The Songs: Part One: The Phantom
I gave you my music…
When you came here, I'd watch you sit in front of your father's picture. You were brought here to dance and dance you did. But when you were alone, your voice would soar. You sang for your father. I heard you pray everyday. You'd pray for the Angel of Music. Who was this strange angel? I listened to you every day as you lit a candle for your father. You sang unabashedly, as if the best voice in the world was yours. The angel, someone your father said would come to you, to guide you. In what? Dance or song? The choice was easy. In you, I saw my freedom. I saw a way to live again.
Made your song take wing…
I had always been alone in the world. No one cared, no one knew me. I was a ghost, I figment of the imagination; until you appeared. Oh, yes. You were here for dancing, but I made your voice the star. The day that proud Italian peacock lost her feathers, I was overjoyed. That aria in Hannibal was your world debut. The world now knew my voice, from your lips. Yes. You went from a gawky dancer to a golden-voiced Nightingale. Because of me.
And now, how you've repaid me, denied me, and betrayed me…
But in the glory my music and your voice made, was marred by a thorn. Roses don't come without thorns and he was the thorn for your rose: Raoul. That slave of fashion who dove into the water to save a scarf. A scarf that your mother gave you. I heard him talking to you in your dressing room. Reminiscing about the younger days. He almost succeeded in pushing me away, but I fooled him. But then… while you continued to sing with my voice and music, it was directed at him. How could you do this to me? I was nothing until you came. Then I had a reason to live, I had someone who could be my song and my voice.
He was bound to love you, when he heard you sing…
The world is full of fools. Piange was one. I took care of him. I laughed when people ran. But out of the corner of my eye, I saw you running to his arms. Raoul is another fool, but he isn't easy to get rid of. The fear I saw in your eyes cut me deep. I never meant to hurt you, I love you. I only wanted what was best for you. I had given you everything. That look tore out a piece of me. I saw head for the roof and I followed. When you spoke of my home, the cavern beneath the floor, you were shaking; the description rolled off your tongue like dirt. There was no love for me. You clung to him, wanted him, not me. I know my place among men. I have no place, except for my prison of night, of darkness, and of my music. A world with out love; your love. You gave him your love and he returned it. I should have known he'd steal you from me.
Oh, Christine… Christine…
I love you. You were everything I ever wanted. In your voice I heard my passions, I heard my life, and I heard my freedom. Christine, I need you. I'll die without your love...
You will curse the day you did not do, all that the Phantom asked of you!
Both you and the pretty boy will pay. I gave you everything I had and it comes…to…NOTHING! Not even the love I bear you will save you. Curse you! Damn you! I will make your life a living hell. Oh, yes… a living hell.