PHANTOM'S VOICE

Insolent boy!

This slave

of fashion

basking in your

glory!

Ignorant fool!

This brave

young suitor,

sharing in my

triumph!

CHRISTINE (spell-bound)

Angel! I hear you!

Speak -

I listen . . .

stay by my side,

guide me!

Angel, my soul was weak -

forgive me . . .

enter at last,

Master!

PHANTOM'S VOICE

Flattering child,

you shall know me,

see why in shadow

I hide!

Look at your face

in the mirror -

I am there

inside!

(The figure of the PHANTOM [bad word] discernible

behind the mirror)

CHRISTINE (ecstatic)

Angel of Music!

Guide and guardian!

Grant to me your

glory!

Angel of Music!

Hide no longer! [bad word] to me, strange

angel...

PHANTOM"S VOICE

I am your Angel ... [bad word] to me: Angel of Music ...

(CHRISTINE walks towards the glowing,

shimmering glass. Meanwhile, RAOUL has

returned. He hears the voices and is puzzled. He

tries the door It is locked)

RAOUL

Whose is that voice . . .?

Who is that in there . . .?

(Inside the room the mirror opens. Behind it, in

an inferno of white light, stands the PHANTOM.

He reaches forward and takes CHRISTINE firmly,

but not fiercely, by the wrist. His touch is cold,

and CHRISTINE gasps)

PHANTOM

I am your Angel of Music . . . [bad word] to me: Angel of Music . . .

(CHRISTINE disappears through the mirror,

which closes behind her The door of the dressing

room suddenly unlocks and swings open, and

RAOUL enters to find the room empty)

RAOUL

Christine! Angel