Erik POV
Backstage/Dressing Room Corridor - Night
Raoul has returned. He hears the voices and is puzzled. He tries the door. It is locked.
"Whose is that voice...? Who is that in there...?" Raoul asks.
Backstage/Carlotta's Dressing Room
Inside the room, the Phantom beckons to Jamila from inside the mirror. She is in such a trance, forgetting she has her present for me, all she feels is like a dream. I extend my hand through the mirror.
"I am your Angel of Music..." I sing.
"Jamila! Jamila!" Raoul calls out.
"Come to me: Angel of Music..." I sing.
Spellbound, Jamila magically takes my hand and glides through the mirror.
Backstage/Dressing Room Corridor - Night
Raoul has returned. He hears the voices and is puzzled. He tries the door. It is locked.
"Whose is that voice...? Who is that in there...?" Raoul asks.
Backstage/Carlotta's Dressing Room
Inside the room, I beckon to Jamila from inside the mirror. She is in such a trance, forgetting she has her present for me, all she feels is like a dream. I extend his hand through the mirror.
"I am your Angel of Music..." I sing.
"Jamila! Jamila!" Raoul calls out.
"Come to me: Angel of Music..." I sing.
Spellbound, Jamila magically takes his hand and glides through the mirror.
Jamila POV
Phantom's World/Corridor
Led by the Phantom, I have stepped into the Phantom's world. This is not the same way this world would look in daytime nor would others think so. In my mind, it's all magic. The narrow hallway we enter first is shimmering, reflective and lit by torches held by human hands.
"In sleep, he sang to me. In dreams, he came... That voice which calls to me and speaks my name..." I sing.
Phantom's World/Staircase
Erik and I are moving down a voluptuous, spiral staircase down into the belly of the building. The walls here are covered with huge opera posters. The Phantom carries a torch.
"And do I dream again? For now, I find the Phantom of the Opera is there - inside my mind..." I sing.
Phantom's World/Underground Tunnels/Ramps
Erik is leading Jamila, dressed in a golden color nightgown, on the black horse. The architecture is steadily becoming more voluptuous and fantastic as they descend. Open-mouthed gargoyles stare from the walls.
"Sing once again with me our strange duet... My power over you grows stronger yet..." Erik sings.
Phantom's World/Staircase/Lagoon
They arrive at the top of a wide staircase which leads straight down to the lagoon and a moored boat. Erik leads the horse down the staircase.
"And though you turn from me to glance behind. the Phantom of the Opera is there - inside your mind..." Erik sings.
Erik and I step into the boat and set off.
The boat, guided by Erik, is gliding along the canal. Gargoyles and torches along the walls.
Phantom's World/Underground Canal
"Those who have seen your face draw back in fear... I am the mask you wear..." I sing.
"It's me they hear..." Erik sings.
"Your/My spirit and my/your voice,
in one combined: the Phantom of the
Opera is there - inside your/my mind..." we both sing.
The gargoyles seem to sing as I stare at them.
Phantom's World/Lock/Phantom's Lair
We seem to have reached a wall, the end of the canal. Erik turns to me.
And I realize the water level is slowly descending, that we have reached a lock, one of the Phantom's devices.
"He's there, the Phantom of the Opera..." I sing.
"Sing for me! Sing, my angel of music... Sing, my angel... Sing my angel! Sing for me!" Erik sings.
I begin to vocalize strangely, my song climbing higher and higher in pitch. The water and the boat descend as my voice ascends. A curtain of water parts.
Phantom's World - Phantom's Lair
The Phantom's lair is revealed to me. It is a fantastic grotto shaped like a harbor. As I reach my final climatic note, candles magically rise through the water, already alight! The boat glides through the harbor.
Behind it a portcullis descends, and a curtain closes in front of it. The lair surrounds the harbor. On one side I see the Phantom's pipe organ; all around are huge mirrors covered in dust sheets. I also notice the Phantom's model of the opera house. The Phantom steps onto the shore, leaving me in the boat. He begins to light candles.
"I have brought you to the seat of sweet music's throne... to this kingdom where all must pay homage to music... music... 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..." Erik sings.
The Phantom begins to lead the boat gently by a rope around the lair. He is lighting candles as he does so.
"Night-time sharpens, heightens each sensation... Darkness stirs and wakes imagination... Silently the senses abandon their defenses..." The Phantom sings.
The Phantom lights more candles revealing more of the lair. With the rope, he continues gently to guide me and the boat from the shore. I am in a trance. Mesmerized and hypnotized by this stunning, sexual master.
"Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendour... 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. 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..." The Phantom sings. The Phantom has stepped into the water and walks toward the boat and me. This is highly sexual. I am completely in his spell.
"Softly, deftly, music shall caress you... Hear it, feel it secretly possess you... Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind in this darkness that you know you cannot fight - the darkness of the music of the night..." the Phantom sings.
He lifts me out of the boat, my arms are around his neck, and he is carrying me toward the shore. Our faces are very close. His love for me has consumed him.
"Let your mind start a journey through a strange, new world! Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before! Let your soul take you where you long to be! Only then can you belong to me..." the Phantom sings.
We reach the shore, and the Phantom carries me toward a carved staircase. He lets me caress his mask, his hand reaches out to her face, travels down my neck and breasts. He carries me up the staircase which leads to a second grotto.
"Floating, falling... sweet intoxication! Touch me, trust me... savour each sensation! Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in to the power of the music that I write - the power of the music of the night..." The Phantom sings.
