CHRISTINE
In sleep he sang to me
In dreams he came
That voice which calls to me and speaks my name
And do I dream again for now I find
The Phantom of the Opera is there
Inside my mind

PHANTOM
Sing once again with me
Our strange duet
My power over you grows stronger yet
And though you turn from me to glance behind
The Phantom of the Opera is there
Inside your mind

CHRISTINE
Those who have seen your face
Draw back in fear
I am the mask you wear

PHANTOM
It's me they hear...

BOTH
Your/My spirit and my/your voice in one combined
The Phantom of the Opera is there
Inside my/your mind

BACKGROUND
He s there, the phantom of the opera!

CHRISTINE
He s there, the phantom of the opera

PHANTOM
In all your fantasies, you always knew
that man and mystery . . .

CHRISTINE
. . . were both in you . . .

BOTH
And in this labyrinth,
where night is blind,
the Phantom of the Opera
is there/here inside your/my mind . . .

PHANTOM
Sing, my Angel of Music!

CHRISTINE
He's there,
the Phantom of the Opera . . .
(vocalizing)

PHANTOM
Sing, Sing
Sing for me
Sing, my Angel of music
Sing for me!

I think this song says a lot. We ride the boat, I get out, and he begins his solo, dark hair in his eyes, and I slowly go into a trance from his voice.

Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defenses

Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor
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

Softly, deftly, music shall caress you
Hear it, feel it secretly posses you
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind in this darkness that you know you cannot find
The darkness of the music of the night

Let your mind start to 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

Floating, folding, sweet intoxication
Touch me, trust me savor 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

There's an instrumental here. I pass out for real, which looks way better than the fake.

You alone can make my song take flight
Help me make the music of the night

He ends as I regain consciousness, and the crowd cheers.

As the curtains close, I smell peanuts, and hear screams. The theater's manager comes onstage and announces that someone has had an allergic reaction in the back, and that the performance will take its intermission now, and we will begin from "Past the Point of No Return" in 20 minutes.

When I hear this, I run to my dressing room and quickly change into the dress I will wear for Don Juan Triumphant. It has a skirt that's an okay length, but the neckline is so low. To make matters worse, the straps that hold it up always fall.

Fang meets up with me, and I see that he has his make-up on to give him an infected look on his face. He still looks great.

"Well, we got to skip you kissing Dylan," he jokes.

"Yes, and we fast-forwarded to the part where you kidnap me. I think I'll just choose you, and beg him to leave me alone."

He grins and leans down to kiss me. I look at him questioningly.

"What was that for?"

"Practicing." He grins evilly.

I punch him in the arm, and go explain to Dylan what we will do for the labyrinth scene. He doesn't like it.

"But I've seen the movie, and you choose me!" he argues.

"Maybe, but I'm always going to choose Fang."

I'm skipping the proposal from Raoul crap and getting to the good part.

In my dreams, Joe sings to me. He has a pretty good voice.

Our school used to do middle school musicals. The last one was Grease. I think we should do Phantom.

Review, or I will end this!