it!

C: Of course I'll do it. And I didn't promise you, you booked me. And I got already paid. Why shouldn't I sing?

P: Because you are afraid that you may be taking someone's place, who runs mad afterwards and will kill you at the very end?

C: How did you come up with that?

P: It's predictable, isn't it?

C: No. I don't care whose position I invade. Isn't this something you should take care of? After all it's your show… your production, or whatever.

P: Don't worry, Christine. I won't let that happen. You're back. You're mine. Again.

C: Or, as the raven said: Nevermore.

P: But Edgar Allan Poe didn't teach him how to sing.

C: That's a good thing. Who knows what he would have done to it then.

(Phantom laughs and sighs)

P: It's so good to have you back again.

C: I know. And tomorrow you can have some more of me. Good night!

(Christine smiles and pushes the Phantom outside on the balcony then closes the doors. She sighs and takes off her blouse, while the Phantom screams from the outside)

P: Christine! Christine let me in! Someone took my ladder! Christine! Please, it's cold! Christine, I know you can hear me! CHRISTINE! For God's sake…

(While Christine rests on her chaise lounge again she opens the folder, takes out a piece, starts humming, cocks an eyebrow and sighs again)

C: That sounds stupid.

(She writes/ adds a few words, then smiles again and puts it back; meanwhile the Phantom jumps off the balcony)

P (off the stage): CHRIST! MY BACK! OUCH!

(Christine turns off the light)

C: (humming in her sleep)

(to the melody of "Once upon another time")

Once upon another night

You were not freezing outside my room…


Poor Phantom. Get's ditched by Christine once more. Now it's up to you, reader: What do you think? What's going to happen next? Will the Phantom ever be able to forgive Christine? And what about the Persian? What has he to do with it all? Question upon question...

Thanx for reading once more!