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Little Lotte
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CHRISTINE'S DRESSING ROOM
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(Meanwhile RAOUL ANDRE, FIRMIN, and MME.
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FIRMIN are seen making their way towards the dressing
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room, the MANAGERS in high spirits, bearing
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champagne)
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ANDRE
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A tour de force! No other way to describe it!
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FIRMIN
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What a relief ! Not a single refund!
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MME. FIRMIN
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Greedy.
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ANDRE
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Richard, I think we've made quite a discovery in Miss
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Daae!
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FIRMIN (to RAOUL, indicating CHRISTINE 'S
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dressing room)
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Here we are, Monsieur le Vicomte.
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RAOUL
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Gentlemen if you wouldn't mind. This is one visit I
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should prefer to make unaccompanied.
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(He takes the champagne from FIRMIN)
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ANDRE
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As you wish, monsieur.
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(They bow and move off)
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FIRMIN
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They appear to have met before . . .
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(RAOUL knocks at the door and enters)
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RAOUL
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Christine Daae, where is your scarf?
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CHRISTINE
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Monsieur?
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RAOUL
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You can't have lost it. After all the trouble I took.
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I was just fourteen and soaked to the skin . . .
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CHRISTINE
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Because you had run into the sea to fetch my scarf.
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Oh, Raoul. So it is you!
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RAOUL
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Christine.
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(They embrace and laugh. She moves away and sits at her
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dressing table)
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RAOUL
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"Little Lotte let her mind wander . . ."
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CHRISTINE
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You remember that, too . . .
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RAOUL (continuing)
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". . . Little Lotte thought: Am I fonder
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of dolls . . ."
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BOTH (CHRISTINE joining in)
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". . . or of goblins,
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of shoes . . ."
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CHRISTINE
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". . . or of riddles.
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of frocks . . ."
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RAOUL
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Those picnics in the attic . . .
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". . . or of chocolates . . ."
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CHRISTINE
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Father playing the violin . . .
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RAOUL
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As we read to each other
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dark stories of the North . . .
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CHRISTINE
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"No what I love best, Lotte said,
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is when I'm asleep in my bed,
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and the Angel of Music sings songs in my
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head!"
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BOTH
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". . . the Angel of Music sings song in my
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head!"
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CHRISTINE (turning in her chair to look at him)
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Father said, "When I'm in heaven, child, I will send the
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Angel of Music to you". Well, father is dead, Raoul, and
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I have been visited by the Angel of Music.
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RAOUL
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No doubt of it. And now we'll go to supper!
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CHRISTINE
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No, Raoul, the Angel of Music is very strict.
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RAOUL
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I shan't keep you up late!
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CHRISTINE
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No, Raoul . . .
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RAOUL
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You must change. I must get my hat. Two minutes Little
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Lotte.
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(He hurries out)
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CHRISTINE (calling after him)
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Raoul!
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(quietly picking up her hand mirror)
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Things have changed, Raoul.
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(Tremulous music. CHRISTINE hears the
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PHANTOM'S voice, seemingly from behind her dressing
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room mirror)
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Little Lotte
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Phantom Of The Opera |