Act 1: Scene 2
After the Gala
Yue gathered all the roses and flowers upon the stage floor, then turned smiling over to her friends within the ballet group handing each one a flower.
Ballet Girl – Ew, I hate tulips! Throws it back at yue
Yue Ying – um.ok…
Zhu Rong - walks up to the group smiling to Yue, her dress was torn, revealing her long smooth legs, and witch like black shoes Awesome job, Christine, he'll be please! She looks to the rest of the girls and you!
The ballet girls huddle in fear of the woman before them.
Zhu Rong – You sucked ass out there! Your suppose to be the best! No, crappy! Drop down and give me 50 you no talent wenches!
Girls run off dropping to the floor doing push ups, while Zhu Rong tapped the number of times with her cane upon the floor. Yue moves slowly downstage, away from the dancers and their drill sergeant Zhu Rong, heading to her dressing room on the other side of the stage, Xing following her quietly. Yue was looking over the remaining flowers within her hands, until she hears his voice…
Sima Yi – Bravi, bravi, bravissimi…
Yue looked up quickly, bewildered at the voice, looking around until she felt the hand of Xing upon her shoulder surprising her.
Yue Ying – AH! Don't do that!
Xing Cai – Where in the world have you been hiding? Really, you were prefect! sighs then smiles to her I only wish I knew your secret! Who is this new tutor? Tell me! Tell me!
Yue Ying smiled softly to her, then entered the dressing room taking Xing hands looking around slowly.
Yue Ying – Father once spoke of an Angel…I used to dream he'd appear…Now as I sing, I can sense him…slowly her eyes shifted looking around the room once more And I know he's here…
Xing looked around as well, checking under the picture planes and under small trays.
Yue Ying – Here in this room he calls me softly…looks around more all paranoid like somewhere inside…hiding looks in the dresser drawer Somehow I know he's always with me…he –the unseen genius…
Xing Cai - peeks into a chocolate box, and steals one, before looking to Yue with a raised brow Christine, you must have been dreaming, stories like that can't come true…She moved over to her slowly placing her hand upon hers Christine, your talking in riddles, and it s not like you!
Yue Ying - pulls away from her looking into the mirror within the room Angel of Music! Guide and Guardian! Grant to me your glory!
Xing Cai - looks at her like she done psycho on her Who is this angel? This…
Both – Angel of Music! Hide no longer! Secret and strange angel…
Yue Ying - looks to Xing slowly with her trance look He's with me even now…
Xing Cai – That's creepy…
Yue Ying – All around me…
Xing Cai – Whoa, you're watching too many movies, Christine, your face is white!
Yue Ying – It frightens me!
Xing Cai – Should be, you look like Jackson…
They looked at each other quietly until Zhu Rong burst into the room like a mad wild woman waving her cane around.
Zhu Rong – Meg! Are you a dancer? Get out there now!
Xing Cai - jumps, then runs off quickly in fear
Zhu Rong - watches Xing run off, then looked to Yue scared out of her mind My dear, I was asked to give this to you…hands her a note
Yue Ying - takes it cautiously from her, then opens it reading it aloud A red scarf…in the attic with wine coolers…Little Lotte…
Scene 3
Christine's Dressing Room
Out side the Cao, Bei and Zhao Yun were making their way towards the dressing room with high spirits and cheep champagne.
Cao Cao – Wonderful! Not one refund! If they asked for one, I would have broken their fingers..he grins
Liu Bei – Richard, I think we've made quiet the discovery in Miss Daae!
Cao Cao – Yes, thank god her singing is better than her dancing! stops looking to the door then to Zhao Yun Here we are, Monsieur le Vicomte.
Zhao Yun – If you two don't mind, I would prefer this visit to be private...takes the champagne from Cao Cao, and winks to him
Cao Cao - raises a brow...No..my champagne…
Liu Bei – As you wish, monsieur. him and Cao bowed slightly then moved off
Cao Cao - sniffle Champagne…growls a bit Seems like they know each other, no?
Finally Zhao Yun knocked upon the door gently, before he enters. He was about to say something, but heard Yue scream, she was butt naked as she was about to slip into her dress, and threw a shoe at him. He moved back outside quickly, closing the door.
Zhao Yun – Oh my god! I'm so sorry! Please tell me when you are done.
Seemed like a few minutes passed, until finally she yelled out for him it was ok. Sighing Yun opened the door peeking in seeing she was dress, he walked in closing the door behind him. She was dress in a think lacey nightgown, showing some leg as she sat with her legs crossed upon the small stool, looking into the mirror as if nothing has happened.
Zhao Yun – Whoa…I mean…Christine where is your scarf?
Yue Ying – she looked over her shoulder, with a raised brow Monsieur?
