Chapter 3: The Phantom of the Opera
As those who have read the original story, the Phantom, Erik, is Mr. Y. In a tower in the city is where he lives; with an automaton behind his broken mirror. It was of Christine, the soprano he fell in love with.
To those who haven't heard the story, Erik is known as the Phantom of the Opera; sometimes call OG (Opera Ghost) and the Angel of Music. He was born with a disfigured face, so hideous his mother feared him as an infant; but his father never saw him. It was, in fact, that Erik wasn't his real birth name, but instead was given or found "by accident". As a young child, he ran away from home, and falls into a band of Gypsies. He joined them to make his fortune, but was an attraction known as "le mort vivant", which translated mean "the living dead".
During his time with the tribe, he became a talented magician and ventriloquist; another one of these talents were unearthly singing, which spreads quickly through the public. One day, the Shah-in-Shah commissions Erik, who proves himself as a gifted architect as well. But there are some gifts in this sinful world that are infamy; another gift of his was assassinating others with a unique noose called the Punjab Lasso.
In Paris, he one day created the Opera Populair; where twenty years later he meets Christine Daae. The story, the legend, declares that the Phantom had fallen in love with her, and that he would literally kill to marry her. Raoul Viscount de Chagny, Christine's true love, came to her rescue, but was nearly hung by the Phantom. Before he murdered Raoul, Christine showed him that he was never alone and kissed him. He breaks down, and releases Christine and Raoul.
After that, people presume that he had died and Christine buried him…but that would end the story, now would it?
Instead, he left to America, and made the Phantasma, composing music in his tower. However, lately he had begun regretting letting go of Christine. The only reason why he would never see Meg onstage was because she reminded him of Christine in a way, someway or another. He didn't know she was that obsessed over him. He didn't even know she was obsessed with him at all! But, he was always able to shake her out of his mind for room to think about Christine.
The Phantom/Erik: Ten long years, living a mere façade of life
Ten long years, wasting my time with smoke and noise
In my mind, I hear melodies pure and unearthly
But I find I can't give them a voice…
Without you
My Christine
My Christine
Lost and gone
Lost and gone
Erik's obsession…the Phantom's obsession…was still within him…
The Phantom/Erik: The day starts, the day ends, time crawls by
Night steals in, pacing the floor
The moments creep, yet I can't bare to sleep
'Till I hear you sing
And weeks pass, and months pass, seasons fly
Still you don't walk through the door
And in haze I count the silent days
'Till I hear you sing once more
And sometimes at nighttime I dream that you are there
But wake holding nothing but the empty air
And years come, and years go, time runs dry
Still I ache down to the core
My broken soul can't be alive and whole
'Till I hear you sing once more
And music, your music, it teases in my ear
I turn and it fades away, and your not here!
Let hopes pass, let dreams pass, let them die!
Without you, what are they for?
I always feel no more than halfway real
'Till I hear you sing once more!
Just as he finished lamenting, Meg came in with a gleeful look in her eyes. Her complexion was so beautiful…no! He would not choose another over his true love! Never! Despite his urge, he was able to get his mind off of Meg and back to Christine, but still Meg asked
Meg: Tell me, did you watch?
Tell me that you saw
Did you hear the crowd, the way they cheered, I hope you're proud
Did you like the new routine?
Was it passable I mean
I can change a thing or two
What should I do?
No don't say it, I can guess
But I promise I'll progress
Erik was too busy staring into Meg's eyes to listen to her babble, but quickly went back to his thoughts on Christine. "Yes," he said mindlessly, "of course, whatever you feel is best…"
Meg: Did the costume look okay?
Too revealing, would you say?
People seemed to like the view
This made Erik a bit…jealous? Snap out of it Erik! You belong to Christine, no one else! Just then, Madame appeared, having watched everything with an outraged face. "Meg, please…"
Meg: I could show a bit more skin
That is sure to bring 'em in
"Meg!" Madame Giry said harshly. The blonde went dead silent as she quickly turned to her mother.
Madame Giry: Can't you see that the master's at work?
Can't you see that his mind's somewhere else?
Can't you see that obviously is thinking of things more important than you?
"Careful, Madame," the Phantom warned calmly, "You're forgetting yourself."
Madame Giry: Don't you see he forgot what this is?
Opening night, a big deal, what a fuss
Our success means not I guess compared to the things that the Master must do!
"That's quite enough!" Erik yelled, blood rushing through his veins, rage rising. But this time, Madame Giry didn't obey.
Madame Giry: Christine!
Christine.
Meg: Christine…
"Meg, leave," Madame Giry ordered as calmly as she could, "Now!" The girl obeyed sadly.
Madame Giry: In Paris, when the mobs surrounded you
Who was there?
We were there
Where was she, when the low men hounded you?
Gone, long gone
We stayed on
Who concealed you safe away?
Smuggled you into Chalet?
Found a freighter out of France?
The Phantom/Erik: I don't see the problem
This is ancient history
Madame Giry: And once there, when the sideshow hired you
Who stood by?
Meg and I
While they kept you on display, who kept working night and day?
Who gave you their very lives?
And who helped you buy that side show?
Who helped you finance you scheme?
Who wouldn't quit 'till your act was a hit?
And your hit could become your dream?
Who played the politicians, lured investors and the press? No, not her
And who stayed with you, helped you and advised you?
We stayed with you, loved and idolized you
She betrayed you, shunned you and despised you!
She chose Raoul, chose his beauty and youth.
It's long past time you faced
"Enough!" The Phantom yelled again. Madame Giry, this time, obeyed his command.
The Phantom: You'll be repaid, as I promised you
Now if you've anything else to say…
Madame Giry left the room, her mean glare returning. Erik, of course, didn't notice. He was too much in thought about Christine…with an idea being composed in his mind. A smile came upon his face. This was an idea that might…no, definitely bring them back together. Then, forever would she be his.
The Phantom/Erik: Oh Christine
My Christine
Yes you've fled from my face once before
But Christine
What we shared, even you can't ignore!
My Christine
I'll be no longer denied
I'll have you back by my side
My sweet Christine!
And come what may
I swear, somehow, someway
I will hear you sing once more!