The Phantom of the Opera: Erik's Thoughts
George Smillie
Author's Notes: I don't own Erik, Christine, Raoul, the Managers, Carlotta etc. As you can guess, these are all scenes from Andrew Lloyd Webber's musical, 'The Phantom of the Opera,' currently showing at the Majestic on Broadway and at Her Majesty's Theatre in London. Now I am sounding like a walking advert . . . on with the story!
"I gave you my music . . . Made your song take wing . . . And now, how you've repaid me . . . Denied me and betrayed me . . . He was bound to love you . . . When he heard you sing . . ."
Im watching them now . . . I sit here . . . hidden in the shadows of the angel sculpture. She is telling that boy everything. All my dark secrets . . . my face . . . and my obsession with her. Look at him . . . Just look at him! He waits until her defenses are down . . . and then . . . I cannot watch! They kiss, and in that kiss I can feel all my thoughts of love being ripped from my body. The boy, Raoul, feels nothing compared to me. He doesn't love her . . . I love her! When will I get to hold her? When will I get to press my lips against hers? When?! When will she realise that I love her more than the Vicomte ever can!
George Smillie
Author's Notes: I don't own Erik, Christine, Raoul, the Managers, Carlotta etc. As you can guess, these are all scenes from Andrew Lloyd Webber's musical, 'The Phantom of the Opera,' currently showing at the Majestic on Broadway and at Her Majesty's Theatre in London. Now I am sounding like a walking advert . . . on with the story!
"I gave you my music . . . Made your song take wing . . . And now, how you've repaid me . . . Denied me and betrayed me . . . He was bound to love you . . . When he heard you sing . . ."
Im watching them now . . . I sit here . . . hidden in the shadows of the angel sculpture. She is telling that boy everything. All my dark secrets . . . my face . . . and my obsession with her. Look at him . . . Just look at him! He waits until her defenses are down . . . and then . . . I cannot watch! They kiss, and in that kiss I can feel all my thoughts of love being ripped from my body. The boy, Raoul, feels nothing compared to me. He doesn't love her . . . I love her! When will I get to hold her? When will I get to press my lips against hers? When?! When will she realise that I love her more than the Vicomte ever can!