Zhao Yun – Don tell me you lost it! I spent all fucking day looking for that damn thing! Soaked to the skin I was!
Yue Ying – Cause you were dumb enough to jump into the water to get it, I didn't even like that thing. Oh Raoul it is you!
Zhao Yun - hold his arms out to her Christine…
She jumped up out of her seat to embrace him softly, then moves to sit back down looking to him.
Zhao Yun - places the champagne down upon the table, looking to her "Little Lotte let her mind wander…"
Yue Ying -…oh…you remember that…
Zhao Yun – "Little Lotte thought: Am I fonder of dolls…or of goblins, of shoes…"
Yue Ying – "or of riddles, of frocks…"
Zhao Yun - moves over to her kneeling down becoming eye to eye with her Those picnics in the attic with wine coolers… "…or of chocolates…"
Yue Ying – Father playing, "Welcome to Hell" on his guitar…
Zhao Yun - smiling As we read to each other dark stories of the North…
Yue Ying - Smiles in return "No, what I love best, Lotte said, is when I'm asleep in my bed and the Angel of Music singing songs in my head…"
Both – "…the angel of music sings singing songs in my head…"
Yue Ying - whispers some Father said, "When I am in heaven child, I will send the Angel of Music to you, it won't be cheep, but I will do it anyway!" Well, father is dead, Raoul, and I have been visited by the Angel of Music…
Zhao Yun – No doubt! I think the Dancing Angel gave up on you. Smirks But enough of that, to Supper! stands moving to the door
Yue Ying - glares at him for his remark, then blinks slowly standing No, Raoul, the Angel of Music is very strict!
Zhao Yun – Screw him! I won't keep you up…so late…smirks to her
Yue Ying – No, Raoul…
Zhao Yun – You must change! Don't want people to think I paid a hooker to be my dinner date! I'll get my hat, 2 minutes Little Lotte! With that he heads out the door closing it
Yue Ying – Raoul! he called out but no luck, she sighed then looked over herself"….Does this makes me look like a hooker? asks herself
Suddenly the lights flickered off within her room, while tremulous music begun to play as his voice rung out from behind the dressing room mirror.
Sima Yi – Insolent boy! This salve to fashion, basking in your glory! Ignorant fool! This brave young suitor, sharing in my triumph!
Yue Ying - looks around quickly Angel! I hear you! Speak- I listen…stay by my side…not so close…but…guide me! Angel, my soul was weak…forgive me! Enter at last…Ma-ma-ma chokes on the word for a bit Master…!
Sima Yi – Damn right I 'm your mas-…I mean…Flattering child, you shall know me, see why in shadow I hide! Look at your face in the mirror- I am there inside!
Slowly his figure appeared within the mirror, Sima dress in his full attire, cape, hat, the whole shindig, his long raven hair pulled back engulfed in darkness it seemed. Yue looked to him, her brow rose, a small smirk appeared then vanished putting upon her trance look again.
Yue Ying – Angel of Music! Guide and Guardian! Grant to me your glory! Angel of Music! Hide no longer! Come to me…strangely cute Angel!
Sima Yi - his brow rose at that last line she sung I am your Angel…Come to me: Angel of Music…
Slowly Yue walked towards him, the mirror begun to slide upon for them to reach out to each other. Meanwhile Zhao Yun walks to the door hearing voices, he blinks looking to the door then tries to open it, but it's locked.
Zhao Yun – Who voice is that? Who is in there?
Sima Yi – I am your Angel of Music…Come to me: Angel of Music….!
Zhao Yun – Christine! Angel!
Once their hands taken one another, Sima pulled her into the mirror, closing behind them. Zhao Yun burst through the door looking around within the empty room.
Scene 4
The Labyrinth Underground
Steadily Sima Yi took Yue down a candle lit tunnel, their hands still locked, moving downwards. Yue looking to Sima with a surprised look, he looked rather good in the Phantom costume. She placed a small smile upon her lips as she begun to sing…
Yue Ying – 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…
backstage
Director – Wow…this Is actually going right!
Zhuge Liang - peeks over...no…no! He mustn't touch her! looks around then runs off quickly
Guan Yu - raises a brow at Zhuge, then looks to the play going on Not bad, they look good together like that…
Director – I think so too…grins
Stage
Sima turned slightly to look to her as he continued to lead her down to his "liar", down fake steps and across a bridge made to across along the stage.
Sima Yi – Sing once again with me, our strange duet! My power over you grows stronger yet…notices Yue looking away he places his two finger under her chin turning her gaze to him And though you turn from me to glance behind, the Phantom of the Opera is there- inside your mind…!
