The Phantom walked out of the mirror he held his hand out to Christine, she felt attracted to him, she knew it wasn't her father, but she felt he sent this person down to comfort her.
"As I was dreaming I could here you
when I slept you came
you always knew my name
though I don't know yours
and though I dream of you
I cant see your face
my angel of music has arrived
to guide me"
"You sing quite well Christine
I've taught you well
My power over you
is growing still
and the voice you sing
is really mine
the angel of music has arrived
he's here to stay"
"My father sent you here
to achieve my dream
the mask you need to wear
is just surreal
if love is really blind
you'll let me see
your beautiful hidden face
behind the mask"
As they were singing this, Christine was lead under the theatre the rout lead on to a river, the Phantom lead Christine to a boat, and into his lair. It was beautiful and authentic, candles everywhere; it was the place she dreamed of.
The Phantom got out of the boat, helping her out of the boat he smiled at her.
"Night time, so charming
never alarming
the songs, you hear
are not now unclear
don't look away
don't think about the day
it's the, night where you and I belong
Just listen to my music and my song.
Open your heart, surrender to the new life here
it's your voice that lead you to me
the music of the night is within you
finds it, and you'll belong to me.
the day so bright
so fake, not everlasting
no freedom, with light
unlike the amazing night time
pity need not be
as long as you are here with me
just think about the music
that I write
the music inspired by the night.
close your eyes remember that the day is bleak
it's the night where judgement wont belong
let your senses fly away from you
and remember, I'm the music of the night"
Christine walked around his home, she saw countless pictures of her, and a mannequin, of her in a bridal dress, she collapsed, onto a small single bed tucked into the corner. The phantom smiled and walked away, to play on the piano. To create a new opera, his opera.