"Don Juan Triumphant?" she asked, "yes, my dear," he smiled, playing some more music, creating it. "You want me to sing this again?" Christine asked, "yes, I want you to feel that same passion," he said, walking up behind her, one hand on her waist, the other tracing her collar bone. "The same fire, raw and bright," he squeezed her waist with both hands before turning her around.
"Past the point of no return,
No backward glances,
Our game of waiting is at an end,
Past all thought of if or when,
No use of hiding,
Abandon thought and let light descend!
What raging fire has flood the soul?
The rich desire unlocks that door,
The sweet seduction that lies between us...
Past the point of no return,
The final threshold,
What warm, delightful secrets that they will learn,
Beyond the point of no return?"
"You have brought me to that moment life was dry,
To that moment where nothing was heard but silence,
Silence,
I have stayed here,
Knowing the very reason why,
In my mind and heart I knew it was right,
When our bodies entwined,
Love and lust with unspoken silence,
And now I'm here with you,
No second thoughts,
I already decided,
Decided...
Past the point of no return,
Don't want to go back now,
Our passion play that we've begun,
Past all thought of right and wrong,
One final question:
How long should we two wait until it is done?
When will the blood begin to race?
The sleeping woman from her tomb,
When will more flames, at last, consume us?"
"Past the point of no return,
The final threshold,
The bridge on which we stand,
Watch them burn,
We've passed the point of no return!"
(insert the phantom melody)
"Do not worry," He smiled mischeviously, "you know I'll always be there for my angel, Christine," she smiled. "Now, let us go to supper," he said, holding his arm out to her, Christine gladly looped her arm through his as they went up to the streets of Paris.