Yue blinked slowly to his actions, as they moved to the fake lake and tiny boat, that looked like Gan Ning got a part in making it, since he was on the front holding out his sea master.
Yue Ying – Thos who have seen your face, draw back in fear…I am the mask you wear…
Sima Yi – It's me they hear!
Both – Your/my spirit and your/my voice in one combined: the Phantom of the Opera is there inside your/my mind..
Sima moves stepping into the boat, then reaches lifting Yue from the ground placing her inside as well letting her sit before him as he begun to paddle along the stage.
Offstage Chorus – He's there, the Phantom of the Opera! Beware the Phantom of the Opera!
Sima Yi – In all your fantasies, you always knew- that man and mystery…
Yue Ying - looks over her shoulder to him Were all in you…
Both – And in this labyrinth, where night is blind- the Phantom of the Opera is there/here inside your/my mind!
Sima Yi – Sing, my Angel of Music!
Yue Ying - closing her eyes He's there, the Phantom of the Opera…
Sima Yi - in a soft whisper Sing…!
Yue begun to vocalize strangely, her song becoming more and more extravagant as they grew closer and closer to his lair.
Sima Yi – Sing for me!
Yue ended her aria just as they stopped upon the small shore of the lair. Sima moved from the boat quickly tossing his hat to the side, then his cloak, looking to her. His lair was lit with candles outlining the small home. An organ along the wall of the lair, a workshop of sorts upon one side of the room, and a bed upon the other.
Scene 5
Beyond the Lake
Sima Yi – I have brought you to the seat of sweet music's throne…to this kingdom where all must pay homage to music…music...
He moved closer to her, helping her out of the boat.
Sima Yi – You have come here, for one purpose and one alone…Since the moment I first heard you sing, I have needed you with me, to serve me, to sing for my music…my music..
Upon the Catwalks
Zhuge Liang - looking down upon them glaring Not tonight "Phantom" your not going to touch my Christine tonight…
Stage
Sima Yi - slowly pulls away from her Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation…Darkness! Stirs and wakes imagination…Silently the senses abandon their defenses…
Yue looked upon him with enchanted eyes, real or fake? She wasn't sure anymore now, she watched with her trace like look as he continued on with his solo.
Sima Yi – Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor…Grasp it! Sense it! Tremulous and tender…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! he moves to her, stepping only a foot away from her 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…
Yue eyes closed slowly to his words, taking them into her. She felt her heart race as she felt him so close, his voice in his harsh whisper.
Sima Yi – Softly, deftly, music shall surround you…Feel it! Hear it! Closing in around you…Open you mind, let your fantasies unwind, in this darkness which you know you cannot fight- the darkness of the music of the night!
Her eyes opened with a smile, watching him step back his arms open wide to her, singing out loudly and with some pride into it.
Sima Yi – Let your mind start a journey through a strange new world! Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before! Let your soul take you were you long to-be! He paused looking to her his gaze became soft, then reached out his hand barely touching her cheek Only then…can you belong to me…
Yue sucked in a breath as the slight cold touch of his fingers, very good, he was too good at this role…it scared her, but it was for the show…it was for the show. Sima slowly moved around until he was behind her whispering to her.
Sima Yi – Floating, falling, sweet intoxication!
Catwalks
Zhuge Liang – You bastard, drugging my wife like that!
Stage
Sima Yi – He takes her hand in his leading it to his cheek, his eyes closing slowly Touch me…
Catwalks
Zhuge Liang – NO! jumps from the catwalk hopping to stop them by landing on them, but misses terribly and crashes into the organ
Stage
Yue and Sima act as if they didn't hear a thing, continuing on. Yue fingers begun to stray about his cold face, bravely caressing against his mask, without any hint of removing it, while Sima free hand held her just under her breasts.
Sima Yi -…Trust me…Savor each sensation! he pulled from her slowly, he nearly chuckled hearing a small whine from her when he did, taking her over to the one of the mirrors leaning against the wall Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in to the power of the music that I write – the power of the night…
Sima removed the cloth, revealing a naked hairy Dong Zhuo, causing them to jump back in horror, while Yue faints at the site. Sima Gathered her up in his arms, once her covered the mirror back up, walking over to the bed laying her down softly, her nightgown and hair cascading around her sleeping form making look almost goddess like sleeping.
Sima Yi - watching her over as he softly sings You alone can make my song take flight…help me make the music of the night-------------
Slowly a canopy draws down upon Yue's sleeping form, with Sima watching her over the lights dimmed until all was dark and the audience applauded. Then suddenly heard a squeak then a slap.
Yue Ying – Perv!
Sima Yi – OW! It wasn't me!
Yue Ying – Then who?
Zhuge Liang – …help…me…
Sima & Yue – Zhuge?