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Little Lotte

Having just finished some major house shopping and furniture assembling, all after another day of wracking my very tired brain against a continuing issue at work and staring at Javascript and PHP, I have no capacity to write much coherently.  But I did want to post this, one of the many favorite scenes I have of Phantom of the Opera (which I’ve seen on Broadway a magnificent three times so far).  It’s audio only, which is fine for me; I love reliving this scene in my mind, seeing the Phantom appear like a ghost in Christine’s mirror and completely enchanting her…seeing the way he controlled her.

Ever since I first saw this musical, I have been in love with the Phantom.  I love the compelling, dark, and twisted character that is the Phantom.  I love the spell he casts on stage and on Christine Daaé.  No surprises there, I suppose!  This brings to mind a cascade of other childhood memories I’ve been having lately, all little signs and epiphanies on what, very early on, hinted at my awakening kinky interests.  I should write about some of those memories sometime.

But now: to sleep!

Raoul:
Little Lotte, let her mind wonder. Little Lotte thought, “Am I fonder of dolls or of goblins or of shoes?”

Christine:
Raoul.

Raoul:
Or of riddles or frogs?

Christine:
Those picnics in the attic.

Raoul:
Or of chocolates.

Christine:
Father playing the violin

Raoul:
As we read to each other, dark stories of the north

Christine:
No, “What I loved best,” Lotte Said, “was when I was asleep in my bed.”
And the angel of music sings songs in my head

Christine and Raoul:
The angel of music sings songs in my head.

Raoul:
You sang like an angel tonight.

Christine:
Father said “When I am in heaven, Child, I will send the angel of music to you.” Well, father is dead, Raoul. And I have been visited by the angel of music.

Raoul:
Oh, no doubt of it. And now, we go to dinner.

Christine:
No, Raoul, the angel of music is very strict.

Raoul:
Well I shant keep you up late. (Laughs)

Christine:
Raoul, No.

Raoul:
You must change. I’ll order my carriage. Two minutes, Little Lotte.

Christine:
No, Raoul, wait!

Phantom:
Insolent boy/this slave of fashion/basking in your glory/Ignorant fool/this brave young suitor, sharing in my triumph!

Christine:
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:
Flattering child, you shall know me/See why in shadow I hide/Look at your face in the mirror/I am there inside

Christine:
Angel of music/guide and guardian/grant to me your glory/angel of music/hide no longer/come to me, strange angel.

Phantom:
I am your angel of music/come to me, angel of music.

Raoul:
Whose is that voice? Who is that in there?

Phantom:
I am your angel of music

Raoul:
Christine! Christine!

Phantom:
Come to me, angel of music

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