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Our next selection will be Beautiful Disaster, by Kelly Clarkson. This is Christine's thought on Stranger Than You Dreamt It, when she is sitting in her dressing room when Erik says "Come we must return those two fools who run my theatre will be missing you... Enjoy! This is in Christine's POV.
I just couldn't forgive myself for what I had done. I had stripped Erik bare of what self-defense he had left. And in defense he got enraged. Never in a million years had I thought my gentle, kind, angel could get so angry. I began to silently cry, mentally begging for forgiveness. I now knew that he had such a disastrous past. It was probably unfixable by now. But he, to me, was so beautiful, despite his face. He was such a beautiful disaster.
He drowns in his dreams
An exquisite extreme I know
He's as dumb as he seems
And more heaven than a heart could hold
At times Christine had to admit, Erik scared her. It would almost seem as if he lost his image of reality. Christine wanted to help him, so badly, out of this darkness, and into the light with her, but she was scared. She was scared that he would get the wrong idea and leave her, and never return. He had such a beautiful soul, if only he would let her in, she could help him. It's just not fair, it's not fair.
And if I try to save him
My whole world could cave in
It just ain't right
It just ain't right
Oh when I don't
know
I don't know what he's after
But he's so
beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
When I unmasked Erik, he was angry. I saw an Erik that I never knew. He was someone else. Still, through his eyes I could see his adoration for me. I could see the sorrow in his eyes.
And if I could hold
on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster
When I was a little girl, I used to dream of two things, being visited by an Angel of Music, and to fall in love with a prince charming that will sweep me of my feet and take me away to his big castle. I have been visited by my Angel of Music, many times. As for falling in love, I don't know, I haven't been in love before, so what would I know? Then again, I am not so sure of my feelings anymore. Erik is so deep and sensual with me, while I feel as if Raoul is just putting on a façade to make me happy. I don't know what to do.
His magical myth
As strong as with I believe
A tragedy with
More damage than a soul should see
And do I try to change him
So hard not to blame him
Hold on tight
Hold on tight
I would cry for him. I do cry for him. It really is so sad you know. He lived a whole life in solitude, never being loved by anyone, not even his mother. I am the only thing that means something to him in his life, besides his music of course. Until yesterday, I never even knew what he had looked like. Until yesterday, he had never been angry with me.
Oh cuz I don't know
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster
Then I stopped. Realization dawned upon me. He loved me! He wanted me to lead him into the light. He wanted me to love him. He
wanted me to listen to the music of the night, only because the truth wasn't what he wanted me to see.
I'm longing for love and the logical
But he's only happy hysterical
I'm waiting for some kind of miracle
Waited so long
So long
We had a common interest. We both longed to be loved. We both wanted another's touch. Was that love? I don't know, but I have never experienced it before.
He's soft to the touch
But afraid at the end he breaks
He's never enough
And still leaves more than I can take
When he lulled me to sleep with that song, Music of the Night, his tender touch was never enough, yet it left me breathless. Everything about him was so beautiful; I don't understand why the world doesn't see what I see. I see a man, scarred by his past who longs to be loved. Everyone else sees a deformed monster who might as well be the Devil's Child.
Oh cuz I don't know
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster
Tonight is the performance of Il Muto. In my opinion, I would rather be singing with my angel of music than to a bunch of people who will forget my name the next day. My angel would never forget me or my name. He remembers everything…my birthday, my middle name, even what I wanted for my tenth birthday.
He's beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
Just sitting here sorting out my thoughts has finally helped me figure out my feelings. I loved my Angel of Music. I loved my beautiful disaster.