THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA WITH SINGING AND DIALOGUE!
Christine:In sleep he sang to me
Erik:That's me, I sang to you
Christine:In dreams he came
Erik:By he she means me. Git-R-Dun!
Christine:That voice which calls to me
Erik:Christine, Christine! I'm the voice which calls to you!
Christine:And speaks my name
Erik:I'm speaking your name! See, listen, Christine, Christine, Christine!
Christine:And do I dream again
Erik:I can answer that question. You're not dreaming it's just my power over you that makes it seem like a dream. That's all there is to it!
Christine:For now I find
Erik:What? My contact lens? Thank you!
Christine:The Phaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaantom of the Opera is there
Erik:That's me and I'm right here
Christine:Inside my mind
Erik:Oh yah! I forgot I am there too!
Christine:Shhh! Your part is next!
Erik:Sorry! Wait for it!
He hears the proper note and begins.
Erik:Sing once again with me
Christine:Okay! I'd love to!
Erik:Our strange duet!
Christine:I know it's a duet but I don't consider it strange! I love it1
Erik:My power over you
Christine:You have power over me? Cool!
Erik:Grows stronger yet
Christine:You mean they're getting stronger?
Erik:And though you turn from me
Christine:Wha! Why would I do that?
Erik:To glance behind
Christine:Oops sorry! I just say something back there!
Erik:The Phaaaaaaantom of the Opera is there
Christine:Where? I don't see him.
Erik:Inside your mind
Christine:Oh so that's why I couldn't see him
Erik:Christine, it's your turn again! Quit fiddling with yuor night gown
Christine:I look like a whore
Erik:That's because you are one and I like this look, leave it be. It's time for you to sing again!
Christine:Oh! Those who have seen your face
Erik:And that's not too many people!
Christine:Draw back in fear
Erik:Well, you see, that's the reason I wear a mask! I thought you knew this.
Christine:I am the mask you wear
Erik:Really? (takes off mask and looks at it) No you aren't this is just plain porcelain. Besides, you're too big to fit on my face1
Christine:Are you calling me fat? Nevermind, just sing!
Erik:Oh, sorry! It's me they hear!
Christine:But it's my voice not yours.
Erik/Christine:Your/my spirit and my/your voice in one combined!
Erik:They really do sound like they are one voice.
Erik/Christine:The Phaaaaaaantom of the Opera is there
Christine:Where? I still can't see him!
Erik/Christine:Inside your/my mind!
Christine:Oh he's in my mind! I get it! No wait, no I don't!
Erik:Sopranos! They're idiots!
Other sopranos:Hey, that's not nice! We learn Christine's part for you!
Erik:Sorry! (looks away from angry girls)
Mysterious voices in the background:He's there the Phantom of the Opera!
Erik:That's right, I'm here!
M.V.I.T.B.G:Beware the Phantom of the Opera!
Erik:Yes, beware me, the Phantom of the Opera!
Christine:Why should I beware him if he's inside my mind!
Erik:In all your fantasies
Christine:Really?
Erik:You always knew
Christine:Knew what?
Erik:That man and mystery
Christine:Were both in you?
Erik/Christine:And in this labyrinth where night is blind the Phaaaaaaantom of the Opera is there/here inside your/my mind.
Erik:Sing my angel of music!
Christine:...
Erik:AHEM! I said, Sing my angel of music!
Christine:When is this angel gonna start singing?
Erik:You're the angel, now sing! (hits her in th back of the head with the stick)
Christine:Ouch!Fine, I'll sing! He's there the Phantom of the Opera!
Erik:Thank you! It tookl long enough!
Christine:Ahhhhh ahhh ahhh ahh ahh ahh ahhh ahhhhhh!
Erik:Sing my angel, sing!
Christine:Ahhhhhh ahhh ahhh ahh ahh ahh ahhh ahhhhhh!
Erik:Sing for me!
Christine:Ahhhhhh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahhhhhh!
Erik:I'm not supposed to say anything but BUTTER TOAST!
Christine:Ahhhhh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahhhhhhhh!
Erik:Now I'm supposed to say something but I forgot what so, FRENCH FRIES AREN'T REALLY FRENCH!
Christine:Ahhhhhhhhhhh!
Erik:She's awfully loud!
Christine:Ahhhhhhhhhhh!
Erik:Why can't she pipe down a little, my head hurts!
Christine:Ahhhhhhhhhh!
Just as she is about to sing the last note Michael Crawford jumps out and sings it: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Erik:...
Christine:Hey, that's my part!
Numorous Gerry Phans who hate Michael Crawford come running in with guns and lassoes:Get him!
They all pounce on him and begin their torture!