We step through into the second grotto. It is dominated by a huge bed in the shape of a black swan. The Phantom puts me down. I turn and is confronted by a mannequin. This one is a life-sized duplicate of myself in an Egyptian wedding gown, surrounded by a mirror. It's too surreal. I faint and falls back where he lays her down, tenderly and sensuously.
"You alone can make my song take flight - help me make the music of the night..." The Phantom has slowly been drawing a series of sheer curtains around the bed until, as the music resolves, the curtains obscure both him and me.
Backstage/Dressing Room Corridor
Meg POV
Out of the blackness steps me. I am looking for Jamila. The building is deserted, shadows everywhere. I am a tiny figure in the darkness, vulnerable and frightened.
"Jamila..." I whisper.
Theatre
Dark. Empty
Backstage/Carlotta's Dressing Room
I step into the dressing room. The gas light has been turned down low. I move toward the dressing table covered in flowers. Next to it, I see my reflection in the full-length mirror. Suddenly, the gas light goes out. The room is plunged into darkness. Startled, I turn to the mirror and glimpses a shadow behind my reflection. My hand reaches up, my steps to one side and suddenly the panel next to the mirror swivels silently and gathers me through to the other side. I have found Jamila's route to the Phantom's world.
Phantom's World/Corridor
I see the dressing room on the other side of the mirror. Shadows seem to follow. It is dark, damp and dangerous. A rat scampers through. A shadow appears directly behind me. A hand reaches out and grabs my shoulder. I turn in terror. It is my mother, Madame Giry.
Ballet Girl's Dormitory
Ten minutes later, Buquet, showing off, is aping the Phantom, to the Ballet girls (older ones included), who are dressed for bed. A length of fabric serves as his cloak and a piece of rope as the Punjab lasso. The toothy older Ballet tart and her Chorus Girl buddy, arrive home after a wild night with her bosses.
"Like yellow parchment is his skin... A great black hole served as the nose that never grew." Buquet sings.
Demonstrating the Phantom's method, he lassoes one of the girls. With a mixture of horror and delight, the Ballet girls applaud this demonstration. Buquet is clearly enjoying this.
"You must be always on your guard, or he will catch you with his magical lasso!" Buquet sings.
Behind Buquet, Mother has entered with me.
"Those who speak of what they know find, too late, that prudent silence is wise." Mother, Madame Giry sings.
She takes the noose from his hand, drops it around his head, and inserts his hand between the rope and his neck.
"Joseph Buquet, hold your tongue - keep your hand at the level of your eyes..." Mama sings.
She pulls the rope taunt. Buquet's hand saves him from being strangled.
Phantom's Lair
Jamila POV
The Phantom is seated at the organ, playing with furious concentration. He breaks off occasionally to write the music down. He stills wears his evening trousers, but a loose velvet robe hangs open, revealing his well-developed physique.
I am asleep. Beside the bed there is the musical box; The monkey and the Barrel Organ. Mysteriously, it plays as I wake up. The music keeps me in a half-trance as I step out of the bed and walk toward the mouth of the grotto.
"I remember there was mist... swirling mist upon a vast, glassy Lake... there were candles all around and on the lake there was a boat, and in the boat there was a man..." I sing
I see the Phantom sitting at his organ. His mask and hair perfect, bare chested in the flowing robe, he is once again a strong sexual presence I am attracted to. He is trying to finish a melody ("POINT OF NO RETURN"). As I approach, I take over the melody and, vocalizing, finds a solution to it. He then plays the middle section as I listen. I am behind him, very close. Together we complete the song, musically as one. The melody continues on the violin as the Phantom notates it on his score.
"Who was that shape in the shadows...? Whose is the face in the mask...?" I sing, ready to give Erik my gift.
I lovingly caress his face. He responds deeply to my touch. Almost like a lover, removing a veil, I take off the mask. The Phantom springs up, throwing me violently to the ground and turns on her furiously. I see only a flash of his rotting face. In his wrath, he runs to the huge mirrors around the lair, tearing off the dust covers. I am surrounded by a hundred reflections of the Phantom.
"Damn you! You little prying Pandora! You little demon - is this what you wanted to see? Curse you! You little lying Delilah! You little viper - now you cannot ever be free! Damn you... curse you... Stranger than you dreamt it... can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in bell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly... Jamila..." Erik sings.
I am near tears. My heart is moved by this poor man.
"Fear can turn to love - you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster, this... repulsive carcass, who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly... secretly... Oh, Jamila..."
Pitifully, he holds out his hand for the mask, and filled with sympathy, I give him his present, a golden mask to him. He puts on the mask.
"Oh Jamila, forgive me? Come we must return - those two fools who run my theatre will be missing you." the phantom asks for forgiveness, and I give it readily.
Meg POV
Roof
I see the specter of the Phantom leading Jamila across the roof.
Ballet Girl's Dormitory
"He's there - the Phantom of the Opera!" I sing.
Christine and the other ballet girls scream. Mama, Madame Giry claps her hands to order the girls to bed.
"Au lit! Au lit!" Mama says.
Madame Giry POV
Backstage/Corridor
I lock the doors of the dormitory. I look up and sees at the top of a staircase, Jamila, backlit by the moon, still deep in a trance. Jamila walks down towards her and almost faints into my arms as she reaches me. I lead her away. Unknown to us both, Buquet has been watching them. And unknown to Buquet, from the doorway above, the Phantom has been watching him.