Hello! I'm speeding along. Already kind of sick of this. Oh well.
To TheIllusionist'sWings04, Joe sings to me in my dreams, songs of his undying love a mask on, but he takes it off to kiss me... and I wake up. Happy?
The break is short, and soon I'm back onstage, freaking out because of the fall. I have to fall down a hole in the fake fire. Oh well. Worst case I can just fly.
We start the opera.
Here the sire may serve the dam,
here the master takes his meat!
Here the sacrificial lamb
utters one despairing bleat!
CARLOTTA AND CHORUS
Poor young maiden! For the thrill
on your tongue of stolen sweets
you will have to pay the bill -
tangled in the winding sheets!
Serve the meal and serve the maid!
Serve the master so that, when
tables, plans and maids are laid,
Don Juan triumphs once again!
(SIGNOR PIANGI, as Don Juan, emerges from behind the arch.
MEG, a gypsy dancer pirouettes coquettishly for him.
He throws her a purse. She catches it and leaves)
DON JUAN
Passarino, faithful friend,
once again recite the plan.
PASSARINO
Your young guest believes I'm you -
I, the master, you, the man.
DON JUAN
When you met you wore my cloak,
with my scarf you hid your face.
She believes she dines with me,
in her master's borrowed place!
Furtively, we'll scoff and quaff,
stealing what, in truth, is mine.
When it's late and modesty
starts to mellow, with the wine . . .
PASSARINO
You come home! I use your voice -
slam the door like crack of doom!
DON JUAN
I shall say: "come - hide with me!
Where, oh, where? Of course - my room!"
PASSARINO
Poor thing hasn't got a chance!
DON JUAN
Here's my hat, my cloak and sword.
Conquest is assured,
if I do not forget myself and laugh . . .
The man playing Piangi leaves, and we hear strangled sounds from backstage. Fang comes back on as I begin my small solo.
. . . no thoughts
within her head,
but thoughts of joy!
No dreams
within her heart
but dreams of love!
I sound so innocent. A small conversation happens behind me.
PASSARINO
Master?
DON JUAN
Passarino - go away!
For the trap is set and waits for its prey . . .
DON JUAN (PHANTOM)
You have come here
in pursuit of
your deepest urge,
in pursuit of
that wish,
which till now
has been silent,
silent . . .
I have brought you,
that our passions
may fuse and merge -
in your mind
you've already
succumbed to me
dropped all defences
completely succumbed to me -
now you are here with me:
no second thoughts,
you've decided,
decided . . .
Past the point
of no return -
no backward glances:
the games we've played
till now are at
an end . . .
Past all thought
of "if" or "when" -
no use resisting:
abandon thought,
and let the dream
descend . . .
What raging fire
shall flood the soul?
What rich desire
unlocks its door?
What sweet seduction
lies before
us . . .?
Past the point
of no return,
the final threshold -
what warm,
unspoken secrets
will we learn?
Beyond the point
of no return . . .
AMINTA (CHRISTINE)
You have brought me
to that moment
where words run dry,
to that moment
where speech
disappears
into silence,
silence . . .
I have come here,
hardly knowing
the reason why . . .
In my mind,
I've already
imagined our
bodies entwining
defenceless and silent -
and now I am
here with you:
no second thoughts,
I've decided,
decided . . .
Past the point
of no return -
no going back now:
our passion-play
has now, at last,
begun . . .
Past all thought
of right or wrong -
one final question:
how long should we
two wait, before
we're one . . .?
When will the blood
begin to race
the sleeping bud
burst into bloom?
When will the flames,
at last, consume
us . . .?
BOTH
Past the point
of no return
the final threshold -
the bridge
is crossed, so stand
and watch it burn . . .
We've passed the point
of no return . . .
PHANTOM
Say you'll share with
me one
love, one lifetime . . .
Lead me, save me
from my solitude . . .
Say you want me
with you,
here beside you . . .
Anywhere you go
let me go too -
Christine
that's all I ask of . . .
He never finishes. I rip the mask off his face to reveal the make-up job, creating a hideous infected look. Screams and ranting follow.
During this, Fang grabs me, sets off the chandelier trick, and pulls a lever dropping us into the fake flames.
This ends the scene. The next one is dramatic. I get ready to don a wedding dress for the climax. After some drama, this will all be over, and I can go back home.
But first, the first part of the next scene.
PHANTOM:
Down once more to the dungeon of my black despair!
Down we plunge to the prison of my mind!
Down that path into darkness deep as hell!
Why, you ask, was I bound and chained in this cold and dismal place?
Not for any mortal sin, but the wickedness of my abhorrent face!
CHORUS:
Track down this murderer!
He must be found!
PHANTOM:
Hounded out by everyone!
Met with hatred everywhere!
No kind word from anyone!
No compassion anywhere!
Christine, Christine ...
Why, why ...?
MADAME GIRY:
Your hand at the level of your eyes!
... at the level of your eyes ...
CHORUS:
Track down this murderer he must be found!
Track down this murderer he must be found!
Hunt out this animal, who runs to ground! Too long he's preyed on us, but now we know, the phantom of the opera is here deep
down inside!
He's here the Phantom of the Opera...
He's here the Phantom of the Opera...
TA-DA! DRAMA! AND I DIDN'T MAKE IT UP!
I think that Joe would be a good Phantom. But putting make-up on to make his face ugly... hard.
Gosh, I sound cheesy. Like a stupid girl stalking a boy who's adorable and... AGH!
Anyway, review, because if you don't, I'll just kill Christine and get the stupid thing over with.